Here is my second attempt.
Firstly - thanks to all of you who I didn't thank in the final messages.
namely Jojo, melinda (I didn't like how it was going that's mostly why I rewrote it), heretic angel, and especially Sarah,
also, - Princess Lena aka Lady Kittuna- I'm really sorry, I'm glad you loved it, and I hope you remember it, I'm rewriting it way differently, but maybe I'll repost that version slightly done up later on. Sorry about all this but I couldn't write it anymore, it was cramping my style a bit. Thanks lots. Hope you read anyway, he's not really dark, just a little jaded.
There is a little confusion about something:
Mr -i've got none- (which actually sounds rather gross) okay, then, get *this* straight. You may be slightly confused but as far as I know (and I have checked) this is in BooksHarry Potter under Char1: Harry Char2: Ron, Romance/Angst (I may get rid of the romance later on, 'cause I don't want to turn this into a major romance). Now, I don't know what you're calling a Harry/Draco section, if it's Harry Potter, that's just dumb, because that's as far as it goes with a possibility of Draco turning up in the results. Get your facts right before you review on an 'eyeball burning fic which is in the wrong section'. Please don't review again.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. (And from some of the scathing reviews I've gotten earlier, I might not want to own the plot either :) ...)
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Re-written chapter 1 - Of Heart and Soul
He could still remember the day he had been brought to this God forsaken place, in a potions lesson, how strangely appropriate.
Snape was stalking around the class like an overgrown bat yet again, berating the class on their poor efforts.
"Longbottom! Your potion is supposed to be blue, not orange." He sneered at Neville's sickly orange coloured potion. Poor Neville, he was always the one who was on the receiving end of Professor Snape's berating, besides him of course. Hermione was mouthing the ingredient to add next in order for the potion to revert to its desired state. Harry sighed, life never changed. Now in his fifth year potions was still the same as it was in first, except nothing of particular note had happened yet and Harry was extremely relieved, his life was almost normal.
"Potter, stop day-dreaming and get on with it!" Snape had noticed Harry's state of mind.
Harry could see Ron's face as Pansy was flirting with Draco who was sitting to the left of him. Ron had, unfortunately, landed a partner with Pansy. Snape had changed the seating this year, Ron with Pansy, Hermione with Goyle, Draco with Seamus, Neville with Crabbe and lastly Harry himself with Dean. Thankfully he hadn't been paired with Draco, Pansy or someone of equal horridness.
Suddenly the door to the potions room slammed open, Harry was half expecting Vodemort or Death-Eaters. But to everyone's surprise four Aurors rushed in along with Fudge. The Minister brushed himself off, turned to Snape and uttered a sentence that would change Harry's life forever.
"Harry Potter is under arrest, charged with the murder of Cedric Diggory and disturbing the peace, the sentence is a life-time in Azkaban."
Harry just sat there stunned. The rest of the class was also stunned but soon dissolved into un-hushed whispers. Ron and Hermione stood frozen with confused looks on their faces.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry then caught hold of reality; the Aurors pulled his hands behind his back. Harry struggled against them in a futile attempt to run. But on a second thought where would he run from this. By tomorrow it would be all over the papers.
He heard Ron and Hermione shouting out something but he couldn't understand it. Then the Aurors apperated, they were in Azkaban, he could feel it.
"Don't I get a trial?" He asked as they dragged him through the wretched hallway.
"We don't need one." The Aurors voice was cold.
"I didn't do it." Harry uttered to himself softly.
***
14 years later...
***
The cell for prisoner 3364 was just like any other cell, gray and old. In Azkaban you were called by your number, so you almost forgot your own name, there was just that number. Harry Potter was prisoner 3364. His once bright, radiant green eyes were dull and absent. 3364 hadn't been given the kiss; he just simply wasn't there. On his wall was written, 'God will give me justice'. This lost man had written it a long time ago and he no longer believed it was possible. He no longer believed anything. Harry Potter, world savior, hated the world.
Today was just another day of nothingness, pure hell. Then something happened, something so strange it was to turn 3364's life a new twist.
The doors to the hallway clanged open and eight people walked in. The dementors were removed from the room. They ignored the cries of desperation from the other prisoners and eventually stopped in front of cell 3364, the cell of the famous Harry Potter.
