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Chapter 1

The Auror twirled his wand as he walked down the dark and cold hallway of Azkaban Wizarding Prison. His shift was finally over and it was time for the night crew to take over, he however would be going home to his family many miles away. As he walked by one of the dank cells he heard a raspy singsong voice

"Pretty lights are gone gone gone....." there was a little snicker, "why'd they have to go? The night is falling, your wife is calling you home home home..."

The Auror rapped on the bars with his wand, "Silence you little-" He was cut off when a thin white hand shot out and grasped the wand in a tight grip. Bright green eyes peered out at him with a cold glint from the darkness. The Auror yanked on his wand, more than a little unnerved by the eyes watching him and it came free easily from the emaciated prisoners hand. The eyes looked down at the hand as it flexed as if new.

"So much is taken for granted..." the soft whisper sounded sinister to the mans ears. "until it is taken away." The Auror was pinned by the intense gaze again. "Have you anything to miss? To yearn for when its all gone? Is it already too late?" Boney fingers pointed at the man as the eyes looked away, "Beware those who disappear when you look away, they may cost you your daughter."

Harry curled up in his familiar corner as the Auror hurried away to his family. His talent at Legillimency had served as an amusing hobby during his stay here these past few years. How many it's been he couldn't recall anymore. He cradled his hand in his lap, savouring the residual feeling of magic lingering on them. It was almost like a drug, the magic that is. Constantly wishing for more, doing anything for one more time, one more chance to feel that rush of magic through his body.

"One, one more..." Harry groaned and he curled up in his tattered prison clothes. Another cold chill passed through his body and Harry heard the whispers of long gone memories. He groaned again and held his head, this darkness calling for his mind was never pleasant. As the Dementors glided by to more fresh victims, Harry struggled to remain conscious. The screams blurred and the flashes of light were lost to him.

Men in black robes filtered into the hallway, firing off spells that blew the bars of the cells off the walls. The white skull masks flashed different colours as they removed the prisoners from captivity. One Death Eater stopped outside the fallen heros cell. Removing the bars, he went up to the crumpled figure convulsing on the floor. A hand grabbed the matted black hair and tilted it up, the other hand grabbing a vial from the mans robe. The metallic blue liquid inside sparkled as it was uncorked and put to the young convicts lips.

"Drink." the voice hissed, pushing the vial more insistantly towards Harry.

Unable to understand much beyond simple commands, Harry did. It went down slowly, like a venemous slug oozing its way along. It was almost completely done when another Death Eater rushed in and grabbed hold of the other, yanking him away and causing the vial to drop to the floor with a few drops left.

The first Death Eater jerked his robe out of the others' grasp. "What are you doing? You dolt!" he hissed. He hurried back into the cell and looked for the vial. He picked it up and inspected it in a lumos light, the remaining drops splattered on the floor, unnoticed. Satisfied that it was empty, the Death Eater left, dragging the other with him.

Harry turned onto his side, choking on the liquid and spitting up a bit. Pain raked through his body and Harry was afraid his arm was being sawed off with a spoon. Enternitys later Harry fell unconscious.