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Chapter 1: Flashback and Understanding
13th October 2000
There was a crash of thunder outside the window and with a start Harry Potter, 20 year old wizard, formerly known as the Boy-Who-Lived awoke. He groaned and turned over on the cold hard floor, he stared towards the window across the corridor. It was with relief that he noticed that there were no Dementors outside the door to his cell. Harry looked through the bars on the tiny window opposite his cell, it was pouring down with rain, a blessed relief for Harry as some of the filth of Azkaban would be washed away, not that it would make much difference he thought bitterly. Glancing at the walls of his cell and counting the lines he had scratched into them Harry was shocked to realise that it had been four years to the day since he had been thrown into Azkaban, condemned to hell on earth with no hope of reprieve. Harry thought back to the day it had all gone wrong, all those years ago.
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13th October 1996
It was the first Hogsmeade visit of his sixth year. Hermione and Ron had finally admitted their feelings for each other (With a little encouragement from Harry) and just started dating. The three of them and Neville had all gone down to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to celebrate. They all came into the pub laughing and joking. They spotted Hagrid sitting at the bar and Harry went over to say hello.
"Alright there Harry, you look particularly happy today, what's the occasion."
"Nothing much, I finally got those two over there to admit their feelings for one another. But Hagrid what are you doing here, I would've thought you'd be at Hogwarts today ?"
"Oh, congratulations to those two, knew it were only a matter of time. As fer me, Dumbledore's orders, he wanted some of the teachers to just keep an eye out on you students and alert him if there's any trouble. None of the other teachers seemed to keen, so I volunteered, and here I am."
They had all been having such a good time when he felt the urge to use the bathroom. But as he entered the hairs of the back of his neck stood on end, and he got a feeling of dread. As he looked around he saw Malfoy waiting by the sinks.
"Malfoy" he spat out.
"Potter" was the reply he got.
Draco turned around to the sink as if to wash his hands, then as fast as a snake he whipped round with his wand out and called out "Stupefy" and Harry's world went dark. Malfoy then ripped a few hairs from his head, and dropped them into a vial of Polyjuice potion. The potion started to bubble before turning an incandescent golden colour.
"Well Potter I told you the Dark Lord would destroy you, but I bet you didn't think it would be like this."
Malfoy then downed the potion and after the transformation searched Harry's robes until he located his wand. Draco then burst into the main area of the pub and, after making sure that enough people were looking at him screamed
"The Dark Lord is now my master, all who oppose him must die."
He then scanned the room looking for the most tempting target, and his eyes alighted on Hermione. "Avada Kedavra" he called and a green light sped from his wand towards her, she froze not believing what her eyes were telling her. When the light make contact she fell, almost gracefully off her stool, dead. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone was stunned by what they had just witnessed, then everyone stampeded to get to the door as quickly as they could. Everyone that is except for Ron and Hagrid. Ron gave a cry of rage and tried to move towards the bathroom door, no thoughts in his mind but revenge, but he was quickly stopped by Hagrid. Hagrid flung an arm out, caught Ron, and quickly told him "Get Professor Dumbledore, we need him now."
Hagrid then turned around, ducking through the hail of spells that Draco/Harry was throwing off, most of them deadly in nature. He moved closer to Draco and called out "Harry please stop, see sense, Professor Dumbledore is on his way."
At this Draco turned round and with a smirk simply said "Avada Kedavra." The green light came out just as it had for Hermione and hit Hagrid square in the chest. Hagrid's beady eyes flickered once in surprise and then he fell backwards slowly, taking an age, before hitting the floor with a colossal thud. Given that no-one was left in the Three Broomsticks other than himself and the bodies of Hagrid and Hermione, Draco turned and went back to the bathroom. When he entered he placed Harry's wand back in the pocket he had found it, cast an Enneverate at Harry, and then with a crack apparated out.
