Aphrodisiac

By: Porphyria's Lover

Summary: Harry is thrown into an alternate universe where he has been in Azkaban for two years for being Voldemort's right hand man. He finds out quickly that not only are his parents alive in this world, but he has siblings. He finds a way to escape, and how will he be able to handle a world where the people he loves think he's a murderer, and his former enemies are his only friends. DM/HP

Prologue

Harry browsed the flowers at the flower market in Diagon Alley. It was October 31st, and he wanted to make sure he commemorated the occasion right, for the first time. He eyed the calla lilies and red roses and freesia and tulips, having no idea what to pick.

It was the first year he was spending the anniversary of his parent's death without having to worry that Death Eaters would follow him and kill him on their grave. Voldemort was finally gone, and Harry had spent the last year in a state of utter calm and tranquility. The first thing he had done once it was all said and done was leave London and spend an extended holiday in the Carribean with not a care in the world. The Weasley's had practically forced him to leave, at least until the excitement and the press had died down and not everyone in the world would be prowling the streets for interviews and pictures and autographs.

When Harry returned, he realized for the first time in his life that there was nothing left for him to do but live. There was no set path for him. He could do anything. And for the first time, he really had no idea what to do with himself. He didn't have to work. Everything he would ever need was given to him with Sirius' inheritance since no one else in the Black family was fit to inherit. He didn't want to be an Auror either. He'd spend forever fighting Dark wizards and risking his life. He wasn't about to make a career out of it.

Most of the past year Harry had been taking care of Teddy, spending time with Ron and Hermione who were busy with wedding planning, and avoiding Ginny altogether. He had realized during his vacation that perhaps settling down wasn't for him, especially since Ginny still wanted to do many things with her life, and Harry would only really drag her down into his peaceful little world where nothing could ever harm him again.

"How long will these last?" Harry asked the florist as he pointed at the lilies and lavender.

"However long you want them to, my dear," the older woman said, smiling gently at him. "What are you needing them for?"

"My parent's grave actually," Harry said, smiling when the woman's eyes turned sad.

"I can put an everlasting charm on them and if you buy the bulbs they will grow and bloom even in winter time."

Harry picked up the flowers and the bulbs, breathing in the scent. "I'll take them, then."

"Fifteen galleons, dear." The women put the flowers in a vase and the bulbs in a bag. "They'll look beautiful, I'm sure of it. There is always something mystical about lavender, I always say. The ability to put even the most stubborn person to sleep and dream the most pleasant dreams."

Harry smiled as he handed her the coins. "I appreciate it, ma'am."

A minute later he was walking up the street of Godric's Hollow, a small gardening spade in one hand and the flowers in the other. He approached the rock that turned into the memorial. He speared the ground around the stone and dropped the flower bulbs in, and placed the vase at the foot. He did the same to the graves on the other side, those of Sirius, Remus, and Tonks.

Then he took a seat and lay down against the freshly overturned dirt, looking up at the sky. He wondered briefly what it would be like to simply fall asleep and never wake up. After all, he had nothing better to do, what was the harm in simply falling asleep at his parent's feet, where he had always wanted to be. Never waking up, dying right there with his family close to him seemed almost like the best thing Harry could want for his life.

He realized how sad and utterly depressing it was, but that didn't explain why it felt so great. How could something so awful sound so great at that moment?

He inhaled the lavender and the lilies and he thought how perfect it was. Peaceful, elegant, and powerful.

He drifted off right there, once again wishing that for once, he could wake up and be in the arms of his family, because only then could his life really be perfect.

Chapter 1: The Agony and the Ecstasy

When Harry woke up he knew instantly that something was wrong. He had fallen asleep to the sweet smell of lavender, and now all he could smell was the stench of body fluids, decay, and stale, cold air. He had drifted off on the soft warm dirt, and now he felt cold hard concrete under his back. There had been clear sky above him, and now he just saw darkness, complete with the sounds of screams echoing through the bars that he was now contained behind.

This was something that Harry knew all too well. Hell. He wished for death and now he was being punished.

