Chapter 1
"Harry James Potter you are found guilty of the murder of Cedric Diggory, your sentence will be life in Azkaban. Court dismissed." The blow of the hammer on the desk sealed Britain's fate the moment Fudge brought up this sham of a trial, but what was more disappointing was that Sirius Black was now free and walking.
Apparently, either the old man did it to rub salt in his wounds or he finally got his ass moving, Harry didn't bother to care.
He didn't care when they spat and cursed him.
He didn't care when his friends took all the credit for him saving others.
He didn't care that Remus and Sirius spat at him and told him that he should have died instead of his parents.
He didn't care of Lucius' taunts.
He didn't care that Dumbledore ransacked his vaults, paying the affronted all his parent's hard earned money.
He didn't care of his fellow Gryffindors, sneering and spitting on him.
He didn't care about the hours of people visiting him just to spit, scream, and curse his very existence.
He just felt nothing, the term hollow was a better term.
Others celebrated this day as the good of wizarding Britain taking down a potential dark lord, but soon they would be screaming and crying for his assistance and begging for him to return.
The only people who were not a part of this farce was Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Rebus Hagrid, and Mooney, Remus' better side.
(Fast-forwarding 1 1/2 Years)
Remus enters the wizarding prison, walking down the weary halls, knowing his destination and bites back a snarl at hearing the voice of the beast who turned him.
"Oy, pup. The mutt with no loyalty is back for another self-serving bitch rant so he can raise his little self-esteem that he needs to make himself feel better."
Harry barely lifts his head to wink at Grayback and then shuffle to his usual position of kneeling with both knees, his hands behind his back, tied and restrained, he didn't wear the standard wizard robe and it was full black leather suit that Hermione thought would restrain him, it was etched with every magic draining runes Dumbledore knew and had stitched into the suit, the magic dampers and suppose to make him weak but after one and half month they didn't work on him anymore.
He kept his magic enclosed around him, almost like a protective barrier and soon the sounds of footsteps stopped in front of his cell. Harry didn't flinch at the disappointed and disgusted glare of Remus trying burn holes into his head. Hell, Draco's hurts worse than his and he's his dad's fucking copy.
Remus opened his mouth and begun his usual beating of Harry with petty words, how his parents would be disgusted, how people actually celebrating his imprisonment, and how the Potter vaults are being put to good use in funding the order, but regardless, Harry wouldn't give him the satisfaction of any negative emotion from him.
Remus was about to go into another rant, but Harry for the first time during one of these meetings said, "Good fuck, Lupin, when you shut your trap? You're the same as Molly, Dumbledore this, Order that, I am a werewolf, fucking pity me please as I wear rags that aren't fit for a mutt. Go peddle your shit somewhere else." Harry replied, his eyes green as the killing curse
"You will get yours, Harry."
"Please don't say my name with that pathetic voice of yours. It makes me sick."
Remus turned red and was about to shout until a loud, belly-bodied laugh ran shudders down his spine and he spun around to face him, the creature who turned him when he was four into a monster.
"You..."
"Aw~, have you missed me, pup?"
"I see you associate with filth, Harry. How far you've fallen."
"Don't play games if you suck cock at them, Remus. We both know deep down you like it." Harry said to his white face.
"You have no idea about anything, Harry."
"Oh, I think I do. How Mooney gets whenever Grayback is around, how you love nothing more than to bend down and let him fuck you like the bitch that you are?"
"Shut. Up."
"That you imagine howling to the white moon as he fills your ass and drool and pant, thinking why have you waited so long for this, denying your instinct as one with the moon."
"NO! I am not a monster like you or Grayback! I am a wizard! You are a disgrace to the two people actually cared about me."
"And you betrayed them by not being there for me for the past 13 years. You followed Dumbledore to the letter like a good little dog. Why? Does he let you suck him off, knowing that you owe him so much, but will never be able to repay it? Is that it?"
"You little shit!"
"Maybe you are. Remus, but everyone knows this, you are pathetic." Harry said to the air, barely in front of Remus.
Remus wrapped his hand around Harry's throat, choking him, but Harry didn't look troubled in the slightest and Harry choked out, "'Now Mooney, I am sure you know the pathetic man is doing, help out your cub."
"You don't deserve to utter that name!" Remus snarled, his tightening around Harry's neck, however, his hands suddenly released Harry who fell back to the ground and waited for the show to happen.
Remus was fighting for control of his wolf, who when finally releasing his hands from his temples, his eyes were amber as he moved back to Harry's cell with a whine as he lifted a hand to brush a sliver of Harry's messy black hair away from his eyes only for it to fall back in place.
"Mooney."
A simple nod was his reply and rested his forehead against Harry's, happy and content that his pup was safe and made conversation with him until a sharp pain in his head caused him to whine.
"The sorry excuse of a man is trying to take back control?"
Another whine and nod were his replies.
"You need to leave Mooney, he will call attention to both of us if he starts questioning, and I don't want you to suffer any more than you have to. I promise I will find a way for you to be with your moon-shined destined one."
