When You Kill Angels
A Harry Potter FanFiction
by: Elymi
Albus landed in the Azkaban waiting room, which truthfully was small and depressing. It saw so few people. He walked up to the front desk, where a surly guard sat looking bored.
"I am here to retrieve Harry Potter," Albus said, slightly startling the guard. The guard nodded before calling in a small man that would lead him to the cell.
As they left, Albus heard the guard at the desk mutter, "I hope he knows what he's in for."
Walking down the cell blocks, Albus began to regret his decision more and more. Even the prisoners that saw the dementors the least were half crazy. Harry was locked in the worst cell in Azkaban. It was almost constantly guarded by Dementors and Harry had never had a good tolerance for them.
"Can you tell me how Harry's been?" Albus asked as they started into the lower levels of Azkaban.
The small man jumped, before answering. "He hasn't said anything. He just sits on his bed staring at nothing. We don't know if he sleeps, though we know he eats, because his plate is always empty when it's picked up. Most prisoners scream, though being quiet isn't rare, but something about him just... seems odd."
Albus nodded before settling into silence again. The prisioners around him were growing louder. Screaming to let them go. That they were innocent. Albus wondered how many of innocents had been locked away forever, before banishing it from his mind. It was too hard to think about.
They had finally reached the lowest level. As they walked towards Harry's cell, Albus saw Bellatrix Lestrange, insanely screaming that her master would kill them all. Albus winced realizing Harry had been in close vicinity with a woman he severly hated.
When they reached the cell, the small man reached into his pockets and pulled out key. Albus stood back , not even looking through the bars to see what awaited. The small man then beckoned him to go inside and get the boy. As Albus entered the cell, he was overwhelmed with the smell of death that penetrated the entirety of Azkaban. However, Harry's cell was worse. The small boy set on his mattress. His skin was pulled tight over his bones. Albus feared the worst. Was the boy dead? He then recalled that the guards had spells over the cells to let them know of deaths.
Albus took a deep breath before saying softly, "Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"
No reply.
Albus took a step towards the boy. Still, nothing. Albus whipped out his wand and attempted to cast a spell that would cause him to float along beside him. However, when he cast this spell, it was repelled by some magical spell. Albus tried one other spell. This time, however, not only was the spell repelled, it was increased in magical ability. Albus had to quickly dodge it to avoid being hit. Harry's eyes then snapped to his face. While Albus expected anger, there was nothing in Harry's eyes, which frightened Albus even more.
"Harry? You've been freed. I'm here to take you home."
This was apparently the wrong thing to say.
Harry stared at the older man before casting a wandless and nonverbal spell causing Albus to be be dragged to the ground. The small man, who didn't seem like much, lept into action, attempting to restrain the boy. However, his restraints didn't hold, but were repelled like the others. The man was quickly knocked unconcious.
Harry then stood and walked by to Albus before releasing the spell, allowing Albus to stand. Harry, however, wouldn't have seen this, as he didn't even look, but just walked out of the cell and started down the block. Albus jumped up, forgetting about the small man, and ran after Harry. He caught up fairly quick, but when he tried to walk next to Harry, an invisible force held him back, insuring he kept his distance.
Albus sighed.