A/N: This is my first time writing a story/fanfic whatevs. Apologies for the spelling and grammar errors (I suck at them and it didn't help the fact that english isn't my mother tongue or that I'm always either zoned out or doodling during my english class...).
Chapter One: Azkaban
Harry James Potter sat in his dreary Azkaban cell thinking.
He still couldn't believe that his so-called friends would betray him.
Everyone did exept Luna, Neville and the Weasley twins.
Those others who are always with him no matter what are already dead.
Like Remus and Sirius.
Well... maybe he did expect something like that from Ron.
He was too much of a jealous git.
But he never expected it from everyone else. He never expected that Hermione, who he considered to be like a sister, was merely being payed to be his friend.
Molly, the closest person to a mother that he ever had was stealing from his vault.
And Ginny, who he thought he loved was actually drugging him with love potions hoping that he would impregnate her so she could claim the title of Lady Potter and steal his gold.
They disgust him.
But, what disgusted and angered him the most was that Dumbledore was the mastermind to it all.
The old coot manipulated him his whole life and he, the oblivious, naive, idiotic person that he was, didn't even realized it.
They all want his fame. His money. And he unknowingly gave it to them.
The old goat visits him each year on his birthday, bluffing from how he put anger,hate and disgust wards around his muggle relatives making them hate him. To guilting him for causing his godfather's and millions of other people's deaths. And saying that he was nothing but a mindless puppet, a tool to him and telling him that every suffering and hardships that he had to go through were all caused by him.
His parents getting killed.
Sirius getting incarcerated.
Snape being a greasy git.
It was all because of Dumbassdore.
Harry should probably thank Dumbles pride though. The coot's ego seem to hold no bounds. And it was the only thing that enunciates how many years have passed.
It has been 6 years since he won the war.
6 years since he killed Voldemort.
6 years since his friends betrayal.
6 years since he was thrown by them into Azkaban without a trial.
6 years since he lost everything.
Simply because he was at their words 'too powerful and they didn't want another Dark lord to wreak havoc and spread panic to their peaceful lives.'
The public immediately believed them after they made up a speech full of lies about him going dark years ago but he still remembered it like it only happened yesterday.
*flashback*"We had been concerned about Harry since his first year" said Molly faking sadness. "Ron said he has been spreading rumors about his poor muggle relatives abusing him. I thought that Ron was only joking. When my sons Ron, Fred and George went to get him to the Burrow the summer before their second year. I have finally gotten to meet young Harry. Harry was such a dear. He was so polite! But too thin. So, I did what every mother do to a malnourished child. I tried to fatten him up. My twins said that those muggles were not feeding the poor child. I tried to got Harry to eat more. But as a mother to seven wonderful children, you could say that you could sense if there is something wrong with one. I went to investigate his muggle relatives. Why, they were a nice sort of family. I even had tea with his aunt. Apparently, his aunt was concerned about him. She said that she often caught him not eating then walking around the neighbourhood telling others that they starved him. She said that thankfully none of the neighbours fully believed him or her family reputation would be ruined and no one would become friends with her son. I, of course was curious on why their neighbours wouldn't believe the child. His aunt told me that her nephew had always been a strange troubled child that doctors say have a slight psycological problem. Some of the children reported of him bullying them. But none of the people that they told would believe them because Harry would put on an innocent façade. We chatted some more over tea until I left. When I reached the Burrow, I was given some time to think of the information that I gathered. I didn't want to believe it, but it seems that the boy-who-lived isn't exactly who we thought him to be." Molly dramatically finished with an obviously fake sad disapointed expression on her face but people seemed to believe her.Ron was next to speak. "I saw him collecting dark artefacts and practising dark spells" He stated bluntly."I sometimes caught him reading books about the dark arts deep within the library."stated Granger. "He was always hiding at the back so he wouldn't get noticed by Madam Pince. I didn't tell anyone about it at first. I thought. Hoped. That Harry was merely reading it so he would be able to find out the counter spell of anything and everything that Voldemort casts. But, each day he seem to be delving deeper to it. I regretted not telling Headmaster Dumbledore immediately. It was all my fault. Now, its already too late. If I've known I would have-I should have-I-I" Hermione faked colapsed sobbing.*end of flashback*
'The b*tch.' Harry thought.
A few brave people that tried to go gainst them were quickly sent to Azkaban. Mysteriously, none of them seem to be able to survive the night.
Luna and Neville also tried and gained quite a few supporters but they were quickly sent into St. Mungo's crazy ward with Hermione stating that they lost their minds during the incredibly traumatic memories and experiences of fighting against 'You-Know-Who'.
It gave Harry a short laugh that even after all these years she still couldn't say Voldemort's name.
Fred and George on the other hand, or Gred and Forge as they prefer, are suffering the same fate as Barty Crouch Jr. They are always kept under the imperious by their oh-so-"wonderful" 'family'.
Harry wished he could go back through time and correct his past mistakes.
He wished he hadn't viewed the world as black and white.
That dark is always bad and light as always good.
He wished he hadn't convinced the sorting hat to sort him to Gryffindor only because his first ever "friend" told him that all Slytherins were evil.
He wished that he wasn't so simple-minded. So foolish. So eager to please.
He certainly regretted not shaking Malfoy's hand back at Madam Malkins where he first met him.
Hell, he even regret killing Lord bloody Voldemort!
Harry wanted to get back at them.
To punish them of the crimes they have committed and families that they have destroyed just so they could gain a lot more. After all it was only fair.
Harry wanted revenge.
With that last thought, his cell exploded with a bright light.
When the Aurors reached his cell, they found it destroyed and a mess.
And Harry Potter has never to be seen again since then.
A/N: What do you think? Should Harry be single or not? I'm not quite sure about pairings yet. I'm not so much into romance or any lovey-dovey stuff actually...but I'll try my best. I guess there's a first time in everything!
