Identification Number
Summary: After barely escaping from Voldemort, Harry arrives back at Hogwarts clinging onto the dead body of Cedric Diggory. Charged with murder, Harry is sentenced to 36 years in Azkaban. After which, he would be Kissed. Never given a trial, Harry can only assume that he' been betrayed. He would be right. Slash!! Twilight crossover Edward/Harry!! Major bashing on some characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. T-T It is a sad thought.
Warnings: Dumbledore bashing, Hermione and Ron bashing, Order bashing, M/M, takes place right after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Slytherin friends!! Creature fic. Maybe Mpreg in future chapters.
Pairings: HP/EC, DM/JB, NL/LL, HG/RW, RL/SB,
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Chapter 1
My Aquatic Hell
"Fourth Floor! That's what he should get!!!" a commanding voice snarled.
"Sir? But he's-"
"I know who he IS! He's a MURDERER!! As such, he should be placed in the Fourth Floor!"
"Yes sir."
'Fourth Floor……Murderer? Where am I?'
"Well lookie-here boys. Potter's coming around." The voice taunted.
"Wha-" Harry tried to speak.
"SILENCE!" the voice yelled. "You Potter are a disgrace to the Wizarding World. I bet you'd tell me it was You-Know-Who that killed that Diggory boy."
Soft chuckles came from the others in the room. 'What?' Harry thought. The confusion from the night before was starting to recede. 'Murder. Diggory…….Cedric!! Voldemort murdered Cedric!!'
"Well boy, looks like we're almost out of time." More chuckling followed this statement.
'Out of time? I don't understand.' Harry thought as he finally took in his surroundings. Harry was tied down to a wooden chair, in a room made out of solid stone. A wooden door was off on the far right wall. Surrounding Harry, were seven Aurors. One stood ominously in front of him, while the other six preferred to lean on one of the walls. Harry tilted his head towards the door as he saw a shaft of light coming through it.
"'Bout time you got here Jenkins!" snarled the Auror who stood before Harry as a mid-aged man walked through the door.
"My apologies Auror Roston, Fudge wanted to make extra sure that Prisoner 268247 didn't get out on a technicality." Jenkins said as he looked through some of the paperwork that he'd brought with him.
"Who?" Auror Roston snarled.
Jenkins blinked, looking up he saw that all eyes were watching him.
"As of this moment, Harry James Potter has been stripped of his name. In essence his name is now Prisoner 268247." Jenkins informed them.
'I don't even have a name anymore!' Harry thought stunned as he learned of his 'new' name.
"You here that!" Roston snarled to his comrades. Turning to look at the new inmate of Azkaban. "Well, boy. How'd you like yer new name?"
Laughter followed this statement. Jenkins shook his head, he knew a pissing contest when he saw one.
"If you will escort him to his cell, then we can finish with the proceedings."
Roston nodded in agreement with Jenkins. He didn't want to stay longer than was necessary.
"Where do we place him?" Roston questioned.
Jenkins bowed his head and shuffled through his stack of paperwork. "Ah! Here it is. Prisoner 268247, cell number 863-"
"That's on the Fourth Floor!" one of the Aurors cried out in surprise. Roston silenced him with a glare.
"As I was saying. Cell number 863, Fourth Floor, cell block 63." Sharp intakes of breathe could be heard from the Aurors. Roston smirked.
"You heard that Prisoner. You've been sentenced to the Water Block."
Harry glanced at him confused. 'Water Block? I don't understand, why is everyone looking like I'm going to die?'
"Well, are we going or not. I have more paperwork to go through." Jenkins said as he motioned to the door behind him.
Auror Roston nodded his agreement. Roston snapped his fingers, an Auror stepped up and handed Roston a pair of clothes. Roston then nodded towards Harry. The Auror moved forward and swished his wand, then ropes holding Harry in place fell away. Harry blinked in surprise.
"Hurry up boy!" Roston snapped as he shoved the clothes into Harry's hands. Roston then signaled for the other Aurors to leave the room. Roston made no move to follow them.
