Harry Potter and the Apocalyptic Betrayal

by Chris Ikari

Prologue

"Harry Potter, you are here by found guilty of the Murder of Colin Creevy and Ronald Weasley. The sentence, Life imprisonment. Take him Away."

That was the last thing Harry Potter heard as he was dragged away to Azkaban. He did however see the smug look on Dumbledore's face.

'You'll Pay for this.' was the only thought Harry could force into his mind before two years of torture scenes and his worst memories were played back over and over in his head.

Harry now sat in Azkaban, watching the shadow shift on the wall opposite the tiny hole in the wall they called a window.

'I doubt even Skeeter could fit through that!' he thought to himself.

Unbeknown to many Harry Potter was not quite insane as many people had hoped he would be.

'When Dumbledore sent Sirius to my rescue... he lost me forever. He knows it now, he knew it then and I'll make sure he never forgets.'

It had been almost six months since Harry had been incarcerated and he was still no closer to escape than he was at the court room where Fudge personally had him carted off.

'I must admit it was well planned, Dumbledore sends Sirius to his death... He kills Colin and Ron... Blames it on his Defective Weapon... Stupid Old Man.'

Harry knew why Dumbledore had planned all this. A prophecy, given by dear old Professor Trelawny. But it was not the same prophecy Dumbledore had told him at the end of the year. Harry was certain that it involved this prophecy. The one he stood and watched the old wench churn out before he left for the Dursleys that year.

'Prophecies of old shall be cast a new,

the hero once predicted's time is through,

A new warrior of pure heart shall arise,

to cause the dark lords untimely demise.'

'That prophecy is the reason Dumbledore has me here. I'm no use now, he has someone else to manipulate. Bastard.'

It was all rather true really, Dumbledore always put his decisions to prophecies. Everything from where to send Harry to what colour of socks he should wear. It was rather pathetic really. Of course Trelawny was in her element.

Another thirteen months and passed and Harry still sat, Glaring at the gruel he was being fed and determinedly trying to find someway out.

It seemed the Dementors didn't like the taste of betrayal so they didn't flood Harry like he had expected. He still had nightmares of course. His visions hadn't stopped either. He knew that now he was out of the way, Voldemort wouldn't have any qualms about attacking freely. He no longer feared Dumbledore. No one did really. He was too panicked about the fact he still hadn't found his weapon. Something Draco was more than happy to report. Of course they also knew about Snape, who was now rotting in the Riddle Manor Dungeons. And naturally Voldemort had taken the Ministry with ease. Britain was over, Hogwarts was about three inches high and consisted of a few rocks scattered all over the Forbidden Forest. The Ministry building now served as Voldemort's main office. St. Mungo's was a Death Eater brothel. Diagon Alley was now totally devoted to the Dark Arts. Gringotts... well the goblins got paid more... so there were no problems there.

Harry couldn't quite bring himself to care all that much anymore. As far as anyone's concerned he is just a failed experiment.

Only one thing managed to piss Harry off now.

'The Great British Population of Muggles is down to around 300. All the rest dead by what they seem to believe is some kind of mind altering disease which sends them into a berserk state killing anything that gets close enough to them.'

'Hmph... Disease!' thought Harry angrily 'More like Imperious!' thought Harry angrily.

Another three months had passes and the British population now consisted of Death Eaters and Dementors. Voldemort was getting ready to trample France and the rest of Europe, but one thing stood in his way. Right in the middle of the English channel stood Azkaban. Home of roughly twelve VERY lucky people.

I suppose you are all wondering why they are so lucky? They are the few people of significant power that totally refused the dark side. Voldemort thought it best to keep them alive until Britain was his incase he had any need to absorb anyone's power.

'We're just like Batteries!' thought Harry bitterly. 'I know that he is planning to attack the prison soon... perhaps I can use it to my advantage?' thought Harry bitterly.

Unfortunately for Harry that Voldemort had a much quicker method of removing Azkaban...

(A/N: Ok! i know this may seem strange. Its a pretty short chapter but i think it covers the basics of a prologue pretty well. I'll continue it if you REALLY want me to. so review! oh and this isn't one of those Harry joins Voldie fics, or Harry Dies and is reborn, actually this is rather amusing! but you'll have to review for me to continue to see what happens! oh and i'll still continue my other fics! I'll just rotate between updates XD ummm... criticism is more than welcome but please no crappy 'I HATE THIS FIC SO.. SO... JUST DIE!' reviews... those are rather annoying...)