CHAPTER #1 (REWRITE)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING EXCEPT CHARACTERS THAT I COME UP WITH. A/N - Harry is 15 for the beginning
Thanks to the smart person for telling me to rewrite this chapter. I'm now going to write the chapters like this.
Without further ado, lets go.
Harry sat in the chair, the minister in front of him, as well as Dumbledore. Harry's heart was beating, for these events were terrible. "Harry! Did you, or did you not, kill 300 muggles and squibs on December 12th?" Dumbledore questioned, his tone firmer than any Harry had heard before.
"No, you-" Harry started, but was cut off.
"LIES! Harry Potter, you are sentenced to life in Azkaban." The minister shouted.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Harry pleaded. They looked at him with a funny expression. "You have the right to remain silent, now shut up before I cruciate you." The minister whispered, harshly. He looked up at his friends; they were shaking their heads, and Harry had lost hope in the world.
"Hold on, minister." Harry said, this time firmly; no sign of his voice shaking. They stopped.
"Go on," The minister said; keeping his voice calm.
"If you truly believe that locking me up will help you defeat Lord Voldemort, you are mistaken. You may as well put me in a cell with Bellatrix and all the other Death Eaters. However, I'm going to say this now: if you turn your backs on me, I will escape Azkaban. I will kill. Not just you, but Voldemort as well. If I do, it's not for you. It's for my own goddamned sake." Harry nodded to the minister, who sent Aurors to drag him away. The jury were murmuring, but of course, they had all saw Harry do it. His wand, which they had snapped, had the magical signature; and to be frank, if Dumbledore and the Minister believed Harry to be guilty, then he surely was.
Harry was being dragged off, and transported with apparation to Azkaban. He saw the triangle shaped prison, and was confronted with images of his father, his mother and Sirius. Sirius...if he was still alive, would Harry be in this mess? Would one person change the minds of all; or would he be shunned like Harry? Harry shook the thoughts off as he was chucked into his cell, his cold, dark cell. As soon as he was left in there, Harry had noticed something. A cloaked, black figure.
"Oh no, they haven't put me in here with the Dementors, have they?" Harry managed to stutter out, in fear. The figure turned to look at Harry. "Potter?" "Bellatrix?" They shouted. Immediately they had their hands to each other's throats.
"Why did you kill Sirius?" "Why are you here, Potter?" They shot different questions at each other, each one filled with venom.
"I am here, simply because my friends betrayed me. I guess they do not have a use for me anymore...I was just a tool. I should have realized." Harry answered first.
"I killed Sirius...Because I had a problem. It's gone now. But the problem made me...bloodthirsty; then merciless. Eventually, I became relentless; murdering anything if it had the slightest sign of defiance. That's why. Eventually, the Dark Lord," Bellatrix spat, "found out. So it became, I got betrayed as well." Bellatrix finished.
Harry nodded. "So we both went through similar events. Well, if there is one thing I know, let's not go at each others throats this time, ok? To be honest, if we do, our insanity chances are higher than any person in this goddamned prison." Bellatrix slowly nodded; much to Harry's surprise, however Harry didn't let this show. Harry immediately sat in the corner, slumping, with his mind slowly processing the events that had happened. Bellatrix looked over to him.
"You're trying to think of a way to get out of here." She stated simply. Harry nodded. "How? You don't have a wand." Bellatrix stated, yet again. Harry allowed a small smile to creep onto his lips. "Because, Bella," Bella cringed at that name. "-there was a reason that my friends thought I had killed over 300 muggles in one attack. That reason, is because I learnt how to use wandless magic, as well as magic without incantations for wands. Surprised? Don't be. Dumbledore told me to practice for young Tom Riddle. But then, the old faggot," Bella smiled, noticing Harry's much colder language. "-decided to put me in Azkaban." Harry finished. Bella's expression was blank.
"Harry, you seem more like how I was." Harry nodded. "My friends started to get colder towards me. I really didn't notice at first, but then it seemed like they had told everyone. In my Defence Against The Dark Arts classes, we had a dueling tournament. Snape was off ill, but left some notes and a supply teacher watched over us. It was pretty fun, to be honest. But then, once I had decimated the rest of the students, I got into the finals. With Draco Malfoy. Of course, I destroyed him - before the teacher and the other students shouted insults at me for 'cheating'. Draco summoned a snake. I am a parseltongue, as you may know. I told the snake to grab Draco's wand, and, to be frank, snap it. It did so. Thus came the shouts of cheating. No-one cared that he used the Cruciatus curse on me." Bella looked…horrified. "Draco? Use an unforgivable?" Bella questioned. Harry nodded.
