Title: Untitled
By: Renee Slytherin
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not owned by me, it is by J.K. Rowling.
Summary: No one believes Harry that Voldemort is back and he is sent to Azkaban for the murder of Cedric Diggory. While there he encounters a snake named Ophelia that sends him back in time.
A/N: Any title suggestions?
Bold+Italic- Parseltongue
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July 02, 1995
Harry sat in Azkaban in disbelief, just two days earlier, at his trial, he had been found guilty of a murder he had not committed. He could still not believe that they did not believe him. No one believed he was innocent, not even Sirius who had been found innocent after Pettigrew had been captured the day after Cedric was murder and Voldemort rose again. Harry had thought Sirius would be different, after all he had spent nearly twelve years in Azkaban due to a false conviction. All this seemed too unbelievable to be true. All of his friends had turned their backs on him, with no proof that he was guilty!
It hadn't really started to sink in until just a few hours ago, when the people he thought were his friends had came by for a visit, arranged by Dumbledore, and spat insults at him. He remembered the look of disgust in their eyes. The look in their eyes told Harry that they believed he had betrayed them!
After all they had been through together, after all he had done for them, they just turned their backs on him like he meant nothing to them. It hurt badly at first that his friends would do that, but then he realised, because they turned their back on him, with no proof, that they were no friends of his. He wondered if they would come running back once they found out that he had been telling them the truth, but if they did it just proved they weren't his friends even more. 'What am I to them, just a tool to do with as they wish?!' Harry thought bitterly.
Harry looked up out of the barred widow and noticed it was dark outside. Wondering what time it was he went to his little makeshift bed and covered up with the thin cover and started to drift off to sleep. As he was about to fall asleep he idly wondered what Voldemort thought of Harry being in Azkaban while he was free to do as he wanted outside.
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Ophelia looked at the night sky in thought, wondering where the emotion was coming from. She was a snake that could feel the emotions of Parselmouths, only strong emotions if she was faraway, but any if she was close enough. Ophelia knew there were two in existence, just not who they were. One was always feeling hate for little or no reason, though sometimes he/she felt joy, but at others pain. The other Parselmouth had many emotions, but never had she felt this from that one. It was the emotion of extreme emotional pain and a sense of betrayal. She wished to find the Parselmouth who was hurt so bad and comfort the person, but she did not know who, or where that one was. She did vow to find out and help this one though, somehow...
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July 31, 1995
"Happy first birthday in Azkaban, Harry Potter!" The prisoners of Azkaban called out as the clock struck midnight. The prisoners had been amused by his presence in Azkaban, ever since he had first arrived, and they took every chance they got to remind him of where he was, not that he could forget. Harry used to think that no birthday could be as bad as his ones before Hogwarts, before his friends, but he was proven wrong. This was his early fifteenth birthday gift from his friends, life in Azkaban! No one had tried to stick up for him when he was falsely accused, not his friends, professors, family (he had expected they wouldn't though), or even the headmaster, in fact they had done just the opposite.
After an hour past the rest of the prisoners had fallen asleep, except Harry. He couldn't seem to sleep well lately, and tonight was no exception. "Master, I can you feel you in here... Where are you? Parselmouth...? Where are you Parselmouth?" a voice asked from about four meters away from Harry. "Who are you?" Harry asked in Parseltongue, though unaware of the fact that what he had said wasn't in English. "Master, I am Ophelia. I am the servant and guardian to those who have the gift of Parseltongue. I am only known to few, and rarely show myself, but your emotions made me come to you." Ophelia answered. "It's nice to meet you, I am Harry Potter." Harry replied a bit nervously.
"Master Harry Potter, what are you doing in a place like this?" Ophelia asked as she came closer and looked around his cell appalled. "I was blamed for a crime I did not commit, betrayed by all I cared about, found guilty of the crime I did not commit, and thus sentenced to live here until death, which shall come soon most likely..." Harry said, knowing Voldemort would soon want his faithful back, and break them out of Azkaban, and while here take advantage of Harry being defenselessness and kill him.
"Do you want me to help get you out of here, Master Harry Potter?" Ophelia questioned. "It wouldn't do any good, they would most likely find me and then kill me, let a Dementor kiss me, or, if I'm lucky, which I know I won't be, send me back here, but then I would get killed later in here." Harry said letting the helplessness he felt into his voice. "I am afraid it sounds as if I cannot do much to protect you, I am sorry, do you know of any Parselmouth in history that might be able to help you? Or someone that knew a Parselmouth? If so, please tell me the name of the Parselmouth and I can help." Ophelia told him.
Harry wondered how a long dead Parselmouth could help him, but he didn't wonder too long before he decided to try to think of one that might help, or someone that knew a Parselmouth that could help. Harry could think of no Parselmouth that was good, but Salazar Slytherin had been friends with Godric Gryffindor at one time... "Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth that was friends at one time with someone that I think could help me." Harry answered her. "Salazar Slytherin... I've heard great things about him... I want you to befriend this friend of Salazar and Salazar himself. Tell no one of who you are though, only tell Salazar, in Parseltongue, that the servant and guardian of the speakers of Parseltongue sent you back in time for your protection. Go by the name Harold Phineas." Ophelia told a confused looking Harry before chanting some words Harry could not understand.
Harry wondered what was going on as he saw a bright light engulf him, but he did not panic. A moment later the light, and Harry, were gone, and Ophelia slithered away shortly after.