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Okay, clearing some dialogue things up:
"Normal Speech"
Parseltongue~
|Dementor Speech|
Harry picked himself up off the floor and looked around the cold, dark cell. In the corner of the small space there were bloodstains, which had clearly never been cleaned, and the room smelled of rotting flesh. He inspected his bed, which was a thin mat and a scratchy blanket on the floor of the cell, and promptly decided he would not sleep on that.
Walking over to his cell door, he noticed several prisoners had started whimpering and shaking in their cells. "What's up with you?" Harry asked a particularly shaky man.
"D-Dementors, over there!" he pointed down the hallway and Harry saw the shadowy figures making their way towards all the prisoners. When the man looked up, Harry's jaw hit the floor. The shivering, whimpering man was none other than Lucius Malfoy. Although, Harry realized that in Lucius's hysterical state, he probably hadn't recognized he was talking to Harry.
The dark monsters were getting closer and closer, but Harry had yet to feel any fear. Lucius had collapsed, as had many of the others, yet Harry was still waiting for the Dementors to make him feel any fear. Harry swore he could hear whispering, but he had no idea who it could be coming from. The group of Dementors split up, as two carried on and two stayed behind and stopped outside his cell door. His eyes flitted between to two, waiting for one of them to suck his soul out, but it never happened. He stood there, looking completely and utterly confused. The whispering returned, but this time he could make sense of what was being said. |Hello, Young Lord.| Dementor number one said, staring at Harry.
|Who are you? How can I understand you? Why are you calling me Young Lord?| Harry blurted out, a look of pure shock on his face.
|Breathe, Young Lord. I am Celosia, and my sister here is Trixie. You have the ability to understand us because you are our Lord.| Celosia stated, in a somewhat soothing tone.
|How do I tell the difference between you two? How is this happening? I'm NOT a Lord!| Harry hissed at the two Dementors staring blankly at him.
|Now, now, don't be silly! You are our Lord; you have been destined to rule and command us since you were a mere child! You can tell the difference between Dementors by the tint of their under-cloaks. Mine is magenta, and Trixie's is periwinkle.| Celosia told the confused teenager.
|Young Lord, you appear to be uncomfortable. I refuse to have my Lord live in such rotten quarters!| Trixie shrieked. Harry didn't understand how it was possible for Dementors to sound so human.
|Err- yes, my cell is quite uncomfortable. I'm quite confused though, I was around hundreds of Dementors about 3 years ago, and wasn't immune to them, nor could I speak to them.| Harry said, drawing attention away from his grime-covered cell.
|Ah, yes! I remember that day, my apologies, Young Lord. You were still close to the thieving fools at that point in time, and they had you under suppressions so we could not detect you.| Celosia told him.
|First of all, call me Harry. What do you mean by thieving fools?| Harry asked the two Dementors, who simply stared like he was an idiot.
|My apologies, Young Lo- Harry. You do not know? We have been checking on you for quite some time now. They have been plotting awful things, Harry. They have stolen your money, lied to you, and are planning on marrying you to some young redheaded banshee!| Trixie cried.
|They plan on marrying me to Ginny? That's odd. Have they done anything else of importance?| Harry asked.
|They want to keep you from your inheritances and locked in prison until the time comes for you to defeat their Dark Lord. They have created a marriage contract that you cannot destroy without your titles. Once you are married to the young red weasel, they will kill you and take your money and fame!| Trixie said, her voice growing louder, until she was shouting.
|Disgusting traitors. They are not worthy of you, Harry. Anyways, shall we get you out of this cell? We wish for you to be comfortable and healthy.| Celosia said, successfully changing the subject so Trixie stopped crying. Celosia opened the cell door, and Harry noticed the other prisoners were no longer quivering in fear, simply staring, mouths wide open.
|Why are they not scared anymore?| Harry asked.
|Now that you have come to us, we have the ability to turn our abilities on and off.| Celosia told him.
Harry walked out of his cell and fixed his eyes on Lucius, who had finally realized who Harry was. Lucius simply lowered his head, and Harry walked off, Celosia and an ecstatic Trixie leading him. They lead him through Azkaban for several minutes before coming to a stop in front of two large doors, which had the words, 'The Lord's Wing', engraved on them. Harry opened them and stared, eyes wide and jaw on the floor. Inside the doorway, he could say many other doorways, all with their purposes engraved on the doors. He looked around his new quarters, noting the beautiful decorations all around him.
Once he was finished exploring, he returned to Trixie and Celosia, who both seemed overjoyed that their Lord was adjusting to his new life well.
|Celosia, Trixie, thank you very much. Is there any way for me to meet some of the other Dementors? I understand I cannot meet them all at once, but I'd like to get to know some of them.| Harry questioned.
|Of course, Young Harry! We will bring them to your quarters after you have eaten tonight. For now, I suggest looking around, as you now practically own the prison.| Celosia snorted. Harry took her advice, and began walking around the levels of Azkaban, started at the low-security level. As he walked, he didn't notice any familiar faces, so he kept walking, as there would be no decent conversation there. Finally, 3 floors later, he began seeing people he had heard of. Most were lower-level Death Eaters, definitely no one he wanted to speak to.
He got back up to the floor he was first placed on, and walked down the hallways, humming to himself. He saw Rodolphus Lestrange, who simply scoffed and turned away. He started skipping down the hallways, practically mocking all who were locked up. He halted outside of Lucius's door and plopped down onto the cold, concrete floor. "Potter. Fancy seeing you here. What did you do, hex a first year?" Lucius spat.
"Of course not, dear Lucy! Do you think so low of me? I was simply minding my business, and here I am, framed for murder! Although, I must admit, Azkaban is quite lovely once you get out of your cell. You should come out and join me!" Harry said, and continued humming.
"Potter, were you, by any chance dropped on your head as a baby? Just in case you haven't noticed, we can't get out of our cells," Lucius sneered, looking at Harry like he was a madman.
"Well, that seems awfully boring. Maybe I'll bring you out for a cup of tea sometime!" Harry giggled, and then skipped away, singing at the top of his lungs. Lucius stared at Harry's retreating back, wondering if the Boy-Who-Lived had truly gone mad. Once Harry was out of sight, he immediately sobered up. Pretending to be insane would prove to be an issue if he didn't start getting used to it early. He walked back to his quarters, but the second he stepped through the doors, he was promptly shoved into a seat by two excited Dementors who had managed to get a feast for Harry.
He had barely taken a breath before being practically assaulted by Celosia and Trixie, who were about to start pushing spoonfuls of food down his throat if he didn't start eating. |Hello to you, too.| Harry deadpanned at the two sisters.
|Yes! Isn't it lovely! Once you're done eating, we will bring some of our friends and family in to see you. Everyone is already aware you are our Lord, as we could sense it as soon as you stepped foot in Azkaban.| Celosia rambled.
As soon as Harry had taken his last bite, his chair was spun around and 20 new Dementors glided into the room, stopping in front of him. They introduced themselves and their under-cloak colours before gliding away and bidding him goodnight. He did the same to them and then stood up and trudged into his bedroom.
He took off his ratty clothes and replaced them with dark green silk pajamas, which the Dementors had decided to put in his wardrobe. After all, they had decided their Lord would only have the best. Harry closed his closet doors and walked over to his bed, already half asleep. As soon as his head hit the pillow and he had pulled the covers over himself, he was out like a light.
AN: I'm obviously not going to be writing 8 years of just him in Azkaban, so I'm definitely going to have a few time skips in this.