His godfather stood, along with the well known headmaster of Hogwarts, the current minister of magic, Arthur Weasley, his wife, Molly Weasley, the werewolf, Remus Lupin and two people who had once known the boy-who-lived very well, but as well as they'd know him, as much as they claimed to love him, betrayal can't lie. He looked up at them, indifference in his eyes and posture. They were here to take him out, he knew, they finally knew the real story and they were here to amend themselves. But sins of these proportions could not be forgiven quite as easily as they imagined.
As they opened the cell door, Harry stood. "Free now am I?" He said coldly, his voice harsh and unused.
They looked at him sorrowfully, and it disgusted the man to see a bit of confusion in their stares.
"Harry, we're sorry, please believe us."
"Believe what? That you betrayed me? I'm allowed to leave now, it really makes no difference whether I see you again, but if I do, don't believe I won't kill you without a second thought." He brushed past them, not acknowleging the devestated look on his godfather's face, Remus had a comforting but firm hand on Sirius' shoulder and he caught Harry's eye as the other man walked past. He gave a nod, not trying to prevent him from leaving, even understanding why. Maybe it was because he had gone through the same sorrow with Sirius and knew that they could not find redemption for their abandonment through the one they abandoned. Maybe he just knew.
Ron yelled after him, even ran after him and grabbed his arm, desperately babbling something Harry didn't care to listen to. Hermione was in tears, held by Mrs Weasley, who was shocked. Arthur didn't seem surprised, although he wasn't completely to blame. He had a seed of belief in Harry all along, as soon as he was minister he'd pardoned Harry using ten of the greatest wizarding lawyers.
But that didn't mean he expected him to be okay after his stay in Azkaban, and he certainly wasn't, Harry had lost more than a little of his sanity and all of his innocence. If one thing still resounded clearly in his mind it was 3364, and he knew that it wasn't a message of happiness, that, it was a reminder of betrayal. That was what everything was about.
They believed that Harry had betrayed them by lying and killing Cedric. They were wrong. Harry believed they had betrayed him by not believing him and shoving him here and then expecting him to straight out forgive them because they were sorry. The world didn't work that way and they all knew it.
***
As soon as Harry had found his way out of the hell called Azkaban he collapsed in relief. His body was exhausted. The little sleep he ever got was plagued by nightmares and visions. The worst part was that not many of those nightmares were just that, nightmares, most of them were real. Visions, phrophetic dreams he'd once heard them called.
He was no prophet but that didn't mean he couldn't see Voldemort do all his acts of destruction and blood. It didn't mean he wasn't capable of doing such acts himself. Murdering people really wasn't that far off of a notion when you'd seen it done so many times. He could file away hundreds of different ways to kill people, Muggle and wizard ways. And he could perform any of them without a thought, that's what made it so bloody hard.
He hated the world for turning on him, but most of all he hated his friends and family for not believing him. Not trusting him. And the problem was, as much as he hated them, he loved them. The two did sit together after all. You have to be able to hate someone to love them. And oh, how he hated them. Ron, he couldn't live without, his wheezy. Such a strange thing to call such a person. Wheezy. Like asthma. But asthma could kill you. How ironic.
Harry could look at himself and say in all honesty that he was bitter. Bitter, jaded, and utterly disgusted in mankind. He may love them but he never wanted to see them again. It was decided. He was leaving. Would he come back? No. He wouldn't go back, even if he had to die to stay away. Harry stood up, using one of the pillars to help him.
From the outside Azkaban was indeed a beautiful place. White. What a ridiculous colour choice. He turned away from the building in which he'd spent half his life. The sea air met him in greeting. He couldn't disapparate. They'd snapped his wand. Even if they hadn't he wouldn't have had the energy. There was only one way to do this then. He smiled at the waves. It turned out as a grimace but that was to be expected.
"So, we meet again, world." He talked to no one and everyone at the same time. He lowered himself into the boat the group had evidently brought themselves here in.
Harry picked up an oar. They would use a row boat, muggles were much more innovative. "I'd better get started then."
End chapter 1.
God, I hope I get no negative reviews next time. I'm truly sorry to Princess Lena aka Lady Kittuna and the others, but I'll repost the old version another time. Thanks, please review.
