Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making and money or profits of this fanfiction. This is merely a fans imagination gone out of control so please don't sue me.

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The Black Legacy

Chapter 2 – Harry's Refusal

Harry's eyes snapped open the moment the doors to his cell started opening. His first thought was that it was the Dementors again, as he crawled away to the corner again in the same fashion as before. It was only when the doors opened fully that he saw that he was mistaken, and relaxed. Standing in the doorway was the least threatening thing in Azkaban, the guards.

"Well looky here Rev!" The guard said behind himself. "Harry is still awake after the Dementors had their fun with him."

Another guard came walking in next to the first, looking very smug as he saw the state of Harry. The double chin the guard had practically rippled on his face every time he moved or changed expressions.

"I guess we will need to fill in for them then. We get extra from the Minister for doing this service, and you know how he hates a job half done."

Harry didn't even flinch an eye to the meaning behind the guard's words, for he knew what was going to happen next and the truth was, he welcomed it. The beatings that the guards dished out to the prisoners was always a welcomed experience, since every time the Dementors did what they did they would suck away every sensation from your body, making the victim feel as if he wasn't alive anymore.

It must have been over a year since he started giving in Harry thought. It was the only true feeling of existence he could get after the Dementors daily routine. One thing that Harry did know, which wasn't unexpected was that he would receive far harsher treatments then the rest of the prisoners, extending from the regular beating to masochistic torture. Compliments of Minister fudge without a doubt he thought.

"Alright let's get this over with. Bring in the Quas-Kal Serum." The guard said, and then in an unexpected move, if not so unexpected the gaurd kicked Harry in his gut, knocking the air from his lungs.

What followed was a tirade of punches and kicks and in some instances the guard using a club, which left Harry bruised and beaten and bleeding in a couple of places. This continued for about five minutes until the other guard came back, holding a vile with a purple clear substance.

Grabbing Harry by the back of his head he forced Harry to crane his neck back, and using his other hand he forced Harry mouth open. It was then that the guard with the vile poured the purple substance down his throat, to which the guard holding him forced him to swallow.

"Sweat dreams boy." The guard chanted, hitting him one last time for measure.

As Harry slid down the wall, a familiar sensation took over him. All around, reality began to shift and twist in a shadowy mist like movement. A sense of vertigo similar to the effect of the Dementors took him, disorientating him as everything began to come into place. And his eyes widened as everything took shape.

'No… no not this!'

What took shape was a room, a room that he recognized instantly. In the centre of the room was a crib but that wasn't where Harry's attention was focused. On the floor at the foot of the crib was a body if a women laying facedown. He couldn't see her face, but then again he didn't have to for her red hair was giveaway. It was his worst memory and worst fear. The dead body of his mother.

All Harry could do was scream.

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Meanwhile, outside the gates of Azkaban Prison a carriage had just landed on the rain drenched ground. Two figures came walking out of the carriage doors the momrnt they where settled on the ground, covered in black robes with hoods. The two figures walked quickly towards the gates of Azkaban, where waiting at the door was a guard, who greeted their arrival.

"Welcome sirs to Azkaban Prison." He said almost friendly like. "My name is Aden and may I ask what brings you to…" His speech was cut short as the two figures lowered the hoods. "Oh I am so sorry Professor Dumbledore sir… and Professor Lupin. I didn't known it was you."

Dumbledore just waved his hands. "No need to be sorry, if you would be so kind could you peace open the gate."

Nodding quickly the guard, using his wand and without words opened the gate into Azkaban Prison. "May your stay at Azkaban Prison be a good one." The guard said cheerfully, not realizing the irony of telling someone to enjoy themselves at a prison.

Taking this invitation, Dumbledore with Remus walked through the gate. Where they entered into was a open area. On one side of the area was a large seating area made of wood. The face Remus showed scepticism for why there were seats, which he received his answer to when he saw what was placed in the centre of the area, a guillotine.

"I felt the same way Remus when I first saw it." Dumbledore interrupted. "But I wouldn't worry; it has been inactive since the days of the Founders of Hogwarts." He said reassuringly.

Remus nodded and continued along the path. They entered into a door located opposite the gate which led into a long stone corridor, illuminated by torches lining the wall. They walked down the corridor until they found what they were looking for, the processing area for new prisoners.

