Summary: Harry has been in Azkaban for nearly fifteen years. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, he may not necessarily have his sanity when the Wizarding World realizes what it has done it its Savior. What havoc will the unhinged son of a marauder wreak when he is released from Azkaban? What will happen when Harry faces Voldemort? Alive!Sirius Alive!Barty Crouch Jr.
WARNINGS: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC! While there may not necessarily be smut (maybe some), there will be EXPLICIT torture and the like. Abuse, Torture, Toys, Angst, Body Modification, Blood Play, Hurt/Comfort, Mind Control, M/M, Main/Minor Character Death, Spanking, Violence
I have read recently, AFTER I BEGAN THIS FIC, a story called "Harry Potter and the Dark Knight" by Denial and Deception on FFnet. I would like to make it known that, while this story may have some parallels to that one, it is NOT a parody. I have taken several aspects of Heath Ledger's Joker and put them into Harry's personality (i.e. face paint, though NOT the same as the Joker's), though this story will not have a "Batman" character. This is not a xover/parody of The Dark Knight.
A/N: I thank you all for taking the time to read and/or follow this story! I would like to stress one more time that this is a DARK fic! THANK YOU FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW!
Beta: skyla-lilly
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fiction. No copyright infringement is intended.
Prologue
Azkaban, December 30, 2008
The cold and depressing Island of Azkaban didn't receive many visitors besides the guards patrolling the damp and dreary halls of the most notorious prison in the entire Wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black walked its shore from the docks shaking off the effects of the soul sucking dementors, whilst Albus reflected on the trial that had condemned their boy hero to this bleak fate.
-Flashback-
Cornelius Fudge sat atop the throne-like chair of Courtroom Ten, Dementors swirling around above him and the rest of the Wizengamot.
They had arrested Harry immediately when he had come out of the maze with Cedric's body, not even giving him a chance to speak before they stunned him. He had been brought before the Wizengamot the next day, after having been in a cell at the Ministry guarded by a Dementor. Fudge had let the Prosecution go first, not telling Harry he had a right to defense, or even letting him say something before he moved on.
All of Harry's friends had testified against him, jumping at the chance to say how he had been more withdrawn this year. Ron had even told them about his brief betrayal, spinning it to make it look like he had been the in the right, rather than just a jealous prick.
Albus remembered looking into Harry's eyes after Cornelius had told of the Wizengamot's decision. He vividly remembered those green eyes losing their passion and fight instantly, and turning into those of one who had been condemned to a life of suffering. Within minutes those bright green eyes had turned dull.
Albus had reveled in complete satisfaction that seeing those once bright full of life eyes completely snuffed into their new completely dull state.
-End Flashback-
Fifteen years had passed since the boy hero was condemned, no one realized until too late just exactly what they had done.
Christmas day the residents of Wizarding Brittan finally came to see just what fate they had led themselves to from all those years ago. Voldemort was actually back; content to sit back for fourteen and a half years planning and gaining allies internationally, just bidding his time waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Christmas day would not be the same for many years to come. Panic everywhere as Voldemort attacked Hogsmeade causing mass chaos, the air thick with the scent of fear. Voldemort hiding his glee to the presence of Dumbledore, baiting him and gloating about everything the framing of Harry for Cedric's murder was the cherry on the top even if it wasn't intentional.
With their closed minded views and quick to blame personalities had just helped to quicken Voldemort's plans, who was he to complain? Once he was happy that the village was in ruins and unrecognizable Voldemort and his death eater's portkeyed away.
Albus had gone directly to the Minister, now Rufus Scrimgeour after Fudge had been voted out of office on a vote of no confidence, and told him what happened. Scrimgeour had immediately signed the release forms, though Albus had waited to fetch Harry in order to let the others know and get ready for him.
Thus, he was here, on Azkaban Island, with Sirius, walking to the Warden's office to fetch their Savior.
When they reached the office, a tall, slender man greeted them. He had dirty blond hair, and wore Auror robes, only these with a black trim, signifying his guardianship of Azkaban.
"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Black. I am Warden Schmeisman. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Warden. We are here to take Harry Potter home," Albus replied, handing the warden the release form.
The eyes of the warden grew cold, and his face closed off at the mention of Harry's name. He read the form and looked back up at the men before him. "Everything seems to be in order." With that he walked into the prison.
They began to traverse many floors downwards. Sirius got pale, and whispered to Albus, "The farther down you go here, the more Dementors on patrol." Albus looked at Sirius, eyes wide, regret filling them.
Oblivious to what was going on around him, the warden began to talk. "I must warn you, gentlemen, that Mr. Potter may not have all his mental faculties. You may be shocked as to what you see."
The men looked at the warden as he turned his head to see their reactions. "One night, a few years into his sentence, Mr. Potter…broke, I guess you would say. One night, he went from a catatonic state to clawing at his arms and face. Luckily, an Auror was patrolling a few hundred yards away and heard Mr. Potter's screams. When they finally stunned him, the damage he had inflicted upon himself was…extensive. We are not allowed to heal the prisoners beyond making sure they do not die, so we were never able to get rid of his scars. Now, all he does is mutter incoherently to his self and…write, I guess. It's weird though, he writes his words on the paper into shapes…" he trailed off, thinking about Harry. "We never could figure out how he got the paper or the ink," he murmured quietly to himself.
As they descended further, the party began to start feeling the effects of the Dementors more. They walked for about half an hour, until they reached the stone end of the staircase. In front of them was a metal door with a small hole, presumably for food.
The warden looked them both in the eye as he said, "I must warn you. He is different."
He pulled out his wand and touched it to a nondescript point on the door. He muttered under his breath a long phrase in Ancient Gaelic. The door swung open to reveal a room bathed in soft light emanating from a flame flickering up near the ceiling. The cell was about six feet tall, seven feet wide and ten feet deep. It was sparse, with a cot, and the drawings that the warden had been speaking of. They all depicted two kinds of scenes: either where someone was killed or tortured brutally, or where people were in groups, laughing and smiling. The thing that made these drawing creepy was that they were drawn with either of two words: the ones of death or torture were drawn with the word "comedy", and the ones of happiness, with the word "tragedy".
However, this was not what caught Albus or Sirius's attention. What they were staring at was the small form that had only been able to grow a couple of inches in height in fifteen years. A man that was twenty-eight but looked that of a boy the mere age of thirteen. A man whose name was Harry Potter.
It was only when he turned to look at the two that they realized exactly what the warden had been talking about.
YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS OR NOT? I NEED TO KNOW? Thanks…
FYI, I haven't decided yet, but I think I will add a pairing to this story. It will probably be HP/BC Jr., but IDK. But the pairing will be SLASH! This, however, does not mean that it will mellow Harry's insanity, but I figured that a little romance between two batshit crazy people would be interesting…
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE THIS! THANKS!