He closed his eyes again and hoped desperately to wake up. But after six pinches and knocking on his own head, he realized that he couldn't possibly be dreaming. He was in too much pain to be dreaming. Now that he thought about it, he felt as though he had been hit by the Knight Bus a few dozen times and left on the road for dead.

He picked himself up, and found that whatever he touched was coated with a thick layer of grime. In fact, he was covered in it, along with grey robes that looked as though he had been wearing them for ages and not once thought to clean them. His entire body was covered and he was disgusted with his own physical state. He had been thin before, but now he looked starved. His hair was lousy with lice and dirt and his hands had various cuts all over them and his scalp felt raw as though he had been trying to dig his brain out of his head.

He moved closer to the door where a tiny barred window was the only source of outside knowledge he had. He looked through, but all he saw was a fire. Apparently, a person would have to floo to get to wherever he was.

And then he remembered. He had been here before. Albeit, not for long, but he knew this place. He knew the unkempt tormented hellhole of Azkaban when he saw it. But he had never seen it from the prisoner's perspective.

But this must be some kind of mistake. What was he doing here? He didn't want to toot his own horn, but he was Harry Potter for crying out loud! This was not where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be in Norman Rockwell painting complete with Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, and maybe even Ron and Hermione having dinner, playing games, telling stories, and being content that life really was good.

He laughed a bit when he realized that nothing would ever be simple for him. Not even the simplest of wishes would ever come true for him. He was the wrench in every fairy tale, and that made him cursed. He was the cosmic conflict in every story, his presence only screwed up the fantasy. He wished for heaven, and he got Azkaban.

He pinched himself again, hoping that perhaps he really was simply dreaming. He didn't wake up. And he had given himself a sizable bruise on his upper arm.

He looked up out of his small little window and saw nothing but darkness. He wondered if perhaps he was in limbo for a moment, before dismissing it. Limbo was a place for people in transition, and Azkaban wasn't transition. It was eternity.

So there it was. Harry really was in hell. And the more he thought about it, the more he figured that it was only fitting.

As soon as he had convinced himself that he was the only true tragic hero, the fire burned green, and Harry heard voices in the corridor coming right for him.

Suddenly frightened, he hid off to the side of the door where the people couldn't see him if they were only peering through the window.

"Hey, Potter!"

Harry remained silent when he registered the hostile and angry voice. He didn't recognize it, so he didn't answer.

"Potter!"

Again he was silent. He whispered a charm on himself, and was relieved to see that Azkaban didn't seem to block wandless magic. It was very rare anyway, and Harry was happy to learn that he was one of the few that could actually perform it. The charm helped him to blend into the shadows of the dark room. Even if he was in Azkaban, didn't him being Harry Potter gain him even the decency of a window?

"Don't you try to trick me, boy. I know you're in there."

Harry was reminded very strongly of the way Vernon talked to him before he had gotten out of their house for good. His old habit of talking back began to resurface.

There was silence on the other side, as if the speaker was waiting for some kind of answer.

"Potter?"

Harry rolled his eyes. It was the worst day of his life so far and a man who was apparently obsessed with his name was the only person he could talk to.

"C'mon, Potter, get your food." Harry heard the rattling of a metal plate on the other side of the door, and it was being pushed through a slot close to the bottom of the door. But he didn't move. The food smelled horrible, and he wasn't close to starving yet.

"Taken to starving himself, finally." The man seemed relieved. Harry sucked his teeth. Some kind of gratitude for saving the world. He wasn't deluded and definitely didn't want a bunch of attention, but hatred wasn't what he was expecting.

"You alive in there?"

Harry waited out his comments. Since he really didn't understand what he was actually in Azkaban for, he figured it was best to shut the hell up and let things unfold as they must. After all, he was already condemned. Would they come in a beat him for being stumped for conversation? And then he began to hope that they would come in. If he stayed quiet and out of sight, perhaps they would come in and he would be able to disarm them and make a grand escape. He wasn't Houdini, but he had a fair share of escapee experience.

"Watch my back, will you?" There was a click and the multiple locks on the door sprung open. It was too much to hope for, and Harry felt the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. The door opened slowly, and Harry saw the faint glow on the tip of a wand as a cloaked man entered. The man looked around quickly, but Harry was too far blended in the shadows.

