Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter. That honor belongs to J.K. Rowling and the Warner Bros.
Prelude: Insanity is relative to your moral standpoint.
It had been a year. A YEAR. And yet the dementors still came by, the guards still spat at him, not to mention no friends coming by. Hah! What a joke. The only friends he had were kept from him, and the ones who were supposed to be his family betrayed him, the fox twins the only ones believing him.
Heh. I suppose I shouldn't get too angry though. Red is NOT my colour. Purple maybe? What about lime green? Hmmmmm… Definitely something to think on later.
Something slides through the bars if my suite, landing on my bed. Well this is strange, I've never gotten mail before. I giggle to myself as I open the package. My grin gets wider as I see inside and slowly pull out a thin black cats collar a pair of knuckle gloves and a single grenade.
"Looks like I have a… Friend to help me out," I said, voice hoarse and raspy from disuse, putting on the collar and gloves. A glow lit up the stone on the back of the left hand, and, my smile started to split my face in half.
Oh, the things I could do! My hand flexed, and the wards on azkaban dropped. My grin became feral, and the teeth inside sharpened, becoming little more than fangs. I opened the now unlocked door, and walked out, green eyes sharpening, the pupils squeezing until it resembled those of a cat. My new (old) claws scraped the walls of the solitary wing. Going down the hall I opened up the door to the outside, ignoring the corpses by my feet.
I went outside and felt the lightning in the air, the tension in the very land itself, and I grinned at the chaos, the skin at the corner of my lips becoming slightly bloodied. I held my palm up to the sky and captured the lightning in my palm and I threw it down, over and over and over again until all that was left of azkaban was an island made of melted stone and glassed over sand. I turned my sights towards the mainland, images of a senile Phoenix and group of lying sheep and weasels slowly being roasted on a spit.
Well, if I'm going to take revenge I might as well be in the proper mood. Gliding over the water, an axe appeared in my hand and I grinned wide enough to split my cheeks open, bloodying my lips.
"Heeeeeeeeeere's Harry!"