The processing was a wide room and was far cleaner then the corridor and decorated in a similar way to the great hall at Hogwarts. Banners with the Azkaban insignia hung from the walls in dull grey colours as they blew in an invisible wind.

Ignoring the sight, both Dumbledore and Remus make their way forward, towards the far end of the room where a table stood and a man sat. The man stood when he was alerted to Dumbledore and Remus's presence.

"Well, well, well! Dumbledore." The guard said excitedly. "I never thought I'd see ya in this place again?"

Dumbledores eyes lowered when guard said that. It was a memory that played hard on his heart since he discovered Harry's innocence.

-----FLASHBACK-----

Dumbledore slowly counted in his head the passing seconds. It has been a week since Harry Potter's trial by the Wizengamot and he still couldn't believe it, even though he knew in his heart that it had to be true. Straight after the trial, other matters were brought into account concerning Harry, which needed to be discussed. That is what Dumbledore was doing now; he was on his way to the place that Harry would be calling home for then next twenty years, Azkaban Prison.

Dumbledore was walking down a dingy long stone dungeon hallway. It was dimly lit and gave the impression of the typical medieval atmosphere. Being a Prison that has existed since the time of the Founders, one couldn't argue that the architect took great length to make this place impenetrable. While thinking of this, Dumbledore searched the number cell doors that lined both sides of the hall. He continued to walk until he found what he was looking for.

"Cell 374." He muttered.

"I see you have found it!"

Dumbledore turned to see a guard walking up to him, the sound of keys rattling on his hip.

"It was a rather long journey." Dumbledore responded evenly.

The guard nodded and moved towards the cell door. Going to his hip he pulled of a ring of rusty looking keys, which he began looking through. Dumbledore watched this, and expected that Harry's cell key would be a rusty one, but he was surprised when key the guard pulled of was a brand knew key, which looked to be made out of a jewel.

"That's an odd key." Dumbledore said curiously.

The guard didn't even look up. "It's a special key, specially made for our new addition here." Dumbledore look sceptical. "The keys carved from an ambient crystal, and has been imbued with the Grav An spell."

Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "Impressive. It is a good idea to put an energy nullifying spell around the cell, especially for someone of Potter's gifts."

The conversation ended as the guard put the key into the key hole and turned. As the doors opened, Dumbledore got his first glimpse of the cell. He had never really been in the cells of Azkaban, but he could guess what they looked like, and his guess hit the mark. The cell was just as dingy as the halls. Stone grey with moisture that never seemed to let up, with moss growing on it. The only sign of the outside came from the bared window near the ceiling, which was put that high with the purpose to stop prisoners from trying to find away out.

"Dumbledore?" Said a rough voice.

Dumbledore shook from his thoughts at the sound of his name. His eyes focused on the one responsible, the person he came to see, who was sitting against the cell wall, wearing the standard prisoner clothes of Azkaban with head downcast and hair covering his eyes.

"Harry." Dumbledore said mutually, while walking into the cell, with the guard waiting outside just encase something happened.

"I didn't know that we were back on first name basis." Harry asked rhetorically, his voice sounding rough. "You will address me as Mr. Potter."

A grim look fell on Dumbledore's face. It has only been a week and Harry sounded like he has been here for years he thought.

"Har… Mr. Potter." Dumbledore corrected, even though it sounded weird. "I wish to ask you some questions."

Harry remained silent, not even bothering to look up.

"It relates to the death of Cedric." Dumbledore said, getting to point and getting the desired effect from Harry, as he lifts his head.

Dumbledore's eyes dilated for second when he saw Harry face. Whatever happened in the week left Harry with more bruises then when the crowd started throwing stuff at him in anger. Even his eyes looked gloomed. Dumbledore didn't feel any sympathy, as shocking as it sounds. In the end, all he felt and thought for the boy was that it was a waste.

"The Ministry has begun an investigation into his death… they think you are responsible."

Harry instantly tried getting up, but it was slow and sluggish. "What are you talking about? You know perfectly well that I…"

"I know perfectly well what you are capable of Harry; your trial showed us that." Dumbledore cut in. "It came to the attention of the Wizengamot right after you were taken away."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "The Wizengamot are all bent, and my trial was sham. It was totally one sided. I insisted that you test me with the Veritaserum, but you didn't. I didn't have a chance in hell in saving myself from the lies."