Mooney nuzzled against Harry for a moment longer and bowed to Grayback who responded with a nod of his head, causing a wave of emotion to flush through the werewolf and so he quickly left towards the boat and when the boat finally arrived at the coast of Britain, Mooney gave Remus back control.
"Dammit!" He snarled, before using a portkey to arrive at Grimmauld Place No. 12.
Back at Azkaban, Harry leaned against the wall he was pressed up against.
"Cub?"
"Don't worry, Gray. He is weak, he couldn't kill me, he can't and neither can Dumbledore or his cronies because he needs me alive for Voldemort."
"I see...The scar...?"
"He got the point of not trying to fuck with me, he doesn't like his own curse turned back on him and made it ten times worse, apparently he can dish out pain, but can't take it."
"When...?"
Harry replied with a raspy chuckle that gave Grayback all the information he needed to know. He could feel the tension in the air, how the waters surrounding the prison wasn't as loud as before and how the guards rarely came to this floor unless they had to. The change was all because of the leather-bounded boy he called his cub and he was planning on something that shatter history and Grayback has a front row seat.
Harry kept his smile up well into the dark night, as he thought back to his time here in the prison, he never felt something so restraining yet so fulfilling at the same time. Voldemort has been running plans and has been irritable as of late and hasn't pondered the thought of torturing Potter through their mind link. It had worked at first and had been an entertaining time for him to whittle apart his rival's sanity piece by piece.
However, after a month and a half of this treatment, Harry had stopped responding, almost to the likeness that he was torturing a wall. Which enraged Voldemort to no end, he knew Potter was not dead as they had monitors keeping an eye on him, so he was still alive. After a week of no response, he got fed up with it so he summoned a hate-filled shocking curse that would bring untold amounts of pain.
When spell was making it through his connection, Harry opened it as wide a possible for the shock to first go to his brain, but most importantly his scar which caused a burst of black gunk to spew from Harry's forehead, then disappear into screaming black smoke and Harry directed the remaining part of the spell and thrust it back to Voldemort with as much hate and disgust he could which shocked Voldemort so bad, he now loses control of his bowels at random intervals, leaving Voldemort to not torture him with spells through mental connection, but he would soon realize his connection with him was now gone forever.
Harry enjoyed the new freedom not having the ugly bastard in his head, taunting him about his ex-friends betrayals along with Sirius and Remus. Regardless, the scar absorbed his knowledge, after all, that and his blood. His blood was now tainted, running fully through his veins along with Basilisk venom, as it has been in his system for so long the foul atmosphere made him keep his sanity all with prolonged dementor exposure, the venom in his veins continued to change him, his way of thinking and his reactions, the phoenix tears in his blood was the only thing holding him back and during the last stretch of his change. The phoenix was the only one in the way.
Harry laying on the floor and shed one tear before he finally fell, whispering to the sky, "I am sorry Fawkes, but I need to do this. Live your life the way you want it and thank you for everything." He focused his magic internally and a purging spell and purged himself of the tears of Fawkes, breaking their connection as the venom went to work on his body, shifting it to a better form.
As Harry was changing, he glanced beside him and the tears of Fawkes formed a mist-like state. "Be a good boy, Fawkes. Go back to him, I'm sorry it has to be this way." Harry said to the construct.
Fawkes couldn't trill but he pressed his head against Harry's and then took off through the bars and left the prison and sang a tune that reached Harry, that brought him comfort even now before Harry was pulled under a blanket of unconsciousness. After his transformation, he knew he changed, with the murky puddle in his cell he was able to see his changes.
His skin tone was no longer an olive tint but pale, his hair was longer and not messy as before, his eyes the same green as the killing curse, shone brightly and his teeth was now sharpened to a point, making a shark-like smirk but found he had a strange taste in his mouth and he spat it out on the floor and then the slight sound of hissing as his venom ate away at the floor, made him smirk.
'Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.'
Planning takes awhile, after all, and soon Harry would escape and tear apart all those who stabbed him in the back, however, with traitors there are allies, especially for someone with a name like Potter.
And nobody crosses a Potter and got away unscathed, he has to live up to his family legacy after all.
He could barely wait for the reaction Britain will have over him along with Voldemort, knowing that he was right and that Fudge and Dumbledore made such a massive fuck up. He will just watch as they kill each other and not raise a single hand to help them as they die humiliating deaths as they watch his disappearing back fade into the mist. as they have to answer to his parents, the one question they don't want to answer. Why?
Today was the day many people in Britain sneezed all at once and became extremely paranoid, while those who committed no wrongs against the boy suddenly found themselves very anxious for some reason, like a change in the wind and they all kept looking towards the direction where Azkaban is with a curious gaze as if their magic is pointing them to the direction of something big was about to happen.
I'm Alive! I am Alive! I'm sorry for making you all wait for so long, but midterms had to be done and I can't write and study at the same time, doesn't work for me. I had to make a Harry Potter imprisoned story, it had to happen. Hopefully, this will cheer you up, if not too bad, I will be updating all most of my stories by the time my midterm is over anyways. Later!
~Kourtney Uzu Yato
