REVISED AUTHOR'S NOTE: Um... My cousin is going to kill me... *glances around worried* And yes I am going to try and revise all this stuff. At first I was just going to go through it and make sure that nothing screamed "plot disaster" and also so that I could regain some memory of the story itself, but... as time went by I soon wanted to kill everything on the whole chapter and redo it. I basically stayed with the same paragraphs and everything- no worry about that, but I changed a ton of my writing. *shiver* how could you guys even read that? Probably goes along with this chapter too... but... still the chapter before that had... dead sentence structure, word choice, grammar mistakes, almost everything that makes a bad paper! Ugg.. Anyway. I am going to have to redo these first three chapters before I can put out a fourth one, but I promise it will be coming before... um... before the end of the year! Lol, or at least before Christmas break.

AN: Hey people, well I have pretty much not wanted to work on my other stories so I came up with this instead. I am using a lot of Latin in this for names, so be prepared. Um. I don't own Harry Potter and honestly I wouldn't want to. I mean think about having to live to expectations of millions! Ouch. Yeah so no one sue me I can always claim that I was targeted from all the people on the Internet. I love this word-

Desiderium = wish, longing / regret, grief / want, need. It fits me really well.

I am not ever going Slash. So that tells you that this story isn't Slash. Um. I don't do romances a lot and I will never do one with Harry. its mostly friendship for him and he is lucky if he ever gets that. Um. warning!!! I am not good at spelling or grammar in anyway! So if you want to correct my chapters. You can email me about it.

The Betrayal

By: Anora

A substance called Edoedulis dripped down from a broken pipe into the small bowl; while a boy no more then eighteen watched, waiting a small puddle to form. The child whispered something under his breath about "grandfather", "never" "go away". Making no logical sence to the outside world. Short ragged breaths could be seen in the frozen air, as they came from a broken down chest that should have been in it's prime.


Heavy footsteps echoed down a three-mile stairway that entered into the small prison. Brilliant emerald eyes glanced from the bowl for an instant taking in the image of a Horrendus carrying another prisoner, before he continued to stare at his means survival. Whispers rang clear as voices came from some of the cells, pleading to get any kind of pity from their captors. Maybe it was too escape from the physical cage of bondage, or maybe it was to get away from the voices in their minds that tormented their very souls.


As if to reflect, on the pain tramping about the blood worn walls, the old man, that stood holding the newcomer suddenly screamed. Apparently the bloodied corpse of a man had stomped upon Papula's big toe. With a single hit he had secured his own fate of being beaten for a second time in who knows how many. As the brutal assault ended, Papula started padding about his clothing. In search for most likely would be keys to one of the translucent cubes of magic. A clanking of keys into a invisible hole told the 15 men still alive in the room that the door was in fact being unlocked. A couple of them trying to make mad escapes through the newly opened thatch of sorts. Of course they were only butted off, by the once young Horrendus, but from the sounds of it - the boy commended the broken men for trying, if only in his thoughts.

Ever so slowly the raven as some called him, turned from his only nourishment to look at the now silent scene. Only then did he realize that a dead body was being tugged out of the man-holding box right next to him and the man even more blood ridden then before was tossed in. A interesting fact about the Humo, was the fact that prisoners to go into one another's prisons. It of course wasn't done often, you usually had to want to kill to be able to do so. Apparently the makers of Humo had known about a added torture that included being afraid to fall asleep at night, (or in the day as the case may be) because of a convict that you had made angry the day before, or the month before even. After all, murders had no morals, right? The broken body twitched slightly as the grown man tried to get up from a pool of blood that had gathered about him. With that accomplished, black eyes faded in and out trying to get used to the darkness in the room, while searching for there surroundings. For the moment though, Raven paid no mind and continued to stare at Papula. This was a sort of game that was sometimes played, whenever a Horrendus came down to visit at least. Decerto would try and catch their eyes, and then hold a sort of staring contest with the heartless men, and through out the three years that the boy had been there- he had always won.

In the end Papula once again stared in to glowing emeralds and once again could not stand the depth of them. Almost looking afraid at the long time captive, the gray haired man rushed up the staircase. Making heavy echos once again resound off of the stone walls.

It was then that Decerto realized what this new happening truly meant. His old friend or at least, what he came to call him as, was dead. In his own words he had given the now dead man a name, mostly because the man had already been to insane too choose it at the time. Paganus held the second longest to remain alive here- and he had come, just one year past. In truth through, the thirdy-year-old man had reached his goal, not to die until a complete year had passed.

Not ten minutes after the heavy echoing had stopped, Decessio began screaming at the top of his lungs. Yelling about being second now that Papula was finally gone, and that they all had to obey him. This was a irony of sorts because the36 year old had already gone crazy, or at least in his own individual way. Add this to the fact that the only one the savage group would actually follow would be Decerto himself. Why? Well, simply because Decerto was the longest surviving. Spending three long years in this place was indeed something commendable. After all most only gave into about: a month? Six months? A year? Some had heard of a man that made it too two, but other that no one even came close. Of course, most just pitied him for living so long, if you could call being beaten every week, with screaming within your mind living.

