Hello and welcome to Eternal Sonata. This will be my fourth fanfic on the site. For those of you know that I only have three published, there was an OC/Gabrielle Delacour fic that I deleted soon after beginning rescue. This story will be very different from my others. The protagonists of Rescue and Makai were fairly heroic and did the right thing willingly because it was the right thing to do. In this story you will be introduced to a reluctant and somewhat insane Harry. I hope you enjoy it. Now, on with the show.

Azkaban

Hidden away in the mists of the North Sea, there is a titanic structure, a prison, designed to house the most dangerous and insane criminals known to the magical world. In the dark corridors of this hellhole, inhuman custodians, Dementors, glide silently in front of equally silent cells. No inmate taunts his jailor, cries out or begs. Even if they were released from this prison they would not be free. The Dementors, using their ability to suck joy and life from their victims, had damned the inmates to the inescapable dungeons of their mind. Insanity was common if not the rule. Only one had ever ever defied it. Only one escaped both prisons, but he returned. He had been brought back with another prisoner to the halls of Azkaban. This one was a little different, this newcomer.

He had never stopped screaming.

-Two Year Ago, Wizengamot-

"Mr. Potter, you have been charged with aiding and abetting the known fugitive Sirius Black, service to the Dark Lord Voldemort, trespassing on Ministry Property, destruction of the same and the murder of ministry employees. How do you plead."

"Not guilty to all save the trespassing."

The judge nodded and spoke to loudly, "Let the record show that the accused has admitted to trespassing on Ministry property. Prosecution, call your fist witness."

"Thank you your honor," he said. The man was of middling height with a sort of greasy look to him. He had little hair and what he did have used in a poor attempt to hide his lack. He was obviously well off, sporting robes that put many of the Wizengamot themselves to shame. But what made Harry uneasy was just how confident he seemed.

"We would like to call Mr. Harry Potter to the sound."

Amid the shocked mutterings and stares, the poorly dressed and skinny teenager rose and self consciously made his way to the stand.

"Mr. Potter, is it true that you broke into the Department of Mysteries?"

"Yes sir, it is, but I-"

"Is it also true that you did the same to come to the aid one Sirius Black, a known murderer and fugitive? Your godfather, I believe."

"Yes, sir, but he didn't-"

"How did you come to know that this person was in need of your aid?" he asked with a cold grin. Harry began to feel sick. He knew exactly where this was going. He hadn't come for a trial. He was at a sentencing.

"I...received a vision, sir. I saw-"

"You know," he said, cutting off Harry as soon as he could, "I have heard many stories about you, my boy, but never that you were a seer. In fact I had heard that Divination wasn't your cup of tea."

The entire crowd chuckled with the notable exceptions of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore had not been allowed to preside over the case because of his personal attachment to the boy. It killed him to see this mockery of a trial.

"I-I'm n-not, sir. I got the vision from...somewhere else," he stammered out.

Turning towards his victim with visible glee he asked him with mock interest, "Well then, where did this vision come from?"

And there it was. This would be the final nail in the coffin.

"From Voldemort, sir. We are linked."

That was the end. The prosecution gave up the floor, but it was no good. The Ministry had provided Harry's lawyer. Somehow they had had Harry's guardianship transfer to Sirius and then confiscated his money and property because it would be an aid to a fugitive. Harry's lawyer was probably Fudge's lacky.

The verdict was unanimous.

Life in Azkaban prison.

-Present-

"Come on, Screamer, today's the big day." The leering voice of Azkaban's supervisor came through his door. "Today we get to see your godfather kissed. Oh, don't worry, love, you'll be right behind him. Dementor's get a little excited sometimes. No one will mind. Hell, I might just get bonus for it. Come on, up you go."

He didn't get a response. Nobody ever did. Screamer just screamed like he always did. It was never words, just a ghastly wail that never let up. For some reason he just wouldn't except that he'd lost. Nothing left to fight for. Well, in a little bit Screamer would stop screaming forever.

"Come on, mover your arse! I've not got all day."

With a little...gentle prodding with a billy club, the dirty figure staggered to his feet and out the door behind the warden. He didn't know what was going on. His mind was just a foggy haze of fragments of memories.

Cedric... Murderer... Death Eater... Sirius... Traitor

Ron... Voldemort... Bastard... Hermione...

Vermin..