"It wouldn't of worked, as did our attempts to read your memories. For some reason they wouldn't work on you. Besides, there was already enough evidence against you." Dumbledore explained in a matter of fact tone.

Harry just shook his head. "You still didn't try, you as well as the rest of the wizarding world owed me that much."

For a minute Dumbledore remained silent. What Harry said made a lot of sense. He along with the rest of the wizarding world did owe Harry for his sacrifices, but in the end that didn't void out the fact that he was a murderer.

"Mr. Potter, I came here hoping that you might confess to your crimes. And if you do this maybe we can have you moved somewhere else… somewhere safe." Harry looked him in the eyes suspiciously. "Even if you are a criminal you are still a threat to Voldermort's palns. In the end you are the only person who can defeat him."

Harry laughed at that, the truth finally coming out. "So that is why you're here! The Ministry didn't send you at all, you just want to use me… use me as a weapon to be exploited."

"Lives are at stake. If you don't fight then it will mean the end for the wizarding world as we know it." Dumbledore insisted.

Silence filled the cell once again, neither Harry nor Dumbledore saying anything. Harry back was turned as he thought deeply about the situation. Dumbledore waited silently, the twinkle in his eye showing with the thought that he has convinced Harry. After a while Harry finally turned around, and Dumbledore's twinkle vanished as he saw Harry sinuous smile.

"I won't do it; I won't fight your war or your misunderstood mistake!" Was his simple answer.

Dumbledore was gob smacked. "Harry I must insist…"

"I SAID DON'T EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME!" Harry shouted, and then taking deep breathes he calmed himself down. "I will not be a pawn for the Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry or anyone. I'd rather die then help those who turned on me."

"This isn't about your friends; it's about the future of the wizarding world."

"Correction, it's about me, it has always been about me." Harry paused. "When I defeated Voldermort the first time, everyone was happy, they'd talk about how I triumphed over evil at the age of one and how I saved them… but that is where it all became overrated." Harry saw Dumbledore's confusion. "The fame everyone placed on me made me into some kind of icon, some saviour who liberated them from evil. My life as I know it was set before I was even able to form words, and it's because of that, that everyone turns to me, expects me…" Harry paused while giving Dumbledore a glare. "… and forces me fight… and why?"

Dumbledore looked older then he was for that moment. "Because you are the only one who can." He answered.

"WRONG!" Harry shouted. "It's because I have no freedom… I was not anyone's saviour; I was made into one… I have no freewill, and now that I am in here it has become absolute." Harry sighed.

Dumbledore couldn't respond at all to Harry defiant speech. As much as he wished to try and convince him it would have been pointless. With nothing else to say on the matter he turned to leave.

"Dumbledore?" Harry called, making the said person turn around. "Eventually the truth will come out and when it does… you will see the folly of your mistakes, you and all those who wronged me, so don't expect anything from me when things come tumbling down." Harry gave a small laugh. "Know this… that all the pain I experience here won't be forgotten."

-----END OF FLASHBACK-----

"Sir Dumbledore, are you okay?"

Dumbledores eyes blinked a few times as he came back to reality. Looking around the room, he remembered where he was. He must have been so deep in thought that he forgot that the guard was waiting he thought.

"Sorry, I must have lost focus there Mr.?"

"Daven Rev." The guard responded proudly while puffing his chest.

"Mr. Rev, the reason we are here is in regards to Harry Potter."

The look on the guards face instantly changed to one of anger at the mention of that name. "Oh yes, that one. I take it that you're here for some questioning?"

Both Remus and Dumbledore nodded. "Something has happened that involves young Harry."

The guard looked at Dumbledore suspiciously as if trying to read him. "Sure follow me, but to tell you the truth, I don't think you'll get much out of him."

"What do you mean?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"After three years in Azkaban with the Dementors, Harry has become let's say… a few dragon eggs short of a nest." The guard said in attempted humour.

Remus and Dumbledore looked at each other worriedly at the mention of Harry's condition. With this in mind they made haste towards Harry cell, at 374.

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AN: This is just the draft/beta version that I will rewrite later, so it is only temporary. So R&R while it is up.