"Come now Roston. The boy is without his wand, I think I can handle watching him for you." Jenkins said as he watched Roston.
Roston glared at him, before nodding and leaving the room. As the door slammed shut Jenkins sighed in relief.
"Hurry up. We don't have much time." Jenkins said as he walked towards Harry.
"What's going on? Where am I?" Harry asked as Jenkins knelt by his side.
"You're in Azkaban Prison. You've been charged with the murder of Cedric Diggory." Harry's eyes widened in horror.
"But I didn't-"
"I know, as does my employer. Now get dressed. We don't have much time."
Harry slowly nodded his head. Jenkins turned around to give Harry his privacy. Harry shed his Tri-Wizard outfit and threw it on the ground; before donning on the prison robes. A white t-shirt, gray/white striped pants, and a pale gray robe. The whole outfit was a few sizes too big.
"Um..I'm done." Harry said as he finished donning on the robes.
Jenkins turned around, and couldn't help but snicker. Harry looked like he was swimming in the clothes.
"The clothes are big so that you can grow into them." Jenkins informed Harry.
Harry frowned at this.
"How long am I to be in prison?"
Jenkins stayed silent, thinking of how best to answer the question. "You've been sentenced to 36 years, after which you will be given the Kiss."
Harry's eyes widened in horror, did no one believe he was innocent?
"Dumbledore, he wouldn't-"
"He was the one to help get you here. He and Fudge had you brought here before you were even conscious."
"My friends-"
"Have agreed with Dumbledore, in the fact that you were jealous of Cedric and killed him."
"Then, what-"
"From what I've been told, the whole Wizarding World has turned on you. You've been unconscious for a full day."
Harry sat down in the chair. He couldn't believe it; his friends thought he was a murderer.
"Harry, I'm sorry to inform you of this, but you needed to know."
"So, everyone believes I'm guilty?"
"No. Not everyone. My employer is one of the few who believe that you are completely innocent."
Harry frowned.
"Employer? Who?"
"I believe you know him. His name is Draco Malfoy." Jenkins informed Harry.
"Malfoy?! Malfoy believes I'm innocent?!" Harry said in shock.
Jenkins nodded his head. "He also told me to give you this." Jenkins pulled a thick letter out of his stack of paperwork and handed it to Harry.
Harry took the letter in surprise; he looked at Jenkins to make sure that this wasn't some sort of joke. Jenkins just smiled and looked pointedly at the letter. Harry nodded and slipped the letter into and interior pocket in his prison robes.
"We should be going now." Jenkins said as he stood up. Harry followed his and they both proceeded to the wooden door. Jenkins opened it and motioned for Harry to walk through it first. As Harry stepped over the threshold he couldn't help but gasp. A large circular room stood before him. To his right were tall wooden doors, Harry assumed that they led outside. To Harry's left was a staircase that led to the upper floors.
"This way Prisoner!" Roston snapped. Harry looked towards him, Roston was pointing to an archway behind Harry and to the right. Past the archway were stairs that led down. "You get the Fourth Floor. You don't get the luxury of the New Born!" Roston motioned for two of the Aurors to grab Harry. The two Aurors approached, they grabbed an arm and started to lead him towards the archway.
Roston took the lead with the Aurors and Harry following him. They were the only ones that walked the darkened stairway. Harry's breathes came out in white clouds. Roston growled before he lit his wand and casted the light towards the stairs. Harry's eyes widened in horror; the flight of steps, leading further down, was encased in ice. Black ice.
"Not too much further now." Roston growled softly.
The grip of the Aurors tightened; Harry couldn't help but gasp painfully.
"Quiet down Prisoner! I don't want to hear a peep outta you!" Roston snarled as he glanced back at Harry.
After a few more steps, a soft splash was heard.
"We're here." Roston said as he stepped out onto a platform. "Cell block 63. The Water Block." Roston motioned for the Aurors to step out onto the platform.
"Take a good look boy. This is yer new home."
