This world and it's characters is not owned by me in any way, they belong to J.K Rowling, and Harry and Darco belong to each other, the only thing that's mine is the plot and blah blah blah...you know the rest and I'm sure you don't want to hear it again so here you go...
Warning: this is Slash, meaning sexual relationships between two guys. If you do not like this then leave now and don't bother to read it. Also Character death, DarkHarry, AU ...
The dementors are coming around again in fifteen minutes. What would Draco Malfoy say if he could see me now? The golden boy of Gryffindor, the savior of the wizarding world, betrayed by his closest friends and locked up in Azkaban with a life sentence. Actually he wasn't sure Malfoy would say much. He didn't hate the blonde boy anymore, oh no. His hate was now directed to Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and most of all, Dumbledore.
He lay on this little ragged cot in his pathetic dirty cage as he steepled his fingers in thought, eyes narrowed to small slits. He heard the clang of his plate of food being slid through the open hole in the bars. He didn't move from his bed. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, the lone piece of bread that had been sitting on his plate flew into his hand and he brought it up to his mouth and took a bite.
Two years he had been rotting in Azkaban. But he was smart; he didn't let himself or his mind go to waste though he could feel everyone else around him did. He remembered when they had taken him, he had blown up every single window and made every last bottle of ink burst at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the pieces from Dumbledore's office windows had flown towards Dumbledore, Hermione, and Ron. All of them ducked but one caught Ron square in his right eye. The blood had been everywhere and Hermione had been screaming "Traitor!!! TRAITOR!!!" in her shrill voice.
The fucking know-it-all. This time she didn't know anything. She was fooled, Ron was fooled, Ginny was fooled, everyone had been fooled. But then again people where always just oh so eager to spread and believe lies about him. Only this time no one had been defending him, because the man who had fooled them all had been none other then Albus Dumbledore himself. Harry had realized his whole life had been Dumbledore's little game of chess and that the old man was a hell of a chess player.
It's funny how tragedy and loss can clear your head so much. It had cleared Harry's head, and that's when he finally saw the truth. The death of the only person who truly loved him and would have believed him, Sirius, was the thing that had shown him the sick and dark truth that had been sitting right in front of him all this time.
'And here come the dementors' he thought as the air began to turn cold. Everything around him spun black and soon he was out cold again.
When he woke up he saw a bright pair of pretty grey eyes. His eyes snapped open but all they saw there was the grey stone ceiling of his cage. Outside his cell he could hear the screaming of new prisoners, fresh minds for the dementors to gnaw on. Dementors, damn them! He still couldn't stay conscious during his daily cell check and it had already been two years! He sat up on his cot but his head began to swim and he lay back down. As soon as he shut his eyes, he could see those pretty grey eyes again, they looked like little bits of sea captured in a small glass bottles and right now a storm was raging above the winding waters and soon it was all playing all itself out like a movie inside his head.
He closed his eyes and saw who those eyes belonged to. A cold looking boy with silver blonde hair was leaning against a stone wall. "Cutting ourselves up are we now Potter?" he drawled. "Fuck off Malfoy" Harry replied coldly from his spot in the middle of the stone floor in the abandoned charms classroom. "What do you think your doing Potter?" the blonde asked, drawing closer to Harry. Harry looked down at his hands. He held a small scalpel in his hand, the blade streaked with blood. He had just used it to slice open his right arm, but he had done it too high above the wrist to actually be fatal like he wanted. He raised his right arm and poised the scalpel over his wrist again. "Doing you a favor" Harry said.
Malfoy's sneer dropped and he stepped even closer to Harry, "You wouldn't" he said. "Dare me?" Harry asked, pressing the scalpel down on his wrist so hard that the skin rose around the blade. Malfoy stopped dead and his eyes went blank for a second before he closed the distance between him and Harry and sat down in front of him. "Why are you threatening to slice yourself open Potter?" He drawled in an exasperated tone. "Why do you care Malfoy, get lost" was Harry's reply, but before he could react the blonde boy had reached over and grabbed the scalpel out of his hand, throwing it across the room.
