This first A/N is going to be a little long, but hang in there.
As the summary says, this is an AU, so expect things to be quite different. I'm rating this M as a precaution. I don't expect smut, but lots of swearing, torture scenes, and blood, gory battles should be in here somewhere. I don't have any pairings in mind as of right now, but one or more may come into play some time in the future. As you'll see in the first paragraph, Voldemort is sending Harry to Azkaban, but I'm going to try and stay away from a godlike!Harry or overpowered!Harry cliches. Definitely going to avoid Harry as king of Azkaban. I'm going to expand a lot on areas of magic I thought could have been really awesome, but were never explained sufficiently in canon. For example, wandcrafting will make quite a few appearances. All they say about wandcrafting in canon is "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter," and something about the wand being won in fights or something. I'll go more in depth on that when the story gets there. Now, the prologue of Off Your Rocker, a Ble Fotia Fanfiction
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Prologue
Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, paced back and forth in front of the broken body of his nemesis, one Harry James Potter. Broken, yes, but still alive. He had just detected dark magic emanating from the boy's scar. His detection spells all read the same. The boy was a Horcrux, and, even more surprisingly, Voldemort's own Horcrux. Voldemort was trying to figure out what to do with the boy. He could kill him, but that would destroy his unintentional Horcrux. On the other hand, He had found a second half of the prophecy by invading the boy's mind. As it said, either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. So he could keep him alive and presumably never die, as the prophecy states that only Harry could kill him. But… killing him did sound good. He glanced at the boy slumped against the wall. A third option presented itself. With the dementors gone, Azkaban was just a magical prison. It would keep Potter restrained, and more importantly, the piece of Voldemort's soul inside him. A cruel smile crossed Voldemort's face. Yes, that's what he would do. His mind made, Voldemort exited the room, calling for a minion to heal Potter.
Harry awoke to a sneering Draco Malfoy standing over him. "Are you awake now, Potty? My Lord has said I get to have some fun with you before he enacts his plans for you. Get up!" This was driven home by a kick in the chest. Harry stood, until Draco knocked his legs out from under him with a bludgeoning hex. " Well Potter, get up! You should listen to your betters! Crucio!" Pain seared through Harry's body, and he heard a scream that he would later realize was his. Draco ended the curse, and Harry lay on the floor with tears leaking out of his eyes. Draco glanced at the time piece on his wrist, then turned back to Harry. "Well Potty, It looks like our time together is going to end sooner than I would have liked. Before I leave, I've brought you some news."
Draco threw a Daily Prophet on the ground. The front page was covered in articles on Harry Potter, Dark Dabblings taught by Dumbledore? Ron Weasley tell all on The-Boy-Who-Lived is actually The-Boy-Who-Lied! and Albus Dumbledore, Hero, or Villain? How Albus Dumbledore was the real Dark Lord in the war that struck Wizarding Britain just over 16 years ago. Or the most confusing one, Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, actually resistance fighter and war hero? Disfigured by a curse broken upon Dumbledore's death? Learn the truth behind our new minister! This one was followed by a picture of Voldemort looking like an older version of the teen Harry met in the Chamber of Secrets.
Draco smirked as Harry looked up from the paper to glare at him. "Elf!" Draco shouted.
A small crack preceded a house-elf. "Yes, Master Draco?" Came the elf's timid reply.
"Bring me my new slave." He sneered haughtily at the end of the statement.
"Right away, Master Draco," It took a few minutes, but the elf popped back into the room with a person. The person was hard to see in the dim room, but Draco pulled the person into the light from the doorway. They were unmistakable. It was the one person Harry would have never thought would be in a situation like this. She looked utterly broken. Hermione Granger stood in the light from the doorway, looking incredibly tired and defeated. "Say hello to your mudblood whore, Potter! She's my new plaything and I'm sure we'll have lot's of fun together. Isn't that right, Mudblood?" He laughed maniacally. "Don't worry, Potter, I'll make sure she knows her rightful place in society. On her knees, in between my legs!" As they left the room, Hermione looked at Harry for the first time. It was a look full of despair and sorrow. It was a look of goodbye. Harry's anguished cries were heard throughout the building.
Voldemort came back a short time later.