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Harry Potter and the Dark Witch

Chapter 1: Azkaban, Secrecy, and a Beginning?

Special Edition of the Daily Prophet

Wizards Exposed!

As of August 2nd at 9:33 PM, Muggles know of us. The Statue of Secrecy has failed. Who caused its failure? None other than that of a young Mr. Harry J. Potter. His trial date is set for an unannounced date, in the attempt to keep him from being preyed upon by anyone radical. Though of course, one must question even further the mental status of the boy after last year's total fiasco at the-

The rest of that Daily Prophet was covered by another.

Muggle Threat Rises

The Muggle Prime Minister has sent a formal announcement to any and all wizards: "We regular people will not stand down, we will not let you pry your way into our people and government. We are not to be trodden upon by those who believe themselves more powerful due to their ability to use this so-called 'magic'. I swear upon my office that unless the magical government tells their people to cease and desist actions against us, that we will take the fight to them and let them have their comeuppance. They are human, just as we are. And they should know we are not silenced so easily!"

The Muggle Prime Minister's words has the Ministry in an uproar, moreso than the trial of Harry Potter (declared guilty-awaiting death by the Dementor's Kiss on September 30th. Currently in Azkaban.) when he broke the Statue of Secrecy. Minister Fudge has allowed us to print that unless the Muggles can accept our superiority, that he will not back down. We at the Daily Prophet hope he can sustain his ability to hold the Muggles back.

At that, Harry Potter shuddered slightly. The date of the Prophet had the 29th. He'd failed to recognize just how much time had passed. The worst part about it is that an Auror he thought he could trust had handed it to him. Tonks. She wasn't furious when he met her at Privet Drive, why now? What could possibly be going on in the wizarding world while he was behind bars?

A cackle of maniacal laughter angered him. He was put in the very top of the prison-in fact, he was put in the most-guarded and most depressing cell. Bellatrix Lestrange's. The woman had been harassing him almost as much as that of the Dementors, and after what seemed the first day he'd given up on trying to reply. He'd been quiet for days. Nearly a week, he guessed, if this Prophet was correct. The Dementors had stopped any of his own attempts at suicide. Not physically, but mentally. He couldn't even explain how, either. Whenever he'd gotten up and decided to do it, apathy. Lack of care. Anything and everything. It disturbed him, how much of a plaything he was for the Dementors now. It scared him. And they feasted on him all the more. At least he hadn't passed out besides a few times-last time Bellatrix had woken him. That had scared him half to death.

"Ah, what's the matter little poppet? Does someone have you on the out? Oh please tell me, your friends trying a jailbreak and are stuck in here too? Or is the Dark Lord finally deciding to let the Ministry know he is back and ready? I felt the call. I know he's back," Bellatrix whispered into Harry's ear, unsettling him and slightly freezing him. She snatched the paper off the ground, and began pacing, her smile dropping quickly. She rounded on him, as Harry stood up and looed at her. "What is the meaning of this?! Speak!" she commanded, her magic causing a little spark. Harry's eyes widened as he broke his silence. His voice was weak due to not talking.

"I-I had to cast a Patronus. Dementors attacked me in Little Whinging, I didn't have the time to save my cousin Dudley. Another set attacked while I was walking back-a police car with a recording, moving picture and sound saw me cast another Patronus. They arrested me. Forced me to do more magic. The Muggle Prime Minister saw he had a death on his hands, and began questioning Fudge. Fudge was indignant. Muggle Prime Minister told Muggles after I was released and they had extensive footage. I was taken by the Order a few days later, then went to trial. You know I'm here now," he replied rather bitterly, his hands balled into fists. Bellatrix scowled as she looked at him, throwing it to the side.

"The Dark Lord's plan has been ruined. By you, once more. This time, it was his dominance over Muggles. And you've possibly screwed everyone up royally, because the Muggles are getting defensive already! And why did they sentence you the Dementor's Kiss?!" she carried on, pointing to the Daily Prophet. Harry closed his eyes and bowed his head as

"They felt total exposure of all magical kind was beyond the value of keeping me here. Most wizards were clamoring for it," Harry replied simply. Bellatrix gave a single, vicious nod.

"Ah, yes. Of course. The Ministry is nothing but a puppet, as always. The Dark Lord saw fit to change that-at least until you did so by breaking the Statue of Secrecy. We have no other choice, then," Bellatrix declared, as her expression moved to neutral and she looked out the single window to the cell. Harry looked back up at her.

"What? We had a choice beforehand?" Harry asked, the hope that would've gone with the statement gone in a single second. Bellatrix gave a mirthless laugh.

"Yes!" she called, before wheeling around with a sadistic smile. "We always have one, my lovely Harry. And you will be the ticket to my getting out of this hell!"

AN: Yes, short chapter. But it's an intro. I'll add length to chapters. And this will be multi-dimensional...but I'm hoping it'll be an odd and new take on it. Considering I'm crazy, here's hoping it'll work. Tell me if my grammar's alright as well, appreciate constructive comments and the like.

Conso out.