Harry felt horrified at what was to become his 'home'. At the end of the platform was a four foot drop, it was filled with water. The whole cell block was flooded with four feet of water. Open cell bars allowed the guards to see into the cells without having to go into the water. There were five cells; two on the left, two on the right, and one facing the platform. Three of the five cells were in use; two on the right, and the far one on the left.
"See that center one Boy? That's yer new home" Roston said with a snicker. He brought out his wand and pointed it at Harry. The Aurors released their grip as Harry started to hover in the air. A clanking-swoosh was heard as Harry's cell door opened. Roston twisted his wand and gave a flick towards the opened cell. Harry was thrown through the air and dropped into icy water. Roston laughed as Harry gave a shriek of surprise.
"Get used to it boy!" Roston laughed and flicked his wand again. Slamming Harry's cell door closed. Roston and the other Aurors quickly left the water flooded basement.
Silence rain in the dungeon, Harry slowly stood to his feet. Taking a look around, Harry noticed small fist size circular windows throughout the entire dungeon. 'That must be how the water gets in.' A flash of light interrupted Harry's thoughts, a second flash followed the first.
"Lightning." Said a soft voice to Harry's left.
"I'm sorry?"
"The bird-holes allow the light and water to get in. The flashes you just saw were the light from the lightning." The voice replied.
"Oh. Thank you." Harry said, now noticing that the small windows lit up the dark cell block. "What is your name?"
"I am Prisoner 62743." Replied the soft voice, Harry was sure it was a girls voice. "What is your name?"
"H-" Harry made a choking noise as he tried to say his name.
"Yer one o' us now kid." Spoke a gruff voice farther to Harry's left. "Dat m'ans dat ye was majical'e stipped o' yer name."
"What did the Aurors call you?" the girl questioned.
"Prisoner 268247. Why did I start to choke when I tried to tell you my name?"
"'Rison'r 268247 IS yer name." the gruff voice replied.
"'When a magical being is magically stripped of their title, and name, it is forbidden for said being to introduce their self as said person.' Chapter 13, Section 6, Paragraph 17 of the Wizarding Annulment Law." Came a calm voice to Harry's right.
"In other words, who you were yesterday no longer existences, you are now Prisoner 268247." The girl spoke.
"What about everyone else. Have THEY had their names taken from them?" Harry questioned.
A soft splashing noise to Harry's close left caused Harry to move through the clear water. As Harry stood by the bars of his cell he saw them. To his direct left, was a girl around 24, wet gray hair fell down to her knees. Soft lilac eyes watched Harry as he took survey of his cell mates. 'Damn.' Harry thought. 'She's taller than me.' And true to form, the woman stood at a proud 5'11", topping Harry's short 5'3" easily. Her robe clung to her skin, showing of her curvy figure.
A splash to Harry's right caused him and the woman to look over. In the cell to Harry's right stood a man with short spiky burgundy hair, pale orange eyes, and small oval glasses. The man had broad shoulders with a slim waist; he stood at 6'2". He wasn't wearing his robes, leaving his wet t-shirt to cling to his chest and abs. The man smirked as he saw were Harry was looking. He lifted up his left hand and pointed towards the last occupied cell. Blinking, Harry turned his head. His eyes widened in surprise.
There, in the far left cell, stood a man with knee length hazel hair. He wore no shirt or robe, his broad shoulders leading to his muscular chest and down to his 6-pack abs. 'How the hell does he have a 6-pack in AZKABAN?!' Harry thought in surprise. A chuckle escaped the man's lips. Harry looked back up and gasped, the man's eyes were entirely black. Pupil, the retina, and the whites of his eyes were solid black. They looked like a black reflective mirror, casting a reflection whenever light hit his eyes. (1)
"No. They are Inmates. They keep their names, properties, money, and family heirlooms." The woman replied. "We are Prisoners. As such, we can never leave this Island, Azkaban is our home. When our time here is finished, they kill us."
"What about the Dementors? The Kiss?" Harry questioned looking at her imploringly.
"Dementors never come down here. The Kiss is saved for the Inmates only." She replied.
