So I decided to do my own Harry goes to Azkaban fic. The name has two meanings. First is that his scar held part of a soul, and second is because of all the scars upon his own soul.

I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Azkaban because if I did would paint it a nice bright blue.

Lord Soul Scar

One month. It had been one month since the end of the war. One month since the Battle of Hogwarts. One month since so many people died. One month since Voldemort's carcass hit the floor. One month since they lost. One month of hell.

He'd been betrayed. They had turned their backs on him again, except this time they had tossed him into hell, Azkaban, the wizard prison. He knew there were still people loyal to him, even in Azkaban, but they weren't the ones who had the power. Umbridge, Malfoy and the others did.

He had gone to bed in the tower, Hermione and Ron had gone with him, after putting the wand back. He had been dragged out of bed less than three hours later and had been cuffed. He was called a budding Dark Lord and told that possession of a Horcrux was illegal and punishable by life in Azkaban. The Horcrux in his head he had realised. He had 'possessed' it for most of his life. He went with them, knowing that at the trial he would be proven innocent. They would have to accept that he didn't know.

He was taken passed his friends who watched in horror. Some at his treatment and some at the allegations. He passed Hermione and Luna and gave them an encouraging smile. They got him outside and portkeyed away. When he landed he barely had time to straighten up before he was pushed into a cell and the door was locked. The turned to see the guard laughing at him.

"Welcome to the Vault junior dark lord. The securest nine cells in all of Azkaban. I hear you have troubles with dementors. Pity, because they're going to love you. Enjoy your stay." The guard walked off laughing and Harry realised what was going on. He wasn't getting a trial. They were locking him in and throwing away the key. Just like Sirius. Sirius he thought, he just had to think 'I'm innocent' and they wouldn't drive him insane. Although it would be quite a feat if they did, considering all the other shit he'd gone through and was still sane.

Over the month he'd been visited by guards, some nice, some not. They had told him what was happening outside. Two weeks in a particularly vicious guard had come to tell him that Luna Lovegood's father had died. He had not recovered from his time in Azkaban and died in hospital. The depth of the anger he felt had literally burned the dementors closest to him. They didn't come too close to him after that. Close enough, but not too close.

He started to block them out. He focused on his friends. Not memories or happy thoughts. Just on what they might be doing. Poor Luna must be heartbroken he thought. She was an orphan now. She was just like him. He wondered if Hermione had found her parents. He thought about Ginny and wondered why she had just stood there, with shock all over her face. The Ginny he knew would have protested, she would have yelled at the aurors and tried to get to him. But what was weird was that for a few months he had not felt anything for her.

He was drawn from his musings when he heard a yelp and a struggle. He got up and went to the bars. The Vault was a long corridor with four cells on each side and a cell at the far end opposite the door. He occupied that cell. The cells were each ten foot by ten foot by ten foot. A perfect cube. He heard another yelp. It was getting closer. It was outside the door. At that point he was the only prisoner in the Vault; it looked like there would soon be more. He heard someone, a woman scream to 'leave her alone.' Two women, but he paused, he knew that voice.

Sure enough when the door opened the guards dragged in a young woman with bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She looked up and there were tears in her eyes. She was tossed into the cell to his left. And that's when he saw the younger woman behind her. Not her he thought, anyone but her. The small, blonde haired, blue eyed woman was thrown into the cell to his right. He got angry, so angry that the dementors would not go near the vault even after he left it.

That night the girls cried. They did not cry for what happened to them. No, they cried for everything else. Hermione cried for her parents, thinking she would never see them again. Luna cried for her father. They told him what they could about what was happening.

They told him about the werewolves. He knew that. Umbridge had said that all the werewolves had worked for Voldemort, so therefore all the werewolves had to be put down. What he didn't know was that Remus and Tonks had already gone into hiding. He thanked fate for not screwing him over for once.

He asked them how and why they had been arrested. They had both been trying to rally people to get Harry out of Azkaban. Unfortunately the ministry classed that as treason. They were caught because they trusted the wrong people. Harry demanded their names and couldn't believe it when they told him. His anger was so strong that the dementors fled that wing of Azkaban. They had been betrayed. Hermione by Ron and Luna by Ginny. Now he was pissed.

So ... tell me what you think. Did you like it? Did you not? Review and let me know.