Title: Prisoner of the Light

Summary: There has been a great betrayal against the Light. An antidote to those Azkaban stories.

Disclaimer: Is it actually legally necessary to put this in? I highly doubt that JK employs lawyers to scan this site looking for those among us that leave this part off. I clearly own nothing, this site is called , why say what we all know?

Notes: I warn you, this will cast a few characters that I like a great deal in a rather unfavourable light. Also, as this is a little darker, or meant to be, I've tried in some bits to write in a slightly different style than is my inclination. I'm not sure how successful that has been. You tell me I guess.

I have also realised that there is a, shall we say slight, plot hole in this. The story takes place after OotP, but there are still Dementors at Azkaban... Well, they're needed for the purpose of this story and they're staying. If you need an explanation for them then lets pretend that Dementors are a little more sentient than we've seen so far. They do join Voldemort and they do march with him in some attack or other. In this attack however many of the Dementors are harmed/killed by the forces of the light. The Dementors then split into two factions, some of whom decide that the expanded scope for their powers and pleasures is worth the extra risk and some who decide that it is not. Those that decide the risk is too great go back to the Minister and Fudge welcomes them as proof that all this Lord Whatsit stuff is being a bit over hyped and puts them back at their old post. Is that okay?

I realise this AN is now longer than the chapter, but this is just the prologue! The chapters will get longer people!

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Prologue- Regrets

The cold was getting stronger as the little boat rocked its way to its destination. The cold was becoming a tangible presence, coiling out tendrils through the air and wrapping around any people it could find. Even Albus Dumbledore shivered before it and hunched slightly into his robes, unable to suppress the tremor. The older of the two Aurors sitting in front of Dumbledore gave him a strange look, almost as if he might be an impostor. Albus Dumbledore never shivered, everyone knew that.

The other Auror was oblivious, eyes fixed instead on the speck on the horizon that Dumbledore so resolutely had his back turned to, red hair whipping in the freezing wind. His eyes were blank, as if he were listening to some distant tune or voice. Before the young wizard could feel the weight of his gaze Dumbledore glanced back to the other Auror, who was still eying him oddly. Dumbledore thought about giving a bit of a twinkle, but just didn't have the heart. Instead he abandoned all pretense and buried his old head in his hands.

Dumbledore was by no means infallible. He'd made mistakes in the past, many of which had serious or potentially serious repercussions. Quirrell for one, Sirius and Peter, Tom Riddle, Barty Crouch and even that fool Lockhart. But none had ever struck so close to his heart before. Never had he been such a poor judge of character. This was a man he'd held almost as dear to himself as a son, despite the misgivings of others and the press. A man he'd trusted with his life and the lives of others, countless times. A man he'd defended against countless seemingly unfounded accusations and continued to believe in right till the very end.

A great betrayal had been committed against the Light.