Harry slowly woke up, feeling quite groggy, only remembering being cursed by Draco Malfoy as he came into the bathroom. Harry slowly got up, came out of the bathroom and staggered out of the doors of the Three Broomsticks and into the main street of Hogsmeade. However as he did so there were a series of cracks and a squadron of Auror's appeared around him, in their red battle robes. Upon seeing Harry they called "Ministry of Magic Auror's, drop your wand and lie flat on the ground with your hands behind your back."
In his disorientated state Harry did not hear them properly, and moved towards one of the Auror's. Seeing this the lead Auror immediately cried "Stupefy" and for the second time that day Harry's world went dark.
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Harry awoke slowly, and tried to move, but couldn't. With a start he realised that he was in the same courtroom he was tried for underage magic in, only this time the chains on the chair were actively binding him to it. He quickly looked around the courtroom for anyone he recognised, but saw no-one except Cornelius Fudge, who had a gleeful expression on his face.
"Court is now in session for Judgement." Fudge announced clearly. "Trial of one Harry James Potter on the counts of use of the Unforgivable curses and the Murder of Rubeus Hagrid and Hermione Granger. Cornelius Fudge presiding, Dolores Umbridge speaker for the prosecution. Lords and Ladies..."
"What are you talking about, I haven't killed anyone, I've never used an unforgivable in my life, why am I here, where is Dumbledore, Ron, any of my friends?" Harry screamed hysterically.
"Bailiff, silence the accused." Fudge ordered, and one of the Auror's behind Harry, who he had not noticed until this point pointed his wand at Harry and Silenced him.
"Thank you, now as I was saying, Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot you have heard the evidence, we have witnesses from the scene, most notable of which, Ronald Weasley and Madam Rosmerta identify the accused as the person who fired the Avada Kedavra's. We have the accused's wand found in his possession, which under Priori Incantatem showed repeated use of the Avada Kedavra curse, as well as a number of other Dark Curses. Finally we have the evidence from Professor Dumbledore, who put forward the theory that the residual effects from the possession of Mr Potter by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the Ministry Atrium last summer has turned Mr Potter to the Dark. With all this evidence before you how do you find the accused?"
There was the briefest of conversation amongst the members before Amelia Bones stood up and said "Guilty."
"Thank you my Lords and Ladies. As you know it is usual practise not to send any Wizard who is underage to Azkaban, however I feel and my advisors agree that an exception can be made in this case of such a flagrant disregard for our laws, and in the face of such a grave crime. I sentence Harry James Potter to five life sentences back to back in Azkaban, one for each use of the unforgivable, one for each murder, and the final one for the combined use of the other dark spells. There will be no chance of Parole. Bailiff take the prisoner to Azkaban immediately."
Harry was dragged backwards out of the courtroom and everyone could see him screaming, but because of the silencing spell no sound was coming out. Dumbledore stood by the exit to the courtroom, his eyes not having their customary twinkle. He sighed, turned to Harry and spoke to him "Words cannot describe how disappointed I am in you my boy, I hope that your time in Azkaban allows you to reflect on the decisions you have made, your parents and Sirius would be ashamed of you." With that he turned around and left the room. Harry was taken immediately to Azkaban and thrown in a cell.
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20th October 2000
"Minister we have received intelligence that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is planning a massive strike on Azkaban Prison, since he freed most of his imprisoned Death Eaters in the attack six years ago we believe that he plans to free Prisoner 11056."
It was with a weary sigh that Minister Dumbledore looked up, rubbing the brow of his nose to relieve some of the tension. The minister thought back wistfully to the years he spent as Headmaster of Hogwarts. He knew he would be able to return to his beloved school if they managed to win the war against Voldemort, but he knew that victory was nowhere on the immediate horizon, if indeed it would come at all. In the years since the fall of the Chosen One Voldemort had gained strength, attacking and killing at will. Voldemort had attacked the ministry again, but this time in force, killing most of the senior ministry figures. It was at this point that the wizarding world had begged Dumbledore to become minister. He accepted as he saw that if he had not the wizarding world would have fallen to Voldemort and all he had fought for would be lost. He had reluctantly accepted on the condition that he would return to Hogwarts at the end of the war. The wizarding world had accepted at once and for a while it looked as though the forces of darkness would be pushed back, with a few victories. However that hope was short lived and Voldemort had been gaining power ever since.
