Innocents Betrayed
Harry Potter fanfiction
Star2000shadow
Warnings: Will be mostly AU, with mentions of Death, Abuse, Non-Con, Torture, And a bit of Bashing.
Summery: Betrayed by those he swore to protect, Locked away in the Wizarding worlds strongest prison, Harry Potter has sat in the dark recesses of his cell for over six years, ever since his Third year at hogwarts. now the light has come for him, to try and get their broken soldier to finish the job they need him for. but can they fix the damage that has been done? and what of Harry, is he really as damaged as they believe? and can the hurt of his friends betraying him, REALLY be forgiven.
Chapter One: Prisoner HJP
He sat in a corner, as far from the door as he could get, thin knees drawn up to his chest eyes half closed. sitting next to him his broken pair of thick black framed glasses rested on the grimy floor of his cell. Harry had no clue how long he'd been there. two.. three years at the most.. the prison was always cold cold and dank. there was no window so he couldn't even see the outside world, or the rise and fall of the sun. his hair by now reached his mid back and he'd braided it sot hat it would stay clear of his face, Chin resting on his knees as he tried to ignore the screams that rebounded from other cells. emerald orb's showing a world of pain and wariness. unfocused as he fought to keep what little he'd learned of Occlumency, he'd slowly been expanding it. building up on it bit by bit. emptying his head so that no thoughts formed. so that there wasn't anything for the Dementors to feed off of.
If he hoped, if he felt good emotion it would be sucked away, drowned in a sea of remembered pain. Floundering. so he kept his mind blank. who knew, all he needed to get the whole point of Occlumency was to be locked in a cell for SIX years. Six Bloody awful years with the knowledge that his best friends had sent him to jail. he could still remember Sirius' screams that he'd find proof that Harry wasn't guilty.. he'd get him out.. and for a while that had kept him going that hope.. it had also left him drowning as Dementors had flocked to him. after the third year the hope had started to die.. and he had Vision after vision until he'd gotten a handle on Occlumency that had, surprisingly also worked on Dementors.. and pushed the Visions back. oh he occasionally got REALLY strong emotions..or a slight mind numbing pain in his scar but that was all.
Then he was left to listen to the screams of the other prisoners as the bone chilling, soul crushing cold of the Dementors had gotten to him. and then after that they'd.. gone .. it was still bone freezing cold in the prison, and with as little food as they where given it wasn't surprising. but the pull on his mind into nightmare after nightmare was gone. one would think the memories he had already, the dim infancy remembered screams of his parents, the abuse at the Dursleys hands, Cedric's death.. his friends turning on him.. you'd THINK that those would be all he drowned in but no.. he had years of seeing through Voldemort's eyes. watching again and again as muggles where tortured, raped, beaten into so much MEAT.
and he'd had it played over and over across the screen that was his mind, the backs of his eyelids. as there was no window and no clock he didn't know if it was day or night. he just knew he received three meals a day. a bar, some water and toast. the bar he'd learned after his first few meals was a protein bar. enough to keep his body going without giving him the energy to escape after a month he'd lost weight but not dangerously so. and the meal never changed. though there was one guard who slipped him two bar's for.. services rendered. not that he liked thinking about that. so how did Harry James Potter end up in Azkaban? how was it the last sight he'd seen was of Sirius struggling against his friends and family holding him back from trying to free Harry from his current fate? Wormtail had been found.. tortured. not but three weeks before harry had been unjustly tried and imprisoned.
the kicker? Harry's wand had cast ALL the spells. and he'd disappeared for an unnumbered amount of time. not only had Wormtail been killed but several other 'death' eaters. as well as the Dursleys. Now Harry had to admit, for what Wormtail had done to his parents, to Sirius he MIGHT of probably tortured the bastard to death.. but damn it if anyone even THOUGHT they'd known him would know he wouldn't. he'd had plenty of Opportunity's to kill the sniveling little Bastard. and he sure as hell wouldn't of killed the Dursleys not that it made much difference he hated them so much he.. actually didn't CARE what happened to them.
but all the spells had been Cast with his wand. Sirius had yelled screamed. DEMANDED during the trial.. argued.. rejected what the prosecution was saying .. the 'evidence'.. never the mos 'calm' person he'd all but tried to brain the man and Fudge for doing this to Harry. three or maybe it was Six months.. he wasn't sure.. after he'd been put in the prison he'd gotten the horror of watching as Sirius had been tortured to death. apparently the Death eaters had attacked a place Sirius had been at and in a rage over what had been done to harry the brave but stupid man had lunged for the nearest death eater. It had taken Sirius a long time to die. He wondered if Remus was still working to free him.. but no best not to hope. best tot think he had given up.