"Now what? You can't take the easy way out" Malfoy said, this time missing his characteristic sarcasm and drawl. Harry looked up at Malfoy, astonished, and his eyes met those bottled storms. He swore he could see the flashes of lightning within reflecting off of the grey. "Why can't I? It wouldn't matter. I'm just a pawn in this, why not screw up all his little plans and take myself permanently out of them" Harry said angrily. "Why not go against them completely and get revenge" Malfoy said quietly, "You are not a quitter, why should you change that now? You've never quit before and now you're going to give up just because some people have done you wrong? That's never stopped you before". Harry looked up at Malfoy, astonished; he was the last person he would have expected this from.
Malfoy stood up where he sat and said "Think about it Harry" the cold scorn back in his voice, "You do want to live long enough to get revenge don't you?" and with that he turned and left and Harry was once again alone in the vast charms classroom that was practically in ruins. He thought about what Hermione would say if she heard that Harry had taken advice from Draco Malfoy, but then he remembered what he had heard the little slut say when he had gone to surprise her and Ron on their date to Hogsmead in December. He had felt like they had been distant with him ever since Sirius had died and he needed to get cheered up and push some stupid things off his mind so he had gone to find them in the invisibility cloak.
He remembered turning the corner and finding them there sitting on that wooden face, Hermione sitting on Ron's lap facing him with her legs spread open. He was about to take his Invisibility cloak off when he heard his name, "Oh no Ron you're much better looking then Harry" Hermione said as Ron nodded, "He's so skinny, and he's got that stupid scar on his head, it's a hornedous disfigurment if you ask me". " he thinks he's so great just because of that stupid scar, but he's no better then I am" he said. Hermione nodded in agreement as Ron kissed her neck.
"He's just a show off" Ron muttered, "hmmm Ya" Hermione said, "Well when he and Voldemort blow each other up then we won't have to deal him anymore now will we? At least he'll be good for something". Ron laughed and lifted Hermione into the air and farther up his lap and she squealed and giggled. "I love you 'Mione" Ron said and they began kissing passionately.
Harry had turned and fled the site sick to his stomach. He ran all the way to his dorm room and into his bed, not getting out for the rest of the day. That was when he stopped thinking his theories were stupid and started seeing the truth. Hermione had been right in her own way, but she was always right, she always had a grasp of the idea before everyone else even had a clue and this was no exception. Harry saw it for the first time through the world's eye. None of them cared about the person behind the scar, nobody cared about Harry, they just cared about who would save them. Through their eyes he was just a quick solution, not even a person, good for only one thing and that was blowing up Voldemort, it didn't matter if he got himself blown up in the process. That was all he was good for.
Dumbledore had known this all along of course and to him it was no different. Harry was his pawn, his puppet. He would be sad and remorseful when Harry would die but he would have said that Harry had fulfilled his destiny, his purpose. Dumbledore wasn't insane, he really was a genius.
Harry felt so full with rage that he could have killed all three of them. He heard a loud crack and then Dean's voice came, "Hey what happened to my alarm clock?" Harry couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back the curtains with such force that they ripped off their hinges and hung limply on the floor. He ran from the room with his fists clenched at his side as Dean watched him with a shocked expression when he slammed the door.
That was when he got hold of the scalpel and found that abandoned classroom. He thought if he could spoil Dumbledore's plan, he would. But Malfoy had stopped him, had given him reason not to do it that way, and that reason was revenge and that he wanted to be there to see his revenge. So Harry stormed off to Dumbledore's office without thinking.
Harry stood at the stone gargoyle and yelled "LET ME IN!" as people stopped to stare at him, Ginny Weasley called out his name but he barley heard her. When the stupid thing didn't budge Harry yelled out loud in frustrated rage and the thing exploded, sending pieces of stone and clouds of dust everywhere. He marched up the now exposed stairs and found Dumbledore sitting calmly at his desk looking up at Harry, quill raised in one hand.
He stormed over to the desk and slammed his fists down on the hard wood surface. "You knew! You knew all of this!" Harry yelled. Dumbledore looked up at him with his look of usual calmness and said "Why Harry, I don't know what your talking about". "Oh you know!" Harry yelled pointing at Dumbledore, "You've always known, you know I'm going to die and it won't make a difference!" The Old man's expression seemed to get a bit harder as he said "Calm down Harry". But Harry just stood there and stared icily at him, fists clenched at his side. "You're a great chess player Dumbledore" he said coldly.
