Summary:
Azkaban; It can break the toughest of men, the strongest of heroes.
Rebuilding a new life is tough, especially when the bricks of your sanctuary are falling.
(A Harry-in-Azkaban twist with a couple of twists. May be HP/GW towards the end… I'll see what I feel like…)
Author's Note: Contrary to popular belief, I have not forgotten about some of my other stories, I've just put quite a few of them on a temporary Hiatus because of a rather severe case of writer's block… I'll try to update them as soon as I can but don't hold your breath…
Disclaimer: I honestly haven't the faintest clue why we still have to do these… everyone knows we aren't J.K. Rowling here… not nearly as brilliant… we're just overly obsessive fans… No need to rub it in (grumbles)
Cold… Dread… Fear… Pain…
These things came naturally for the prisoners of Azkaban.
Screams… Insanity… Tears…
The few sounds you can hear in Azkaban.
This place, usually reserved for the miscreants of society, those who caused humankind alarm by merely existing, now held a prisoner so very unlike every other. These walls which excluded humanity itself, now held a seventeen-year-old Harry Potter. This prisoner was not like any other, not only the fact that he was very powerful, Dementors seeming to not affect him, but the single fact that he alone in this dreadful place was innocent of the crimes charged of him. And he alone was going to prove to the rest of the world that he was the innocent one.
Sitting up, a new gleam to his brilliant emerald green eyes, Harry Potter pointed to the door and whispered the words that would forever haunt his dreams.
"Solvo Mihi"
(Back at Hogwarts)
It was dinnertime in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Wizardry, the unsuspecting residents laughing and happily chatting, stuffing their faces with mouth-watering food.
Two people in particular, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were laughing and joking around until Ron suddenly stuffed his face with so much food that when Hermione tried to talk to him he ended up spraying it all over her.
"Oh honestly Ron!" replied an exasperated Hermione, turning around to roll her eyes at Ron with her other best friend Harry; that is until she remembered.
Her face suddenly turning cold, she lost appetite in her food.
"I'm going to the dorms," she stated shortly before getting up to walk to the doors.
Her progress to the doors was efficiently stopped however when a thundering boom echoed throughout the castle, effectively shaking the whole building.
After a couple of screams, the residents of Hogwarts were deathly still, trying to hear any other noises. And then, they heard it; an army-load of footfalls were coming closer, the yells and laughing of their owners giving everyone an impending sense of doom.
As precious few remembered to arm themselves with their wands, the doors of the great hall came crashing open, revealing a whole army of figures in black robes, white masks covering their faces and all their wands pointing into the hall.
The Death-Eaters were here and the war was only beginning.
A/N: Yes I do realise that was purely evil to leave it there but hey, it sounded good!
(grin)
And sorry if this chapter moved a bit fast, I was impatient to get that bit of it out of the way so I can write the other chapters!
The words Harry said were translated to mean 'Release Me'…
You'll find out why they'll haunt his dreams later…
Anyway, please review… the feedback is really helpful and if you want to see anything particular happening, let me know in your review and I'll try to incorporate it in.
Don't worry, I have plans for this story; it won't be like those other Harry-In-Azkaban fics…!
So Anyway, now that you've read (crosses fingers) please review!