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Chapter 1

The prison cell was damp and cold in the eerie darkness. The faint dripping of water could be heard resonating from the stone walls of Azkaban as the lone figure sat in the corner of his own cell.

After 15 years he still remembered that day. The day when what was left of his life was crushed. The day when he was convicted guilty in Fudge's corrupt court despite his innocence. The day...everyone betrayed him...

Flashback

"Harry James Potter, you hereby stand trial for the use of the Unforgiveables and the murder of the Dursley family. You also stand trial for being a known Death Eater, having sectretly giving secrets of the ministry to the Dark Lord over several years. Do you have anything to say before the court reaches a verdict?" Fudge's mocking vioce spoke over the courtroom.

Harry, being chained to a chair in the middle of the room, seethed in anger and contemplated actually using an unforgivable on Fudge later, but dismissed the thought. "Yes, I do have something to say." Harry replied through gritted teeth. "I won't try to proclaim my innocence, since it will be utterly futile in this bought-off court," several yells out of protest could be heard from the jury. "I only have a few things to say to you all." He finished, before turning to his former friends, who all glared at him with hate and contempt. All except a brunette girl who was crying uncontrollably while standing as far as possible from the rest.

"Remus, you were once like a father to me. Ever since Sirius died, you were the only link to my parents, but I guess they didn't mean as much to you as I thought, huh? I wonder what they would say about you throwing their son into hell on earth..." He uttered coldly while giving Remus a hating glare, which was returned.

"Ron, I honestly thought you were my friend, you damnable git. But I guess I was terribly wrong about that, since you let some stupid jealousy make you throw me into jail. Hah, you really are pathetic, you know! Well, I guess you'll get what's coming to you later..." Harry trailed off, ignoring the look of pure glee Ron gave him, wearing a mocking smile.

"Mr and Mrs Weasley, hell, the whole Weasley family! I thought I was like a member of your family! Heck, I even saved most of your lives on different occassions, but I guess that didn't matter either. But hey, since you're throwing me into jail, can't you throw Ron in there as well? Since, well, he deserves it more than me to be honest." Harry said, wearing a wicked grin, which enraged Molly Weasley to the point of having to be silenced by her husband to stop her from yelling in response.

Harry sighed, he had saved the best part for last. "And finally, the manipulative old coot himself! If you can't figure out who it is, it's DUMB-ledore!" he said, giving emphasis on 'DUMB', which caused another series of protests. "I must admit that you made a fine work out of me, molding me into your perfect pawn to do your dirty work, like a fucking weapon! Well, I guess that backfired, huh? Hah, good luck with Voldemort!" he said, laughing loudly as the crowd flinched at the uttered name.

Fudge cleared his voice as the crowd became quiet once again. "The jury has come to a verdict! Harry James Potter has been found guily on all charged but, due to his low age of 16, will not receive the Dementor's Kiss, but will instead receive a life sentence to Azkaban! Court adjourned!" he proclaimed happily and banged his hammer to seal the sentence.

Harry laughed at the Minister's stupid so-called honorable verdict as he was being lead away by two aurors, ignoring the hating looks that rested on his back.

End of Flashback

Harry laughed to himself as he replayed the events for what seemed like the thousandth time. What foolish idiots they are. They should at least have known how damn corrupt Fudge was in his time of reign. Heck, they didn't even use Veritaserum to confirm his innocent, claiming it "wasn't necessary".

He sighed and started muttering curses under his breath. He would practically do anything to get back at the bastards who betrayed him. Just about anything...

His muttering came to an end as a bright light engulfted his entire body, sending courses of power streaming through his entire being. He jerked violently as he was lifted into the air before the light suddenly merged with him, letting him fall violently to the ground.

He gasped, trying to regain his breathing, as he felt a rippling power surge through him. He felt as if he could do anything with the wave of a hand, crush entire cities with a mere motion. He inspected his hand and it intrigued him as he felt like he was holding his old wand. He slowly opened his palm and pointed it at the side wall.

"Reducto!" he said and was shocked when the entire wall was blown to a thousand rocky pieces. He jumped in surprise and stared disbelievingly at the effects of his now-wandless magic, but regained his composure as he heard shouts and people running down the halls.

He contemplated fleeing the scene, but changed his mind as power once again surged through him. He grinned to himself and calmly stood in the middle of his cell, whistling softly while the footsteps came nearer and nearer, before a total of six aurors came into the opening, stared at the destroyed wall for a second, then pointed their wands at Harry. "Stupefy!" they yelled as one, causing six red beams to soar towards Harry.

Harry merely raised an eyebrow and, acting on pure instinct, reached out with his open palm and...catched the incoming spells, letting them rest on his open hand. The aurors stared gob-smacked at the result, before Harry threw the spells back at them, hitting four of them squarely in the chest, letting them slump to the ground.

Harry grinned maliciously as the two remaining aurors cowered in fright while pointing their trembling wands at him. Harry laughed coldly at the terror in their eyes before shooting both his arms forwards. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled loudly and two green beams shot forth from both hands, striking the aurors before they could even look surprised.

As their lifeless forms hit the ground, Harry looked upon his hand in awe, inspired by his newfound power. His thinking was interrupted as a small weight appeared in one of his torn pockets. He reached down and pulled out what seemed to be a standard clock. The only thing unusual about it was the unfamiliar runes across its surface, and the pitch-black button in its centre.

He examined the clock carefully, contemplating the effects of clicking that special button, as he heard the sound of at least 30 people apparating into the prison. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that they actually could apparate in, but dismissed the thought as he once again focused on the clock.

He sighed as he slowly rested his index finger upon the button. Heck, what do I have to lose, he thought, and he clicked the small button. The effect was...startling, to say the least, as his surroundings became a blurr and his world seemed to be spinning around him. He saw his entire life play backwards as he went, before his world went black.