"Then," Harry said looking at the three of them. "what am I to call you."
The man to Harry's right smiled.
"We were pondering that question when Rusting brought you here." He said as he took off his glasses and cleaned them with his wet shirt.
Harry frowned.
"Rusting? I thought his name was Roston."
"It is." Came a voice from the far right. Harry turned towards him. "Ni'knames 're fun ta tag people with (2). Roston, we call Rusty."
"Roston, English name meaning rusting." The man to Harry's right said as he placed his glasses back onto his face. "Back to our original problem, to what do we call ourselves?"
"We're called numbers ye twit!"
"Numbers. Could that be our solution?" questioned the woman.
The man with the glasses tilted his head in thought. Quick as lightning snapped his head towards Harry. "What are your numbers?"
"Um, 268247." Harry answered, slightly confused.
The man tilted his head to the right, then to the left, before straightening his head and facing Harry.
"Anubis."
Harry blinked.
"I'm sorry?"
"The numbers 268247 on a phone spell out A-n-u-b-i-s. Anubis. That shall be YOUR name." (3) the man replied.
"62743." Spoke the woman.
"3963." Spoke the man to the far left.
"And we are 39766." Said the man with the glasses, he proceeded to tilt his head in different directions before straightening himself.
"62743. You are Marie, French, means star of the sea; sea of bitterness." The woman, Marie, nodded her head in agreement. The man turned to his right. "3963. You are Dyne, African American, means seaman; gambler." The man, Dyne, smirked at this. "39766. We are Dyson, English, means sea-loving." He, Dyson, nodded his head in agreement to his statement.
"Whatz Anubis m'an?" questioned Dyne in his gruff voice.
"Anubis, Egyptian, means royal; it would seem that out of us all, you are not named for the sea." Dyson said. He tilted his head again frowning.
"Then, how to name him of the sea?" Marie questioned.
"More numbers, we need more numbers to name properly." Dyson said.
Marie, Dyson, and Dyne all turned to look at Anubis. Anubis blinked.
"Well, my cell number is 863, we're on the Fourth Floor, and this is cell block 63."
"863-4-63." Dyson tilted his head in thought. "Undine; it spells out U-n-d-i-n-e. You are Undine, Latin, meaning from the ocean; Anubis Undine, royal from the ocean."
Marie nodded her head, pleased with the name. Dyne gave a sharp nod before disappearing into his cell. Dyson did the same. A flash erupted through the small windows, quickly followed by a roll of thunder.
"It is time to sleep young Anubis. A small hammock should be in the corner of your cell by now. Goodnight." Marie said as she too turned and went deeper into her cell.
Anubis sighed. Turning around Anubis couldn't help but give a choke of surprise. In the right hand corner of his cell was a large black hammock, both ends were somehow tied of on two of the windows. One end of the hammock rested on the right wall, while the other end rested on the wall in front of Harry. It created a triangular space between the hammock and the corner. The hammock was hanging two feet above the above the water. Anubis noticed that it looked as though it was an old fishing net; the crisscross stitching certainly gave it that look.
Anubis shrugged and started wadding through the four foot high water. As Anubis climbed into the hammock he heard the pelting sound of rain hitting water. Lifting his head, Anubis watched as water seeped through the small circular windows. Looking around himself, Anubis noticed that water was seeping through ALL of the small windows. Yet, the water below him never seemed to rise. Anubis shrugged as he curled into a ball and past out from tired. Anubis never noticed the twin black stones staring up at him from beneath the hammock.
A/N: Did you like it?? Just so everyone knows, a poll for this story will be placed onto my main page. Thank you!! Please note! That anyone who reviewed, I answered your questions down below. Thank You!!
(1): Think The Source from Charmed.
(2): "Almost everybody that's well-known gets tagged with a nickname."-Alan Alda. I just shortened what he'd already said. X3
(3): Harry will be known as Anubis after this point. Since his name Harry James Potter was taken from him, I have given him a new name. You'll also find out what was written in Draco's letter in the next chapter.
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