Perfectio Per Insaniam

By: Nikkii-Love706

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter….. Its so depressing to say out loud…..-Sniffles-

Warning: BoyxBoy, Fluff, Smut, Destruction of Innocence, Other Warnings I Cant Think of, etc.

Prelude

Deep within a highly guarded cell of the wizards jail called Azkaban sat a young boy that couldn't be any older than 17 years old. His small cell consisted of a torn and battered mattress and a bucket, the walls were splattered in the boys blood and the floors shiny and slippery from the fresh blood seeping out of the boys back. Taking a closer look at the young boy you could hardly tell his delicate features. He was covered in bruises and a thin layer of dried and fresh blood. The rags he wore were falling of his sickly looking body. He was sitting in the far right corner of his cell, rocking slowly trying to forget the pain. His hair matted to his forehead and in utter disray in the back, sticking up from the blood and other unmentionable substances. His dull emerald green eyes were wide and dry, and he was mumbling under his breath every few minutes one name, only ever one. "S-sirius." The voice was cracked from never using it.

This battered and damaged boy was none other than the wizarding worlds only hope, the Chosen One, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Gryffindors Golden Boy, their Savior, whatever other long-as-hell-nickname people have for him. It was Harry Potter!