"We all have our purposes Harry" He said. "NO!" Harry screamed, "I will NOT SERVE YOUR PURPOSE!". Dumbledore's expression dropped all warmth and he said "It's a pity you're choosing for it to be this way Harry". Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore, "There is no way to choose because it won't be, I will not be your pawn!" he screamed. Harry heard a shriek behind him and turned to see Ginny standing there with her hand over her mouth and as he turned to look at her, he heard Dumbledore say "Petrificus Totalis" and the next thing he knew he was on the floor.
He saw two more pairs of feet come in behind Ginny and he heard Hermione's voice scream. He heard Dumbledore ask them to sit down and then call the Aruors. "Harry, as young Ginny here has just seen, has just tried to kill me" he stated and Hermione gasped, "I feared this would happen. I am afraid Harry here has unfortunately become tainted by the dark side. All of the fame, the fortune, the tragedy and the drama, has gone to his head and he has become so power hungry he matches no one else I can think of but Voldemort himself , in his power as well, and that is a dangerous combination". Harry heard Ginny gasp and Ron say "I knew it, I knew it all along , he's just a showoff, a glory hog", of course Ron would be just ready to take Harry's place. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to have him sent to Azkaban until his time comes to be pitted against the dark lord" Dumbledore finished.
Harry heard Dumbledore give this same speech to the aurors who came to take him away, and as soon as Dumbledore released him from the petrefying curse, Harry began struggling wildly, screaming at the old man, and at the gawking people he had once called his friends. Dumbledore aproached him calmly, and with one flick of his old but powerful wrists, he slapped Harry across the face, the force behinded a mix of fading strength and overwelmhing magical power. Harry's head reeled with the Impact, but he turned his face back to look into Dumbledore's, his eyes blazing as they fixed on the old man's cold blue eyes. At that moment, every pane of glass in every window in hogwarts shattered, jagged pieces of glass bursting forth.
Every piece of glass that had been in the room went flying towards Dumbledore, and with some effort the old man managed to block them all. Harry heard a yell and a peircing scream, and turned to see that a large piece of glass had become lodged in one of Ron's eyes, and he felt a sick sense of satisfaction rise in him, and hatred as Hermione became screaming, "Traitor!", Ginny sobbing by her side.
He heard the old man give the same speech of his darkness tainted soul at his trial as he was glared at by the accusing eyes of the people he once knew and trusted. At the end of the trial Ginny stood up and yelled "Traitor! You'll kill us all and all for your own selfishness, I knew it all along!" and then she burst into tears and ran out of the room, followed by Hermione who yelled "I hope your Happy in Azkaban you twisted freak!" and then she had spat on his face while Ron sat and watched gloatingly.
His whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of days and now he was being carted away to Azkaban. Dumbledore followed him to his cell and had said "What a pity, what a pity" as the bars were slammed shut on his cell. Harry had slammed himself against the bars and gripped them as tightly as he could and screamed, the glass on Dumbledore's half moon spectacles shattered.
Harry had stepped away from the bars and lay on his cot. He had been thinking and pushing with all his might that those stupid glasses would just shatter in his smug face and it had happened. From that Day on, he began to train himself, to hone the power he had discovered within himself and perceived as wandless magic.
At first it seemed pointless and it was a fruitless task, he couldn't even make a chipping off the stone walls move or give a shake, but he still tried mainly to have something to concentrate on.
After a month of trying and no results he gave up. He let the dementors suck up his happy thoughts and he stopped eating the food that was left for him.
A week later Harry watched as Peter Pettigrew was dragged in. He heard him before he had seen him and rushed up to the bars of his cell. He watched as he was dragged past screaming of his innocence. "Liar!" Harry had yelled from his cell as a bit of feeling came back to him, "LIAR!". Pettigrew turned his face and saw Harry in his cell and a small smile curled on his lips and he said "Potter did it! He had me under the Imperius curse!". Harry felt the first bit of emotion he had felt in weeks fill his insides. It was anger, it was rage. Sure now that Sirius was dead they had caught him! Now that Sirius couldn't use him anymore! He looked out after Pettigrew and wished he would fall on his stupid face and break his nose and ,to Harry's surprise, his feet were suddenly lifted off the floor and he fell forward with a sickening thud and when he got up his mouth was pouring blood. It wasn't his nose like Harry had wanted, but it was a start.