Dumbledore looked up into the face of Auror Ron Weasley and saw impassive eyes staring back. He knew however that those eyes were masking a great deal of anger and sadness. He knew this as he felt the same way at the betrayal of the Boy-Who-Lived four years ago. He picked up the file that Ron had placed on his desk:
Prisoner 11056.
Name: Harry James Potter
Location: Azkaban Island
Age on Incarceration: 16*
Current Age: 20
Crimes: Murder, Use of the Unforgivable Curses, Use of assorted other Dark Curses
Sentence: 5 life terms back to back with no chance of parole
Warden's Notes:
14th October 1996: Prisoner seems to be badly affected by the Dementors, however is still repeatedly claiming innocence to all charges.
17th October 1996: Prisoner no longer proclaims innocence, perhaps realising the inescapability of his fate.
18th October 1996: Given prisoner is underage his magical core has not settled, preventing accidental magic, because of this he has been emitting magical energy repelling the Dementors, and allowing his to retain coherent thought. Request put in for construction of magical dampening cells. Cells of this type were outlawed for use in prisons because of potential dangerous consequences of magical build-up if prisoners placed in them are released and have periods of emotional stress before the excess has dissipated. This is not an issue with Prisoner 11056 as he will not be released alive. Prisoner has not said a word since yesterday.
19th November 1996: Magical Dampening Cells completed, prisoner moved immediately upon completion of testing. Accidental magic discharge ceases upon the cell door being closed. Prisoner falls into the state of shock expected upon lack of contact with his magic. Prisoner remains silent.
13th October 1997: No Change, Prisoner remains in cell, still silent, Mental State unknown.
13th October 1998: No Change, Prisoner remains in cell, still silent, Mental State unknown.
13th October 1999: No Change, Prisoner remains in cell, still silent, Mental State unknown.
13th October 2000: No Change, Prisoner remains in cell, still silent, Mental State unknown.
*Minster of time agreed that despite his young age the prisoner's crimes deserved the harshest punishment available.
Dumbledore looked up with a sigh, the file gave him no clues as to Harry's mental state, although it was cruel a part of him wished that Harry had gone mad so that he would be no use to Voldemort in his conquest of the world. He had made a decision, the final decision he would make as Minister, for whichever way the next day went he would not be returning to the office, either through victory, or more likely through his death.
"Ron, assemble the Order of the Phoenix, make sure everyone is wearing their emergency medallions, if everything goes wrong I want you all to get out and go abroad, hopefully Voldemort will not spread there I our lifetimes. As for me, I shall assemble the available Ministry Aurors. Once everyone is here we shall go to Azkaban prison where we shall make our final stand, either we will perish or finally so will Voldemort."
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21st October 2000
Dumbledore shuddered as he stepped foot once more on Azkaban island. He felt a magical wave pass over him and knew that the ancient wards were still as functional as ever, no-one could apparate in or out of the island, and portkeys had to be created by the minister himself.
"Spread out, take defensive position and get ready, this is where the fate of our world will be decided, today is the day either evil will be defeated, or triumph for good, let us make it a day we can look back on in pride."
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Voldemort stalked forward in the main hall of Azkaban towards the kneeling remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the remaining Aurors, Dumbledore at their head. The battle had been long and hard but at last the forces of darkness had pushed the forces of light back, and after Voldemort gave the order a massive wave of stunner had capture all those who remained, so that they could witness Voldemort's final triumph. He had sent Malfoy senior and Pettigrew to fetch Potter from his cell, so that his old mentor could finally learn the truth.
Dumbledore brightened as Harry was brought into the room, because his startling green eyes were cold and dead. Dumbledore thought with satisfaction that at least that was one Death Eater that would be denied to Voldemort.
