A/N: Sorry that I have been so long. I completely forgot about fanfiction, and had severe writers block. It was definitely very 'insolitam' (JOKE!) for me. Read chapter 1 if you do not get it. Anyway, I own HP about as much as Harry does, and currently he is in Askaban. And I don't think you can own a book series when you are in jail… Anyway, this one is going to be sad. And possibly rated T+ (Between a T and an M).

Chapter rating: T+ (Is this a thing?)

Chapter 3

Released

Cries and screams rang through the corridor. His alarm clock. He was one of the last cells to be visited, so he had ample time to prepare. Still, he did not have long to wait now. A week. Then he would not think. It would all be over, and there would just be a shell. With his bloodstained hands, he scratched another mark. It was now… June? July? Suddenly, the shape appeared at his door. He prepared, he built up his mental blockades. Still, nothing could prepare him every time an onslaught came his way…

Hermione, Ron, James, and Lily watched the island get closer and closer and closer. James felt a chill the likes of which he hadn't felt since… Well, since Godric's Hollow. Lily felt great fear. Hermione had read up on Dementors and Askaban, but nothing prepared you for this. Ron was asleep. He was dreaming of eating a Pumpkin Pie, and being far, far away. Sensible. The boat moored up. A Dementor moved up. Ron woke. James showed the Dementors their passes. The Dementors simply stood to one side. James tried not to rock the boat overly. Lily got out. Hermione ignored the Dementors, and Ron stared wide-eyed at them. Still, they had finally won the legal battle. Now to rescue what was left. One prisoner stared wide-eyed. Another simply closed their eyes. CVE401 was the cell they were to find. They had the only key. CVE398, CVE399, CVE400… CVE401. The light was off. James opened the door. He felt for the light. And gasped at what he saw.

Mould covered the room. Cracks, sharp enough to cut through flesh, were all over the concrete walls. Bloodstains were everywhere, and there was a particularly large pool of it on the floor. A small figure was huddled in the corner. He was deathly thin, horribly white, and was curled up in a foetal position, gently rocking from side to side. Harry. Hundreds of tally marks covered one wall.

"Harry?" Asked Ron. Hermione and Lily asked the same seconds later, and James just stood there in shock. How? Why?

Hermione tried again. She gently kneeled down next to Harry, and asked him if he was okay. Without warning, Harry reached for her pocket, and pulled out a pen and notebook. He began writing. He showed his first sentence to the group. They were astonished.

'Dementors tortured me and flayed my skin, as well as cutting my tongue off."

A/N: How hard it was not to end it there…

'Every day, the torture. Day… 15. Day 15 was hard. The hatred that came with realisation of who and why I was here.' Harry wrote. Of course. There hadn't been any evidence as to who, and when asked, Harry had just shaken his head. They had begun to get him out, and James was carrying him to the boat. Harry's legs were too weak to stand.

'And then, I began to show desperation. My mistake. Because the Dementors noticed that. And they took that as a reason. Or an excuse. I was beaten every day, and they lifted me up and beat my head against a wall, blood everywhere. I guess they were tired of screams. So I had my tongue cut. But I still cried. And desperately tried to get out. But to no avail.' Harry wrote. They were now on the boat, and several times, Harry had stopped and briefly sobbed. They rowed on.

"We all saw it. We couldn't explain it, but we all saw it." Hermione began. Harry had now been returned to Hogwarts, where Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff had all written apology cards. Hermione filled Harry in on what had happened in Hogwarts and in the Ministry.

"We tried to protest that you would never do such a thing, but Draco's dad is a member of the Ministry. It was only when I performed charms to prove that your wand had been confounded and that someone had put you under the Imperius curse, a curse used by dark wizards to control the mids of others, did they consider holding a second trial. But that took months. We were all so, so sad Harry. And we're all really, really sorry for what happened. We hope you'll forgive us." Hermione explained. Harry met that with a nod. He curled up, and turned into his snake form. He was asleep in ten minutes.

Hermione and Ron tutored Harry over the next few days, about all the things that they had learnt. Quirrel had been sacked, and replaced by a new professor, Harry's uncle (although not through blood) Lupin. Harry showed great excitement at this, and all through the Easter holidays, was determined to have him tutoring him instead of his friends. On the first day he was able to actually go around school (Madame Pomfrey was very, very, very determined that he would not leave), he walked into the great hall in a very bright mood. Today was when school begun, and he bounded into the room, practally skipping. He briefly glared at Draco Malfoy, and then sat down. He loved freedom. But he was tired. Very tired. He had not been sleeping well recently, ever since he had come back. On the bright side, Pomfrey had been able to fix his tongue. A very bright side. He chatted, laughed, and smiled with his friends, and they ate breakfast together, happy and excited for the upcoming day.

Anger. Pure anger ran through Draco's veins. He was angry at this. Potter was happy, free, and well. How could he do it? He fumed. In potions, Harry attempted to give him a friendly smile. Draco growled. In DADA, Harry attempted to hex him with a spell of love, meaning that his love would love him for the entire day. Draco dodged. Potter seemed to have forgiven Draco. Bad. During dinner, Harry came over and gave him a present. A small, model broom. Harry was really into Quiddich, the main wizarding sport, and so was Draco. Draco simply crushed it under his foot. And as the summer began, Draco formulated a plan. A very evil plan. One that could get rid of Potter for good.

A/N: I have no schedule, so you may wait a long time or a short time for the evil plan. But it is very evil…