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This occurs just after Harry's 5th Year

so without anymore waiting here is the first Chapter

Chapter 1: Escape

His eyes snapped open as he woke up. His eyes were teary: He had been dreaming about his Godfather's death. If he hadn't fallen for Voldie's mind trick Sirius would have been alive. Tears welled up in his eyes. No! It was not the time to cry, he had planned this day since he had come back from Hogwarts. Today he would escape from Durzkaban!

As soon as he got up, he looked at his room. Everything was where he needed it. Hedwig's cage was on his trunk and one of Dudley's old backpacks was lying against it. He quickly went to the bathroom and prepared himself for his expedition. He just hoped that his Aunt and Uncle would be eager to go at the Smelting's boxing competition so that he could sneak out without them knowing. He didn't want to be caught with the backpack which contained stolen food and supplies.

He was verifying his trunk's contents one last time when the door slammed open.

"Boy!"Bellowed Vernon

"Yes" Replied Harry dejectedly

"We are going to the boxing competition that Dudley is participating in, so you are to remain here and not step out of the house as I don't want those freaks coming to get us."

"Yes, sir "Said Harry putting on sad face while he was extremely happy that he would be able to make good his escape.

Waiting twenty minutes after the Dursleys had gone; he went into his room and opened his trunk. He pushed the self shrinking button on the inside of his trunk, instantly making his trunk the size of a small book. He put the trunk in the backpack and opened Hedwig's cage and attaching a pre-drafted letter to Hermione to his leg, sent her out, telling her to find him the next day: he could not afford people recognising his owl. He had to wait before going out as anyone, even the worst Order member would make the connection.

After two hours, a small man with a white mustache, white hair specked with black wisps and wearing a cap which covered his forehead exited the Dursley household using the back door. He was wearing a pair of jeans, an oversized striped shirt and was carrying a battered rucksack. The man quickly sneaked past the hedges into a neighbouring compound .He then walked down the Privet Drive whistling a tune he had memorised.

Mudungus Fletcher who was keeping a watch at that time, found nothing odd about the man though he would later tell headmaster Dumbledore that the man seemed to be watching his surroundings as if expecting someone to attack him.

However, as soon as the man exited Privet Drive, someone had known that the man was in fact the Boy-who-lived. Knowing that the boy was important, he decided to trail him and hopefully corner him. He would be greatly rewarded by his leader.

"Hey! You there, stop!" He heard someone yell

Suddenly, the elderly looking man who was walking down the street jumped up in what seemed to be fright. Showing a frightening agility that seemed fit only for a teenage boy, the man ran without glancing behind him at the baffled postman who was yelling at the small boy who had stolen his newspaper.

He was shocked that someone had recognized him so easily. Perhaps Tonks was disguised and patrolling the nearby area? He would not return even if Merlin told him to do so. With a shudder , he thought about the Ministry: Dolohov casting the damnable spell on Hermione, Bellatrix sending Sirius into the veil, Dumbledore's duel with Voldemort. He had put so many in danger: it was because of him that his parents died, it was because of him that Cedric had died, it was because of him that Hermione had nearly died and finally it was because of him that that his only living relation, Sirius had died! He would not put them in danger anymore!

However he never saw who exactly was chasing him. As soon as his prey had started to run, the man had alerted his superior using a patroni. He knew that the boy never had a chance without the Order. He would not need to give chase, his colleagues were better than him in tracking and moreover he was not a wizard.

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A few hours later, he was still running, thinking about his life. The Dursleys had been right, he was a freak of nature. He needed to get away from them. All he brought was pain and death! He had lost count of time but he knew he needed to get away. Gone was his disguise. While passing through the crowds, he had lost his cap and wig while his mustache was dangling from one side. His legs had long since been giving signals that should have been interpreted as pain but his mind had been ignoring it.

Soon, the sun was down and Harry knew he had to stop and rest. That was when his mind registered the pain he was in. It felt as if someone was crushing his leg using a lorry. Knowing he did not stand a chance of outright escape if his stalkers were still following him, he ducked into an alley where his legs gave out from the extreme physical feat they had done. Was it not for his magic, Harry would have had died from exhaustion about three hours ago. He examined the dark alley he was in. A dirty looking door was on the far left while an old bin was to the right. Hoping his stalkers could not see in the dark, he hid himself behind the old bin and waited.

At the same time, in a nearby house, a small pop was heard, announcing the arrival of four men.

"Were is he?" growled the leader

"He has stopped in an alley in this direction" replied the man who was waiting, pointing towards a dark entrance on the other side of the road, a few metres to the right.

The leader walked in the direction his subordinate had told him the boy was. The Dark Lord would be pleased with him if he brought back the boy and he might perhaps even be ranked higher than Greyback and get the Dark Mark. But he had still no idea how a mere wizard boy who it seemed had been simply running had been able to escape him till now. He had responded to the new recruit's call and set off to get the boy but after 2 hours he had been panting and had told the others to get the boy. It was only after 6 hours that his men had found the lad. It was impossible to outrun any of his clan even less if the person was a simple human, but the boy had done it, without magic. Anyway, the boy's near escape would just not need to be mentioned and he would get his reward. He looked up and saw the half moon which gave him confidence.

Suddenly Harry heard steps. Taking a peek around the bin he saw four men who seemed to be looking at him. He quickly retreated hoping they had not seen him. However he had not known who they were or more importantly what they were. They didn't see him but had heard is movements smelled his presence

"Harry Potter" Spat a voice

Harry looked up from his crouched position. It was impossible no one especially no blood purist would have been able to find him in the muggle world unless...No! It wouldn't have made any sense! Voldemort loathed whatever was not pureblood. He wouldn't have thought of hiring them!

Taking his chance, Harry tried to run past the men but his legs were too weak and the man too quick. He grabbed Harry's shirt and then sent him hurtling to the back of the alley. Harry landed with a crack and pain quickly got hold of his broken hand. It was however nothing compared to wounds he had gotten during Quidditch so he did not utter a single protest.

"Now Potter. No running away anymore."Said the leader

Harry cringed: His fear had come true, they were werewolves. That explained everything: Why they had been able to recognise and then follow him; why they were not wearing wizarding robes and unfortunately, why the man had been able to send him hurtling without a single effort. He had no silver on him so there was no escape. Even if he managed to get past them, there was a great chance that one of them was a wizard and would most likely incapacitate him.

They were now approaching for the kill.

"We won't kill him lads .We were ordered to bring him to the Dark lord" said the leader

"He asked us to bring him, he didn't tell anything about not harming him, Vŭlk" Said another one with a laugh

"Exactly" replied 'Vŭlk',"I will show him what it is to defy the Dark Lord"

Now, Harry saw the man removing a wand from his pocket. He clenched his jaws and shut his eyes tightly in anticipation: He would not show them he was in pain.

"Crucio!"

Harry felt thousands of hot knives piercing his skin. Compared to what he was suffering, the pain in his legs seemed a mere scratch. He wanted to cry out in this unimaginable pain but he would not give in and let his torturers the pleasure of seeing him suffer. He knew that he could be turned insane like Neville's parents but he would not scream out his pain, the pain that seemed to have no end. He held on for what seemed eternity. Little did he know that again, he had done something no one should have been able to.