Hi there! This is a fic I wrote out of boredom.

It's going to be HP/CC.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

There is always hope

Azkaban.

The name is poison to me.

Guarded by the most feared creatures on this planet, the dementors. They suck out your happy thoughts and are able to torture someone into insanity without even moving.

Being in this prison is worse than death.

I don't know how much strenght I still have, I'm getting weaker with every passing minute.

But I don't care anymore.

My life ended when I was put in here.

Accused of the murder of about a hundred people –muggles- at the King's Cross station.

Sentenced to Azkaban for life.

But I was innocent. I don't know how he did it, but Voldemort managed to trick me.

It happened on September 1st last year. Just when I was about to step through the barrier – I was half an hour early – I heard a loud BANG behind me, followed by a terrible explosion. Everyone in the muggle-part of the station died.

The explosion didn't hurt me, however. So I was standing there in the middle of a destroyed station with countless dead bodies around me.

Three days later I was here. There was a trial, but they didn't let me say a single word. They thought it was obvious. They didn't even use veritaserum.

Nobody could hear my pleas. Practically everyone believed I was the second hand of the Dark Lord.

Remus and Dumbledore didn't. With all their power they tried to defend me.

‚You fools, this is the boy who lost his parents because of Voldemort, this is the boy who defeated him fifteen years ago, how can you accuse him of such a terrible crime?' they shouted at them.

But there was nothing they could do.

The papers soon described Dumbledore as an „old crazy fool"and Remus as a „dangerous werewolf who was probably on the dark side".

Both had to leave the magical world. Because they believed in me.

Nobody has seen them again.

The Weasleys and Hermione didn't believe those „fools"either, but the ministry hold them away from me. Fudge didn't want them to be near me –for their own safety, he said.

I will always remember the last words I heard from Ron...

„YOU BASTARDS! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! HE'S OUR ONLY HOPE!"

Then they dragged him away.

Mrs. Weasley was crying uncontrollably.

Hermione and Ginny were just sitting there, tears of disbelieve in their eyes.

It was the last time I saw them.

Nobody has visited me for the twelve months I've been here.

I don't know what happened to my friends. Maybe they're alright, maybe not.

Maybe they have wanted to visit me, maybe not.

But the ministry wouldn't let them anyway. Harry Potter should rot in his cell forever... and no person should contact him. That probably was –and still is of course- their plan.

And it has worked.

I haven't seen a human being since they throw me in here. Just dementors. They suck out the little hope I still have.

It is winter now, I can feel it. Not that it would make a difference to me; prisoners aren't allowed to go outside. Not even to see the sunlight.

It's just the dark cell. Every day, every night.

Suddenly I hear something.

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