Harry began to concentrate on his anger and soon he could make the chips of stone zoom across the cell. He then made his chunks of bread fly across the room but once when he tried with his plate and in his eagerness it had fallen mid flight and shattered when a noise had startled him. The guard peered in suspiciously at him but he just glared back at him and the man turned and walked away. Harry learned he had to be more careful. He timed his practice lessons to everyday before the dementors came by.
After he had moved almost everything in his cell, he tried a spell, the simplest he could think off, "Luminous". After 3 days practice a little ball of silver light began to appear, getting bigger and bigger until, by the seventh day, he could make it fill the entire room or fit in the palm of his hand.
After 5 months of constant practice and training, he could do every spell, curse, and charm he had ever learned by wandless magic. Each one became easier as he practiced. After a while of practicing he realized that he had no more to learn and that none of what he had learned would help him in here in Azkaban. He had tried every unlocking spell he could on the doors but they did not open. In fact the door was spell proof, and so were the walls. The whole room seemed magic proof and he gave up once again.
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He was lying in his cot, halfway through a dream of a gleaming pair of stormy grey seas when he heard a small voice hiss "I'm leaving this godforsaken place, finally, no more screaming men and cold stone, no more, no more..." Harry jumped from his bed and listened for the voice. When he heard it again it was coming from the back wall of his cell, and he rushed over to it and hissed in parcel tongue"Is anybody there..?.". After a moment of hesitation, "Yesss" came it's reply. "Please" Harry began "Please show yourself to me. There was a small silence as if the snake who the voice belonged to was thinking about it and then it hissed "Yesss" and it was quiet once again.
After a few minutes time Harry gave up and lay back down on his cot, sure he had been imagining things, but just as he was about to close his eyes and go back to the storms he felt a cold shifting on his arm and heard a voice hiss "Yesss". Harry almost jumped and turned to face the little black snake that had crawled onto his arm, "Hello" he said "Please, just stay for a bit and talk to me, I need some company" Harry asked the snake, he was asking a snake for company! The snake hissed out "Yesss it's been so long since I talked to another", and the snake stayed.
Harry found out, much to his astonishment, that the snake had come from none other then Hagrid. The snake told him Hagrid had found him on the boat on the way to the prison in Harry's third year and kept the snake, but one day he was gone and the snake had been alone waiting for him all this time but that he now planned to leave this island, the snake referred to Hagrid as 'master' the whole time. Harry told the snake he knew Hagrid and at that the snake was delighted and wanted to hear more, then they moved on to Harry's story.
"Why don't you just leave?" the small black snake asked him. "I can't" Harry sighed sadly "I've tried every form of magic I know and I can't get out". At this the snake gave a small laugh and hissed "Magic does not work here, only logic". Harry looked at it and said "Well trust me I've had plenty of time to think about it in here and there is no way". "Why, just turn into a snake!" the little thing hissed, "I saw a man turn into a dog and slip right through that food hole once". Harry's heart skipped a beat as he recognized this as Sirius's escape route but any hope that had rose in him had just as quickly run out as he remembered that Sirius had been an animagus and that animagi was terribly difficult and dangerous and that he didn't even know were to begin to try and learn and no where to find out from. He explained all this to the snake and it had replied simply "Well that is easy".
"And how would you know?" Harry asked the little snake bitterly. "I have slithered through many books and made their pages my home and have overheard many talks. Also I have witnessed the practice of this, the teaching, and the transformation" Harry looked at the snake with wide eyes and asked "Could you teach me?". "It takes a long time to learn and master, and I want to leave tonight, I have timed my escape, tonight a boat leaves this island, a rare ouccurence, which must be take advantafe of " the snake hissed, "And if you'll excuse me I should be leaving now". "No!!!" Harry yelled to the snake, "Please, I'll do anything, just please help me, teach me to become an animagi, please" he pleaded.
The snake turned and said "What could you possibly have to offer that I would accept? I am off to the world to search for master", Harry thought quickly and said "I know where your master is! I can take you to him, straight to him! Just, please, just stay a little longer with me and teach me". This would be Harry's only chance to escape and he knew it. When the snake had finally said "alright then yesss", Harry knew he would have his revenge.
It had taken him the remainder of the two years to turn into a small but deadly poisonous black snake, which had turned out to be his animagi form. Now, two years after he had been betrayed by the very people who accused him of being a traitor, he would escape and exact his revenge. Come tomorrow at meal time he would no longer be rotting away in Azkaban, he would be free.
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