"That was a month before the betrayal and trial. After that event, I started to research advanced defense spells and the like. I succeeded in my research, and no-one was able to win against me in a duel. My personality stayed the same, I didn't get dark or arrogant, no; that was their assumption. But Ron...and Hermione...Ginny...the others...Luna believed. But she is one person." Harry muttered the end, but Bella could hear. She could also hear the slight sobs of Harry as tears streamed down his face, and his emotions were mixed. Vengeance, anger, sorrow...all these were in a massive fusion to create Harry's thoughts. Bella could not have seen the boy in more of a vulnerable state.
"Bella…" Harry whispered. "I don't want to die." Bella almost let a tear streak down her face. Bellatrix Lestrange, showing feelings for a heartbroken boy. "Don't worry, boy. You won't." She tried to do her best to comfort him, but being evil for most of your life does mean that affection is quite hard to perform. Bella pulled Harry into a tight hug, not wanting to see him...so broken…
"Harry, we'll be fine...We'll get out….I promise…" Bella muttered softly, before gently drifting off to sleep along with the boy.
The guard swooped by, checking the cells. "Hey, you two, breakfast is ready." Bella and Harry woke up, and Harry immediately blushed after finding out he was in Bella's arms for most of that night. Harry had started to notice girls quite a lot; however he couldn't ask any of them out with the things that had been going on in his life. The guard was grinning, and Bella nor Harry didn't know why.
"What's wrong? Why are you grinning?" Harry asked, his voice quiet from just waking up. The guards grin turned into an angry expression. "Shut up, boy. You get some special treatment." Harry turned to look at Bella.
"What about Bella?" Harry asked.
"That slut? She doesn't get any." The guard responded, with venom in his words. Harry's expression turned angry.
"BELLA IS NOT A SLUT!" Harry shouted, full force. The guard raised an eyebrow.
"We get to use these on you, boy." Harry looked at the whip, and his pupils shrinked. Bella looked at Harry, a pleading look on her eyes. "Bella, I'll be fine, keep safe-" Harry tried to say, before the guard ran into the cell, picked up Harry and went off to the torture room.
"ARGH!" "NO!" "Bella-" Harry was being whipped, again and again. Bella could only just hear the screams of Harry, and she was tearing up. The boy shouldn't be treated like this. He did nothing wrong. Bella did, of course, but she didn't want to. It was only her mind delving into the depths of insanity; there was nothing she could do about it.
Harry, eventually, was thrown back into the cell. Bella immediately ran up to him, picked him up and let him rest in her arms. Harry had red marks, raw skin and sore parts all over his body. Bella could simply not express her anger on the guards. All this was caused by Dumbledore and his bloody 'greater good'. If only there were here, and Bella had a wand...there was no telling what she would do. After a few hours, Harry stirred. Bella immediately noticed, and held his head up, staring into his eyes.
"Bella…They whipped me….And Dumbledore was there…" Harry muttered, mesmerized by her violet eyes. Bella rubbed his arm out of pure instinct.
"Don't worry, Harry. We'll get to them sooner or later."
5 Years Later
Someone passing by gave a sharp cough. Harry turned to see who it was, and it was none other than the traitor Dumbledore himself. "Albus." "Harry."
Harry's eyes narrowed, and Dumbledore's likewise. "Why Dumbledore? 5 years of Azkaban." Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes.
"I strongly believe, that you may be able to fight for our side, to...redeem your sins." Harry's mind was filled with rage at this point. Bella could see it in his eyes, they had a fire burning.
"Oh, really now? I don't care - guess why? I'm innocent, you sick bastard." Harry responded, his tone cold. Albus raised an eyebrow.
"That's hard to believe, Harry Potter." Harry stood up.
"Really, Albus? Explain this." Harry concentrated, and Dumbledore's wand, The Elder Wand, flew out of his hand and into Harry's.
"You see, Albus? I couldn't care less. I should use the Killing Curse for all you've done. There was one person, that I know of, that was not at that trial. Luna Lovegood. She seemed intelligent, didn't she? Well, if she didn't, you've aged more than you should have. Fool." Harry finished, his emotions bursting.
"Well, Harry. It's a shame that I can do Wandless Magic too." Dumbledore replied, calm as ever.
"Do I care? It's not like I have a life anymore. Bella is the only person I can trust." Harry retorted.
"Well, it's time for me to...take my leave." Dumbledore finished, getting up and exiting the dark corridors of Azkaban prison; leaving Harry and Bellatrix alone.
Okay, that was my second fanfic's first chapter. I spent quite a lot of time on this, so R&R. If you are wondering about what I promised in my first fanfic, that's coming, don't worry. Love it? Hate it? Neutral? Review with constructive criticism and I'll try to make my chapters better. Obviously, chapters won't be updated that fast, so stay tuned. I hope to make it to at least 30K words through this fanfic. I'm going to read the books for the 123rd time, and try and get some ideas with twists. See you in the next chapter! ~HuntingVengeance~