Harry had to think quick. The man obviously had a grudge against him for something, and he was in no mood to spend his time trying to satisfy a man with a wand and an attitude problem. If he wanted to make it out of Azkaban and find someone who could tell him what was going on, he would have to break a few Azkaban house rules. As the man looked around, Harry crept towards the door. Seeing that the curious guard was also peering into his cell, he figured that this might not be as hard as he thought it would be.

With a quick leap, he tripped the door guard and disarmed him, taking his wand for himself as he pushed him into the cell and shut the door hard.

"POTTER! He's lose!"

Harry smiled to himself as he looked at the horrified looking guards that now tried to reach him through the bars. "Now, I'm not sure what you were trying to accomplish by keeping me locked up for no reason, but rest assured, I will be speaking to someone about this and then there will be some trouble for you."

The man who had been yelling at him before apparently didn't know when he had lost the fight. "Oh right. Go back to your Dark Lord. You worthless piece of shit, you'll never make it off this island, let alone back to your master. There's not one wizard in the world who doesn't know who you are! You'll be caught in seconds!"

Harry raised a brow at the man, but before he could consider what he had just heard, the fire began to glow green again.

The guards laughed. "Not so smug now are you, Potter?"

He backed up against the wall before the guards could see and transformed into a black raven on the ground. He flew up quickly into the ceiling, landing on a bar well into the blackness of the tall corridor.

He watched as the small space was quickly filled with guards and Aurors. Apparently, they could tell when a prisoner wasn't being cooperative. What, did they have some kind of a panic button under their robes?

"Where is he!" Harry almost laughed as people started shooting spells all over the place as a precaution in case he was hiding closely into a shadowed corner or something.

"He was just here! We saw him!"

"You two idiots! How did you manage to let him escape! He's been completely taciturn for the past year and you manage to break him out of his head long enough for him to plan an escape?"

"I swear, I just went in to make sure he was still there. He didn't even make a noise when we showed up. We thought somehow he'd escaped or something…"

"Well he has now, numb nuts! Where did he go? Did he use the floo?" The apparent warden asked as he opened the cell door.

"No! He ducked out of sight when he saw the flames go green and now he's gone!"

A few men ducked into the cell, casting lighting charms to check to see if he was still in there. When it was clear that he wasn't, they walked out again and began to check the area to see if there was anyway he could have escaped. Harry guessed that Sirius' escape hadn't taught anyone anything about how prisoners could possibly make it out of Azkaban undetected.

"He couldn't of apparated, the wards block it. He must have taken the floo, it's the only way he could have gotten out of here."

"Invisibility cloak? Like his dad?"

"Yeah right. I suppose James came up and decided to forgive his son for all the murders he caused and gave him the cloak to escape and they can all be a happy family again, right?" The warden glared at the guard.

"James nor Lily has been here since Harry was put away. It couldn't have been them."

Harry had to double-check his hearing. James and Lily? Alive? Visiting him in his comfy cozy Azkaban cell? He wondered for a moment if the guards actually knew he was still there and was just humoring him, hoping to get him off balance so he would announce himself. Harry wasn't falling for it. His parents were dead. Period. No doubts about it. What kind of horrible trick was this?

"He has to still be in this building then. No one else on any of the other floors has seen him. Scour every inch and secure the other prisoners. No doubt if Potter finds a way out he'll try to spring the other Death Eaters as well. If Harry Potter escapes here today, it'll be everyone's head, do you hear me! Move!"

Harry let out a breath as the room became vacant. Why on earth would he want to spring the Death Eaters, if there were any of them in there. And why was this happening to him? What had he done to deserve Azkaban? Harry pondered the thought that perhaps he had encountered a different place than his own. What other explanation was there? Other than he was sleep walking and ended up killing hundreds of people, resurrected Voldemort and became one of his followers. Oh, and let's not forget bringing his parents back to life and then promptly betraying them enough for them to not want to see him in prison. That made sense.

Harry made the conscious decision right there to lay low for a while and observe his surroundings before he made an effort to contact anyone in this strange place. He was never good with trusting people anyway, so it wouldn't be that hard to stay to himself for a little while. But he definitely had some research to do, and it started with finding a way out of Azkaban without calling attention to himself.