He knew he was innocent. He knew that he didn't do what they said he did, but...that was it. He didn't know who he was anymore or what he was supposed to have done. They called him Screamer. That much he knew after two years. They had mentioned his godfather he thought, but that didn't mean anything. He hadn't seen anyone but Dementors and the warden since he arrived. He lost what identity he had soon enough. He could have let everything go. He thought that was what everyone else had done, but for some reason he remembered he was innocent. He fought them so hard for that. He fought with fiber of his being to remember his innocence, that this was unjust and that someday it would be set right. That was it. The struggle to keep that alive took everything he had. It tortured him. They tortured him for it. His mind constantly being ripped in too and the pain was unbearable.

So he screamed.

And now they wanted him to move and walk for the first time in years. He went along with it, but the screaming didn't stop.

"Here we are, kiddo. Time to have some fun."

They were standing in an open courtyard in the center of the complex. There was no sunlight because the prison was always surrounded by thick grey fog. In the middle of the area was a man tide to a pole with a gag in his mouth. He was covered in dirt and his hair easily covered his whole face. Screamer didn't recognize him.

"Well you get a nice treat. You get to see what the Kiss does to that poor bugger before they take a crack at yourself. I hope you enjoy it, cause it's the last thing you'll ever get to see."

Slowly, the black robed figures glided in from the entire facility, circling around the prisoner, entirely focused on him. It was a black maelstrom of soul-sucking destruction. In a sick kind of way it was beautiful to see the hundreds of black figures begin to fly in circles around the victim.

Then Screamer noticed it.

The pain.

It was gone. His mind wasn't being attacked by his jailors. He stunned by the lack of agony and for an instant he didn't know what to do. The haze lifted slightly and something was trying to slip through.

An image, too wavy to make out...

Wait...a...man. It was a man.

He looked familiar...like an old memory...

A name...what was his name? What...

S...Sir...Sirius! It was Sirius! His...his...his Godfather!

Hadn't the man said something...

His godfather was going to be Kissed.

Sirius was his his Godfather...so...

Sirius was being kissed...

Within this revelation, he felt a surge of joy and hope that he finally remembered something...and something noticed.

A lone Dementor broke off from the group, noticing the happy thoughts. It rushed over to Screamer, knocking the Warden to the floor and began sucking away what it could. Still in a frenzy from having been offered the total soul of Sirius Black, it did not hold back on this prisoner. He began devouring his thoughts and very soul. Then it hit something that it probably shouldn't have.

Magic is a powerful force subjugated by the will of magic users. There is a small instinctual part of the user that tells them how to make magic obey them instead of the other way around.

The Dementor destroyed it.

With all limits being destroyed, Harry's magic swelled and flew out in a rush in response to rage, anguish and terror he was feeling. It shout out through every cell of his body as he screamed out louder than he ever had before.

"SIRIUS!"

The black vortex of Dementors was surrounded by enough vortex; one of magic and power unlimited by human direction. It was acting on its own will to protect the source of the magic, Harry.

The Dementors began to fill up like balloons and exploding with magical power. While that was happening, Harry/Screamer was enveloped in a cocoon of blue light that soon shot out to Sirius to protect them. Searching through Harry's fragmented mind, they found a place of healing and safety.

And they were gone.

-Hogwarts Infirmary-

Madam Pomfrey was just finishing her summer inventory and heading back towards her nursing station when she felt rather than heard an explosion in the direction she was going. Her medical instincts kicking in, she ran towards the source of the explosion preparing her wand to hep out as she could. Just before she arrived, she was joined by an equally worried Albus Dumbledore.

She sighed in relief, "Albus! Thank Merlin, do you know what's going on?"

"No," he replied in that ever calm tone, "But I intend to find out."

As they reached the infirmary, they instantly noticed that large wooden door was hanging by one hinge. Just inside, they could see utter destruction with shredded and destroyed bits of everything under the sun strewn about.

Dumbledore got in first and his eyes widened in shock at what he saw.

"Poppy, I think we have some work to do."

Fearing the worst, Poppy ran in and stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the sight in front of her. Tears came to her eyes as she looked at Dumbledore.

"You bet we do, but I've never been happier to do it."

Sleeping in his usual bed, was Harry Potter, with his Godfather right beside him, holding the boy in a tight embrace.

Well here's the first chapter. I know it's short but I liked where it stopped. The next one will be longer. And be out sometime next week, most likely. Please drop a review and tell me what you think so far.