Harry Potter and Sanity's Requiem

Prologue

At the age of 16, a young woman is sent to Azkaban for the murders of Harry Potter and Severus Snape. But the thing is Harry Potter isn't dead, and neither is Severus Snape. Ten years after being imprisoned the girl, now woman, escapes –near insanity- and seeks vengeance. Not HBP compliant. HPxSSxOC

AN: I don't own Harry Potter; if I did I would be rich and not posting this story on here for you chumps (no offense meant). Alaina, and her insanity, are mine though (And so is the baby plot bunny)!

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"Guilty."

"NO!" She shrieked, though no one heard her. She had long since been placed under a silencing charm. The 'court' had grown tired of her cries and pleas. For in their eyes she had been sentenced before she even sat down.

"Alaina Marie Stone, you are hereby stripped of your wand and sentenced to life in Azkaban for the murders of Harold James Potter, Hogwarts' student and Severus Alexander Snape, Hogwarts' professor potions master."

Before she even had the chance to register the sentence her wand was snapped before her eyes, letting off a small shockwave of power and magic, unsettling many of those within the room –as if it were a sign of what was to come.

"NO!" Alaina wailed again as she was dragged away, bound in magical chains, by two auror guards of Azkaban.

The guards dragged her to the waiting floo. Alaina, broken by then, stood between them with her shoulders sagged and her head hanging low. The clouds, that had been hanging low and threatening rain, parted for a brief moment allowing the delicate young woman one last look at the sun.

The two guards roughly shoved the girl forward and all three flooed to machine of insanity, Azkaban.

Albus Dumbledore, who had been seated amongst those watching the trial, shook his head sadly –watching as the girl disappeared into the roaring green flames. Softly he whispered to no one, "Forgive me, dear girl, but for their safety, you must fall."

"Here girl, welcome to your new home." The guard roughly shoved Alaina into the small stone cell. The 6'x9' cell was covered in shadow. With a soft whimper Alaina stared at the cell door.

"Hello, what's this then?" The voice just behind Alaina caused her to whip around. "Are you my new roommate then?"

"Um…" Alaina nervously wrung her hands.

"Come now youngling, don't be shy, we are going to be living together after all." A tall, emaciated man with shaggy, tangled black hair to his shoulders stepped forwards some.

"Who are you?" Alaina asked the man, who, she could tell, had once in his life been very handsome –and could be again.

"Who?" He laughed harshly, causing Alaina to shudder. "More like what." The man smiled wickedly baring long sharp canine fangs.

Alaina lived and survived amongst the deeper levels of Azkaban. For the first two years she was guided and protected by Ramon, the vampire. In return she allowed him to feed from her.

Not only did Ramon protect her, he showed her wand less magic. As her skills grew she missed her wand, less and less. Her power expanded thousands of times passed what ever it could have been, had she remained with her wand.

Because his near constant feeding of her, Alaina gained some of his characteristics, though she was not a vampire. Her canines lengthened and sharpened. When her emotions ran high, her crystalline blue eyes turned a deep and burning crimson. But because emotion summoned dementors, like moths to a flame, she quickly learned how to keep her emotions at bay. Her fingernails grew thicker, and grew to a point –almost like claws.

She became sickly thin and her skin was covered in bodily waste and dirt. Her hair was tangled and as disgusting as her skin, though over the years it did grow to her waist.

Two years after her arrival, and the sudden demise of her guardian, the guards thought it best to leave her to her own cell. Alaina clung to the shadows and found it quite amusing to taunt and frighten the passing guards whenever she got the chance.

For eight years, after the death of her mentor, she schemed and planned an escape and revenge against those who had unfairly imprisoned her within the hellhole Azkaban.

Due to the fact that her sanity was slow slipping from her grasp, even with the knowledge of occulemency and her vampiric powers, each 'punishment' became more cruel and gruesome than the next.

Finally, ten years to the date of her imprisonment, Alaina got her chance at freedom. The wards around the prison failed, and Alaina slipped away unnoticed. With a wicked grin, the girl who had become a woman within the walls of a prison, made her way towards Hogwarts –the home of her first 'victim'.

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AN: Well, what do you think? Please review and tell me! This is my first Harry Potter fic and I hope it's a good one, please review and keep me on the right track!