Firstly - thanks to all of you who I didn't thank in the final messages.
namely Jojo, melinda (I didn't like how it was going that's mostly why I rewrote it), heretic angel, and especially Sarah,
also, - Princess Lena aka Lady Kittuna- I'm really sorry, I'm glad you loved it, and I hope you remember it, I'm rewriting it way differently, but maybe I'll repost that version slightly done up later on. Sorry about all this but I couldn't write it anymore, it was cramping my style a bit. Thanks lots. Hope you read anyway, he's not really dark, just a little jaded.
There is a little confusion about something:
Mr -i've got none- (which actually sounds rather gross) okay, then, get *this* straight. You may be slightly confused but as far as I know (and I have checked) this is in BooksHarry Potter under Char1: Harry Char2: Ron, Romance/Angst (I may get rid of the romance later on, 'cause I don't want to turn this into a major romance). Now, I don't know what you're calling a Harry/Draco section, if it's Harry Potter, that's just dumb, because that's as far as it goes with a possibility of Draco turning up in the results. Get your facts right before you review on an 'eyeball burning fic which is in the wrong section'. Please don't review again.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. (And from some of the scathing reviews I've gotten earlier, I might not want to own the plot either :) ...)
________________________________________________________________________
Re-written chapter 1 - Of Heart and Soul
He could still remember the day he had been brought to this God forsaken place, in a potions lesson, how strangely appropriate.
Snape was stalking around the class like an overgrown bat yet again, berating the class on their poor efforts.
"Longbottom! Your potion is supposed to be blue, not orange." He sneered at Neville's sickly orange coloured potion. Poor Neville, he was always the one who was on the receiving end of Professor Snape's berating, besides him of course. Hermione was mouthing the ingredient to add next in order for the potion to revert to its desired state. Harry sighed, life never changed. Now in his fifth year potions was still the same as it was in first, except nothing of particular note had happened yet and Harry was extremely relieved, his life was almost normal.
"Potter, stop day-dreaming and get on with it!" Snape had noticed Harry's state of mind.
Harry could see Ron's face as Pansy was flirting with Draco who was sitting to the left of him. Ron had, unfortunately, landed a partner with Pansy. Snape had changed the seating this year, Ron with Pansy, Hermione with Goyle, Draco with Seamus, Neville with Crabbe and lastly Harry himself with Dean. Thankfully he hadn't been paired with Draco, Pansy or someone of equal horridness.
Suddenly the door to the potions room slammed open, Harry was half expecting Vodemort or Death-Eaters. But to everyone's surprise four Aurors rushed in along with Fudge. The Minister brushed himself off, turned to Snape and uttered a sentence that would change Harry's life forever.
"Harry Potter is under arrest, charged with the murder of Cedric Diggory and disturbing the peace, the sentence is a life-time in Azkaban."
Harry just sat there stunned. The rest of the class was also stunned but soon dissolved into un-hushed whispers. Ron and Hermione stood frozen with confused looks on their faces.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry then caught hold of reality; the Aurors pulled his hands behind his back. Harry struggled against them in a futile attempt to run. But on a second thought where would he run from this. By tomorrow it would be all over the papers.
He heard Ron and Hermione shouting out something but he couldn't understand it. Then the Aurors apperated, they were in Azkaban, he could feel it.
"Don't I get a trial?" He asked as they dragged him through the wretched hallway.
"We don't need one." The Aurors voice was cold.
"I didn't do it." Harry uttered to himself softly.
***
14 years later...
***
The cell for prisoner 3364 was just like any other cell, gray and old. In Azkaban you were called by your number, so you almost forgot your own name, there was just that number. Harry Potter was prisoner 3364. His once bright, radiant green eyes were dull and absent. 3364 hadn't been given the kiss; he just simply wasn't there. On his wall was written, 'God will give me justice'. This lost man had written it a long time ago and he no longer believed it was possible. He no longer believed anything. Harry Potter, world savior, hated the world.
Today was just another day of nothingness, pure hell. Then something happened, something so strange it was to turn 3364's life a new twist.
The doors to the hallway clanged open and eight people walked in. The dementors were removed from the room. They ignored the cries of desperation from the other prisoners and eventually stopped in front of cell 3364, the cell of the famous Harry Potter.
