Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on the Harry Potter universe created by J.K. Rowling >Not mine.

Rating: PG13 mild language

Spoilers: All five books (SS/PS; CoS; PoA; GoF; OotP)

A/N: Okay, this is an Harry in Azkaban fic. Hope you like it. Mention of violence but nothing graphic.

Prologue
Night has fallen as I looked over what has been a killing ground barely an hour before.

The night air is cool and I feel its sharp bite very intensely; especially ever since Azkaban. Yes you heard correctly golden Gryffindor boy Harry James Potter has been to send to the most feared wizarding prison on the planet on charges that were so flimsy that my now two year old daughter could have seen through them.

Ah I see, you wonder what all this has to do with myself standing on the edge of the forbidden forest overlooking a carnage never heard of in the wizarding community at least in recent history.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which has weathered over one millennium has been reduced to a hovel off still smoking rabble.

You couldn't even imagine that this very morning a castle had dominated Hogsmeade village, which although was badly burnt and the surrounding grounds.

The denizens never had a chance to raise alarm as the powerful curse wrought by Voldemort hit, a fire so intense supplemented by the magic of all his followers as he drained them of their magic in an ill calculated attempt to kill me.

However it killed whole family's who had found refuge here as false as it turned out, students, professors…Dumbledore.

I wish I could still hate that old man for all the pain he caused me, for all the misjudgements that caused my life to spiral down into an abyss of hate and self-loathing.

Towards Azkaban for a crime I never would have considered to commit.

For all his knowledge he never seemed to have seen that one coming; me being innocent, on the other hand the old man probably knew all along.

You never could tell with him. I can't imagine that he swallowed hook, line and sinker when faced with those flimsy charges.

That man was a master Legilimense for god's sake. He could see through the most artful lie, not to forget my flimsy excuse of what passed as my Occlumency shield as it was than.

Therefore I ask you how could a man as intelligent and knowledgeable as he ever fall for the lies surrounding my arrest, trial and subsequent unanimous vote of guilt before the Wizengammot leading to my vacation to the island of the damned otherwise known as Azkaban prison.

A foreboding castle atop on a rocky island.

Now, you would say Azkaban wasn't so bad nowadays, wouldn't you?

After all, the Dementors have left for Voldemort.

To this day I honestly can't say which of Azkaban's guards were worse. I met them both.

The Demetors in which presence I always passed out overwhelmed by my earliest childhood memories, my parents murdered by Voldemort as these fiends sucked out all my happy thoughts which weren't that many to begin with or those sick farts aka potion masters brewing and overseeing the administering of magic and mind subduing potions and their good chums the aurors.

One could argue that these people were professionals and would only do their duty.

I beg to differ. As it is the case with most such institution all over the world run by itself with none overseeing the guards the guards played rough.

How unfortunate for the inmates and the wizarding world.

The aurors and their habit to …play with their charges were bad enough. However the two potion masters in charge were indefinitely worse; they liked to experiment with their potions.

Afterall they had many human guinea pigs handy who noticed when one died. No one outside would care even if they knew what happened inside Azkabans wall's; especially not about that traitorous Potter scum.

We were unable to object, completely being at those bastards mercy.

I don't think that the stay under the Dementors tenure could have been worse. At least you knew what to expect, Dementor's weren't exactly known for there creativity.

A view, lucid moments before you were again plunged into the hell what you call your brain.

But if you were an animagus or an Occlumence, yes Snapes skill was quite handy for Dementors, you could escape at least in your head and would not be bothered by any of them. Great use would that skill has been but alas I wasn't that good at it, at least then.

Turning my mind back to that icy cell deep in the bowels of Azkaban in the maximum security block I still can feel the dread when the ministry's own high inquisitor and torturer Cerberus Grim stepped in one day after I presumably had been at Azkaban for at least a year.

His parents, if he wasn't simply a demon, childish I know but well its still fitting must have either had a premonition when naming there son or a very screwed sense of humour.

In my humble opinion it was the later; Cerberus guardian of the Netherworld and the grim, omen of death.

At this time I was thoroughly subdued by the master's magic suppressing potion.

Even if it had worn off I wouldn't have been able to defend myself any way. I didn't have my wand.

You see every witch and wizard needs a wand to actually work magic or though I thought than.

Which was a fact my best friend, note the sarcasm here, Cerberus was going to change that bit not that he ever was going to be aware of that fact.

But why was this outrage done to me well let me tell you my tale.

How it all led up to this day five years after my imprisonment and the defeat of Voldemort. I will collect off what is left of that Gryffindor boy and tell my story, for a last time.

So let's start with a trial.