Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters or the world of Harry Potter and I do NOT make any money off of this.
Warnings: Yaoi, boy on boy action, SLASH(you get the idea), violence, rape, abuse, strong language… and more I'm sure.
Summary: Harry is betrayed by those he trusts most and is sent to Azkaban, without a true trial, for the death of his uncle due to accidental magic, said magic; in a last ditch effort to save Harry's life (which it had been doing for his whole life) warps time and space to send Harry back in time.
'Thoughts'/ "Speech"/ "Parseltongue"/ "Necron"
Accidental magic
He woke to warmth and a dull throbbing pain throughout his body. 'What the hell? Warmth? In Azkaban? Wait a minute… I can think straight, what's going on?' He slowly opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, and to his great surprise he found himself in his old cupboard! With wide eyes Harry gingerly, conscious of his injuries, raised himself into a seated position, and got an even greater chock… he was a child again. 'Well, judging by the way my body feels. I'm at least past my fifth birthday. But HOW THE HELL did THIS happen!?' With his mind reeling from the magnitude of what had occurred, he slowly took stock of his injuries. 'Alright, right arm broken, right shoulder dislocated, two cracked ribs on the right side, one broken and one cracked on the left the rest bruised, cracked hip bones, heavily torn up anal passage, cracked jaw, a slight concussion, cracked tibia in the left leg and bruises all over. Humph, Must be my birthday, but which one?' Once Harry was done cataloguing his injuries he popped his shoulder back in place, then he slowly pulled on his magic and directed its Healing energies towards the worst of his wounds, ergo the concussion, the torn anal passage, the broken bones, the cracked bones, to finally end with the bruising.