He rubbed at his scar and stared straight forward, almost distantly hearing foot steps in the hall. though who and what they belonged to was beyond him. he did remember hearing voices. apparently with the Dementors joining Voldemort's Army Human Auror's had taken up the patrol of the halls. Harry never responded tot him. never spoke though when they did the 'Trade' that allowed him to get food he at least responded if sluggishly for that. after all it was the only way to keep any strength. he tried to think when had he eaten last. an hour, two? three ago? he wasn't sure but he knew it had to be not that far behind as the pain in his stomach wasn't to noticeable. Then he heard a soft voice. "Right there..HJP.." and he dimly heard the mumbling from the others. he let his eyes drift back down tot he fifth brink to the right of his foot and did not look up as the door opened. 'hmm wondered how long it'd take them to come after me.. what with Voldemort upping the amp.'
The thought was.. dry, sharp as glass, and laced with hate. he didn't respond as someone called his name. "Harry?" well Damn it was Dumbledore. anger flared but didn't enter his eyes as the voices continued. "Harry? It's me Dumbledore.." yeah like THAT was a no brainier. he still didn't respond though. after all why should he? They'd damn well locked him up for SIX BLOODY YEARS. only the last year had been without Dementors. without the pain, the memory's the past visions every painful and hurting fucking memory he'd formed drowning him. he didn't move didn't even flinch or start, or take a sharp indrawn breath when a hand touched his shoulder. hmm he could be insane.. didn't the other's in the other cells talk to people not there? and they probably thought they where sane as well.
"We're here to take you Home Harry.." Harry snorted he was home. Azkaban had been his home for more then six years. why ever would he want to leave it? "Harry.." the hand on his shoulder reached down and lifted his head. Harry didn't show emotion didn't flinch, didn't even change his breathing his eyes just stared straight ahead as the head master appeared in his line of vision instead of the Square five blocks from his foot and to the right. Dumbledore left his line of sight and harry didn't turn his head to fallow as the man backed away to talk with the people he'd brought with him. He heard i almost to softly. "We might be to late..he didn't have an Animagus form to escape the Dementors in..didn't have Occlumency to shield his mind. we may have very well Lost him." Gee and it would survey them right. They'd locked him UP.. trapped him in this hell hole..left him defenseless. he damn well wasn't responding until he was fucking ready to respond.
He was hauled to his feet, but he could not stand as the room spun and he slowly sank back towards the ground an arm around his waist, the scent of forest and musk reached his nose and he heard Professor Remus Lupin's voice. "C'mon Harry.. We're going home.." why they kept repeating that Harry would NEVER understand. and frankly he didn't only reason he wasn't up and leaving was the simple fact Voldemort would hunt him down and kill him. hell all he had to do was WAIT and the bastard would come to him. In his Lucid states while in Azkaban he'd thought and thought. he'd stared at one single stone, if he could do Occlumency, while internal, and purely mental, he should be able to do other spells. after all every child could do wandless magic. it was just a given.
A Given he'd banked on. and found himself to be right. for a year straight he had sat and practiced spells, Delving, carefully mind you, into Voldemort's mind.. well when the twisted bastard wasn't 'sharing'. or broad casting. or whatever the hell he'd been doing for Harry to 'ENJOY' his torture sessions. and he'd meditated, a lot. going deeper and deeper into his mind until he'd actually come across something.. remarkable. at least to him as no one had ever told him you could actually FIND your core. the part of you that housed your magic. it had been a warm golden glow and he'd just basked in it for a few moments before the total shock had sent him crashing back into his body. So he'd meditated until he could reliably reach his core. then he'd practiced. focused his mind on one task, starting with first year spells he'd gone over hem slowly. Lumos, Alohomora, and hadn't it been a thrill when the door that normally locked him in had opened a crack.
Of course he'd Shut it and re-locked it.. which had left him shaking and drained he'd practically all but FAINTED after that spell. well those two spells. but as he'd practiced he'd gotten better and better. and he'd worked his way through all the spells using them as best he could. he sometimes had to concentrate and use his arm as a sort of 'fleshy' wand but he'd gotten them all to work. then he'd started carefully plummeting Voldemort's mind. that had been three years AFTER he'd been put in this place. well okay Four. by then he'd lost track and he'd found it easier to ignore the Dementors. but that was nether here nor there. they where outside already walking down a Dock to some boats. seemed he'd be going for a boat ride after all.