Still, it wasn't as if there was no such thing a life in the damp hall. Men could every once and a blue moon, be found trying to catch a wary mouse that had wondered to far into the ground of Azkaban. It was at times amusing to watch, but also heart braking, because you knew that it could be their chance of life or death. There were other customs abounding in the Humo. Much like the naming service that went about at times. When a new "member" was added into the "group" and didn't speak their name (wether they couldn't or they wouldn't) it was decided for someone to give the man or women a new a un-dirtied name. When Decerto had arrived, he and been able to be one of the few that picked their own. The name had been Decerto, and it had stuck with him. Though the ones that first called him that were long dead, the boy only thought of himself with that name now.


With some effort he turned towards the newest member of their "group" and as quietly as possible Decerto asked one of the first sentences that were uttered to a person, forsaken enough to come, "What is your name?" While his voice was unused and raspy it retained a comforting and wholesome sound in it. Something people looked to hear instead of the very real shrieks all about them, and at times- find hope in those few words uttered. It was quiet for a moment until the dark haired man answered from a tearful voice, "My name? My name, uh? It is Severus, I suppose. Severus Snape." Decerto froze not understanding the man for a moment, and unable to speak for the first time since the Aurors' came all those years ago, to take him away from only remaining family. If you could call those animals that.

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A red haired Weasley walked down the empty halls of Hogwarts; scrounging for his new girlfriend- Hermione. It really wasn't like her, to not been seen at the library all day, and he was becoming slightly worried. They were going to be graduating in a few hours, and no one had seen her for far longer then that. Finally an idea struck Ron in the face. Of course! Hermione was visiting Harry's grave.

Rushing out of the castle like school, to the still frozen landscape, he found her sitting upon a small wooden bench that stood a ways from a statue of a lion and a snake looking as if they were not only friends, but kinship as well. (An old custom of Wizard Britain, is to place non-moving animals upon a grave.)

"What are you doing out here 'Mione?"

A few tears trickled down the young Auror's cheek. "I just can't believe that he is dead Ron."

The young red head sat down beside her, "I can't believe it either 'Mione, but you saw him. He was in the casket and everything."

"I know, it's just that; after everything we went though. A car crash, Ron! A car crash killed him! If some one as kind and, and thoughtful as Harry can be killed. What of the rest of us?"

"I don't know 'Mione, I just don't know."

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Dumbledore head dropped down on his chest as he read Severus Snape's court sentence-

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Snape, Severus, Kabe

-Life in Azkaban- until end of days.

No visitors allowed

Cause: Spy for dark side. It had been all a mix up, most likely the real spy was sitting in the Ministry laughing his head off at being let of the hook. The Ministry of England hadn't any proof either just the simple grudge saying that Severus was a Death Eater. Not even a trial had been held.

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Now the light had but one man to tell them where the attacks, where to be next, and that man was still a boy! It almost as if the world wanted to be controlled. Maybe it was time he let the world do what it wanted? No, he could never sit back and watch such horrors. He would never give up on the world, even though it was dependant on a power, that would destroy them all with out a second thought. The power that was fueled with hatred and revenge. The power of insanity that in the end was considered too be sanity. The power that was still at times called evil, that lived in humans. The power of death, and control.

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Meanings-

Edoedulis- Edo means; put forth, give out. Edulis means; edible. Basically it is a liquid that makes that who drink it survive, not very healthy in for people.

Horrendus- horrible, dreadful. Used this cause the keepers aren't very nice so the prisoners started calling them that.

Saevio- to rage, be furious, take violent action. This guy as you can tell isn't the nicest person in the Humo.

Humo- cover with earth, bury. Used this cause this place is UNDER Azkaban really far down. Normally people stay in the towers or main building. This is where people go when they are never to come out again. No matter what. (People outside of Azkaban do NOT know of this place.) You don't get visitors at the Humo either.

Papula- a pimple. You can tell I don't like this guy very much right?

Paganus- countryman, peasant. I rather liked Paganus. to bad he had to die. O well.

Decessio- a retreat, withdrawal. Basically this guy is a chicken.

Decerto- to contend, fight to the finish. I thought it fit Harry well for my story.

AN: I am not updating until I have 20 or more reviews people!

PEOPLE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHY DOSE EVERYONE THINK THE WEASLEY FAMILY IS BIG! MY OWN FAMILY IS ONLY TWO SHORT AND I THINK WE ARE SMALLER THEN A PIN! Sigh, I really don't understand you people. My mom and dads families are both huge to. um. actually I can't say I know all my cousins names. Well. I know who they are and stuff, but I have a problem with names and stuff. and I am in the teens! UG what am I going to be when I get older.?

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