Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling who would most likely refuse to write again if she saw the things that we twisted fic authors put her characters through. The plot, however, is all mine, and so is Aurora (she doesn't come in for a while, but I refuse to write any more disclaimers so this one goes for the whole story).

Warning: This story does contain slash!!!! If that is going to offend you, then don't read the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you do insist on reading it and then getting mad at me for making them gay, you can't say I didn't warn you! I know the R rating isn't really appropriate for now, but it will be eventually.

A/N: This is just the prologue to my actual story. The next chapter is a flashback explaining everything leading up to this point, and then the story restarts from this point. The next chapter is practically done, I just have to edit it.

Harry opened his eyes. His entire body ached from sleeping on stone. What happened? Where was he? He looked around and realized he was in a cell, a prison cell. No, it wasn't possible. He couldn't be where he thought he was.

In the opposite corner, his cellmate was awakening as well. The same basic thoughts were running through his head. He groaned as every muscle in his body began to announce that it was awake as well, and not very happy.

When he heard noise coming from the other side of the cell, Harry turned his head to find its source.

"Draco! You're awake. Do you know what happened?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Where are we?"

Harry paused, as the events of the past few days came back to him.

"I think that we're in Azkaban."