The only way out was through the floo, and there was no powder to speak of on his end. He floated down from the ceiling, and searched the floor for powder, but found none. They had at least done a good job at making sure an escaped prisoner couldn't get out on his own.

He decided to wait until another person came in, and make his move from there.

Harry woke up to the sound of the fire starting up again, and a cloaked figure entered the room. Harry had fallen asleep on his perch in the high ceiling, and he looked closely at the visitor, who took his hood off a second later.

Harry rolled his eyes. Lucius Malfoy. Figured his savior would come in the form of an enemy.

He watched as Lucius walked gracefully around the corridor, looking for anything out of place, and then into his cell with a disgusted look on his face. Once he was satisfied that with the lack of anything out of the ordinary, he tapped his cane once, twice.

"Potter?"

For a second, Harry felt compelled to answer. Almost as an instinct, which was odd for him. Somehow, he felt as though he could trust Lucius, and that thought alone scared him. He remained silent, and hoped that Lucius would leave and perhaps Harry could follow behind him while the fire was still green.

"Harry?" This call came a bit more hushed, as though Malfoy didn't want anyone to overhear him calling his actual name.

That was a bit hard to swallow. Lucius Malfoy calling him by his first name? It was as if Lucius knew he was still there somehow.

Malfoy seemed disappointed, and with a whirl of his cloak, he was back at the fire again. He whispered something and threw the floo into the flames. Harry dove at that second, barely managing to make it in as the Malfoy patriarch disappeared in a mess of flames.

Harry flew out as soon as he could find his balance. He was in another room of cells, a long corridor filled with insane laughter and screams. He grimaced at the smell, his bird instincts telling him there was nothing appetizing in this place.

"Oh Lucy, how nice of you to join us…"

Lucius walked with purpose down the hall, not responding or even taking notice of the people who were calling to him. Harry knew they were Death Eaters. The warden and the other guards were down the hall, watching the man closely.

"Find him?"

"There was nothing. But Potter is a very cunning young man. It is possible that he was able to make it out without detection. He always had talent when it came to not being seen," Lucius seemed to be recalling a fond memory, and Harry shook his head at the irony of it all. A laugh escaped one of the prisoners down the line of cells.

"Oh, don't you worry. Harry escaped. And he'll be back for the rest of us now that he knows how to get out without you idiots seeing him! My ickle Harry will come back for me. My sweet ickle Harry…"

Harry almost squawked as he recognized the insane drawl of Bellatrix Lestrange. She was talking about him as though he were a son to her.

I have got to get out of here. Everyone I used to hate is now thinking of me like a darling nephew.

Harry tried to ride the little air circulation towards the door they were standing in front of without being noticed.

"Shut up, Lestrange. Second we catch your little Harry, he'll get the kiss this time for sure. I'm amazed he didn't get it in the first place."

"It was his parents. Dumbledore had mercy on his parents. It would hurt them more to see him in such a state then for him to just be imprisoned forever. I kind of agree. I remember when he was still just little Harry Potter. He was such a nice and shy little boy. Whatever happened I'll never know…"

"It's the shy ones you have to watch out for."

Harry fell through the door, and hopped around looking for a quick exit. Luckily enough, the entire ceiling of this one was bars. Fine and shallow spaced bars, but it was open none-the-less. He could smell the seawater in the air. Harry flew up, and squeezed through the metal, careful of the fragile bones in his body, and he was free. He crowed in relief and flew as fast as he could away from Azkaban and quickly towards the opposite shore. One more moment in that place with people talking about him as if he was the fond grandson of Voldemort and he would have had to drown himself in the water.

It was too wrong. What could have happened between the time he took his harmless nap outside Godric's Hollow and waking up in Azkaban that had turned the world around him wonky?

He collected the information in his head as he rode the swells of the ocean. He was a death eater. He served Voldemort. His parents and Dumbledore were alive and condemned him to Azkaban. Malfoy and Lestrange were friends, and the rest of the world wanted him dead.

Was it possible the wish had tossed him sideways into a completely different world?

AN: Let me know what you think. I checked it over for grammatical errors, but it's very possible I've missed a few so sorry about that.

*PL