His godfather stood, along with the well known headmaster of Hogwarts, the current minister of magic, Arthur Weasley, his wife, Molly Weasley, the werewolf, Remus Lupin and two people who had once known the boy-who-lived very well, but as well as they'd know him, as much as they claimed to love him, betrayal can't lie. He looked up at them, indifference in his eyes and posture. They were here to take him out, he knew, they finally knew the real story and they were here to amend themselves. But sins of these proportions could not be forgiven quite as easily as they imagined.
As they opened the cell door, Harry stood. "Free now am I?" He said coldly, his voice harsh and unused.
They looked at him sorrowfully, and it disgusted the man to see a bit of confusion in their stares.
"Harry, we're sorry, please believe us."
"Believe what? That you betrayed me? I'm allowed to leave now, it really makes no difference whether I see you again, but if I do, don't believe I won't kill you without a second thought." He brushed past them, not acknowleging the devestated look on his godfather's face, Remus had a comforting but firm hand on Sirius' shoulder and he caught Harry's eye as the other man walked past. He gave a nod, not trying to prevent him from leaving, even understanding why. Maybe it was because he had gone through the same sorrow with Sirius and knew that they could not find redemption for their abandonment through the one they abandoned. Maybe he just knew.
Ron yelled after him, even ran after him and grabbed his arm, desperately babbling something Harry didn't care to listen to. Hermione was in tears, held by Mrs Weasley, who was shocked. Arthur didn't seem surprised, although he wasn't completely to blame. He had a seed of belief in Harry all along, as soon as he was minister he'd pardoned Harry using ten of the greatest wizarding lawyers.
But that didn't mean he expected him to be okay after his stay in Azkaban, and he certainly wasn't, Harry had lost more than a little of his sanity and all of his innocence. If one thing still resounded clearly in his mind it was 3364, and he knew that it wasn't a message of happiness, that, it was a reminder of betrayal. That was what everything was about.
They believed that Harry had betrayed them by lying and killing Cedric. They were wrong. Harry believed they had betrayed him by not believing him and shoving him here and then expecting him to straight out forgive them because they were sorry. The world didn't work that way and they all knew it.
***
As soon as Harry had found his way out of the hell called Azkaban he collapsed in relief. His body was exhausted. The little sleep he ever got was plagued by nightmares and visions. The worst part was that not many of those nightmares were just that, nightmares, most of them were real. Visions, phrophetic dreams he'd once heard them called.
He was no prophet but that didn't mean he couldn't see Voldemort do all his acts of destruction and blood. It didn't mean he wasn't capable of doing such acts himself. Murdering people really wasn't that far off of a notion when you'd seen it done so many times. He could file away hundreds of different ways to kill people, Muggle and wizard ways. And he could perform any of them without a thought, that's what made it so bloody hard.
He hated the world for turning on him, but most of all he hated his friends and family for not believing him. Not trusting him. And the problem was, as much as he hated them, he loved them. The two did sit together after all. You have to be able to hate someone to love them. And oh, how he hated them. Ron, he couldn't live without, his wheezy. Such a strange thing to call such a person. Wheezy. Like asthma. But asthma could kill you. How ironic.
Harry could look at himself and say in all honesty that he was bitter. Bitter, jaded, and utterly disgusted in mankind. He may love them but he never wanted to see them again. It was decided. He was leaving. Would he come back? No. He wouldn't go back, even if he had to die to stay away. Harry stood up, using one of the pillars to help him.
From the outside Azkaban was indeed a beautiful place. White. What a ridiculous colour choice. He turned away from the building in which he'd spent half his life. The sea air met him in greeting. He couldn't disapparate. They'd snapped his wand. Even if they hadn't he wouldn't have had the energy. There was only one way to do this then. He smiled at the waves. It turned out as a grimace but that was to be expected.
"So, we meet again, world." He talked to no one and everyone at the same time. He lowered himself into the boat the group had evidently brought themselves here in.
Harry picked up an oar. They would use a row boat, muggles were much more innovative. "I'd better get started then."
End chapter 1.
God, I hope I get no negative reviews next time. I'm truly sorry to Princess Lena aka Lady Kittuna and the others, but I'll repost the old version another time. Thanks, please review.