"Ah, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, a pity that you were weak, your godfather lasted thirteen years in this place retaining his mind, you barely lasted four."
Unseen to the Voldemort Harry's eyes had blazed with an internal fire at the mention of Sirius. Also unknown was the fact that at that very moment all of the pent up magic of four years of disuse was awakening, and starting to realise it was no longer dampened down.
"A shame you cannot realise what is about to happen to you, I would have liked you sane when I finally got to take my final vengeance for fourteen years as a shade."
"What do you mean, Potter is on your side, why would you want him dead?" Ron blurted out from the front of the group of Order members.
"Ah, you are mistaken Mr Weasley, Harry Potter was and always has been a soldier of the light, it was once of my faithful Death Eaters you saw that day, I knew that the ministry could not resist humiliating the Boy-Who-Lived, who embarrassed them so much. The petty vindictiveness of Fudge was so easy to manipulate into removing one of the greatest threats to me, until such a time as I wanted to deal with it."
At these words the Order and Dumbledore sagged in their bindings perhaps realising the magnitude of their mistake, not only losing their greatest hope of defeating You-Know-Who, but also condemning an innocent child to hell on earth.
"And now it is time for you all to die, and my reign to truly begin."
"Not today" a raspy voice came from the mouth of Harry Potter, a voice none of them thought they would hear again.
"Ah, Harry Potter, I am glad that reports on your sanity, or lack thereof were greatly exaggerated. Now I have the pleasure of you being aware of your death."
"Harry my dear boy, you must understand, you must forgive..." Dumbledore called out until he was interrupted
"Silence, I must understand nothing, you lost the right to speak to me the day you condemned me to this hellhole." Harry spat at Dumbledore, fury in his eyes. He turned to Voldemort "Now to you, you may not have thrown me in here, but it was by your design, I will make you pay for that." Harry's anger was rising, and his magic was responding. Harry was a powerful wizard in his own right, but four years without being able to use it had built it up to a level not seen since the Tunguska Event.
"Oh, and how do you plan on doing that Harry Potter, you have no wand, and you are my prisoner" Voldemort let out his high pitched eerie laugh.
Dumbledore gasped, seeing the signs that he had only read about in history books, that of a massive magical build-up, knowing the consequences if it went critical, Dumbledore called out "Fawkes Refuge." This phrase activated the portkeys embedded in each of the order members medallions, which transported them to Hogwarts.
Meanwhile in Azkaban Harry was starting to throw off bolts of pure magic as he walked slowly towards Voldemort, his Magic shimmering in an Aura all around him. The bolts of magic hit Malfoy Senior and Pettigrew, and the dissolved into magic themselves, with it joining the array around Harry.
For the first time in his life Voldemort felt true fear. He looked on, and came to the last decision he would ever make. He pointed his wand towards Harry and with every ounce of his magic that he could call up screamed "Avada Kedavra." The green light sped towards Harry, but before it made contact it hit the aura. This final spell was all that was needed to tip the scales. Harry's Magic went critical. It exploded outwards with the force and heat of a nuclear weapon. Everything in its path was vaporised instantly, all of the Death Eaters present died within seconds. When the wave hit Voldemort it visibly struggled, it was fighting the Dark Magic, of which there was a great deal, before it finally overcame it and Voldemort too died, in the same way as all of his less extraordinary followers. When the wave hit the ward line, it flared for a second and then blew straight through, destroying the protections that prevented muggles from seeing Azkaban. It flew out until it was nearly a mile from the centre of Azkaban and then it dissipated, flowing back into nature.
Harry had been at the centre of the explosion, but his magic had shielded him from it, he looked around in shock at what he had done, before collapsing over as unconsciousness took him.
A/N
Hi everyone, thanks for reading. This is my first attempt at fan fiction, so I would appreciate any constructive reviews. Flamers are less welcome. The idea of this story was to bring together all of my favourite Harry in Azkaban elements into one story. I don't know yet whether this will be turned into a full length story, life might get in the way. Anyway thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.