His magic surrounded him, comforting him from the torture that he goes through. The area around him was dark, so very dark. With the lights out, he couldn't see his own hand. What's in this void of darkness? It didn't take long for his eyes to get used to the darkness, as it's where he lived for the first eleven years of his life.
(He sees his malnourished body and his mattress under his stairs.)
Laughing with hysteria, he looked around once more. His friends were here with him, covered in grime and blood. Their tired eyes showed the hardships they've gone through. This group has been with him for years, running for their life and sanity.
A guard entered the cell he resided in. With armor on and wand in hand, muggles would think it was cosplay.
"You've been designated to a new room," The guard said, their eyes glaring at him. The guard pushed him to the halls of the dungeons. Screams filled his ears while people clawed the ground, searching for an escape. Too soon, he was thrown into a new cell, this one worse than the other. It has no bed, only a bucket to pee in.
He frowned, his new cellmates finally noticing him. A laugh echoed out his mouth from the insanity of this all. He was their savior, now he's their enemy. The laugh turned into sobs, but no tears escaped his eyes. It was too late for tears - his dehydrated body trying to save all the water it can.
The cell was filled with the friends that stayed with him through thick and thin. They were the ones who ran with him - the ones that fought with him. Was this a new torture? Why did he have to see his friends fall slowly to their death and insanity?
Dead bodies filled the cell, the guards not caring about the cleanliness of the prison. Their only reason they were there was to keep the traitors from escaping.
Unfocused eyes turned to the sound of heels clapping against the ground. A laugh escaped the person.
"So pathetic," The woman said, "A traitor to the light. You deserve to be here with your fellow cohorts."
His eyes focused for the first time in a long time.
"Ginny?" He rasped out.
"Don't call me that. I'm Ginerva to you," Ginerva said. Her red hair was messy, exactly like Bellatrix Lestrange's hair.
"You are a monster," He said, noticing the blood on her clothes.
"No, you are the monster, Harry Potter. We could've been happy together, but you betrayed us." Ginerva said.
(What happened to the girl he loved?)
A woman next to Ginerva stepped forward. She looked the same as Ginerva, but older.
"I hope you rot in hell, Ronald," Molly Weasley spat. The boy next to Harry seemed to freeze up in shock.
"Why?" Ronald said so quietly that only those next to him heard.
"Speak up, No-Name," Molly said.
"Why?" Ronald asked.
"You betrayed us in thinking that you hated Potter the same as us," She said.
Words of taunting spilled out of the two mouths. Slowly, their fragile sanity broke with each word. The golden trio, Dumbledore's pets. Ron Weasley next to the boy-who-lived, hugging close, crying tears of clear depression. His red hair seemed to cover his eyes. Hermione Granger next to the red-headed boy, screaming with all she had into his shoulder. Her hair was flattened against her face, hiding it from view. Harry Potter, the boy-who-was-betrayed, sat next to Ron with a blank stare. His black hair was red from blood.
(Aren't they so broken?)
Ron Weasley once was a jealous prat, once was a betrayer. Once he was like all the others outside of their cell. Then he started to think, which their ruler, Albus Dumbledore, did not want. He thought as to why he betrayed his best friend, his first friend. Why did he abandon Harry when the cup spilled his name out? Thoughts floated in his head. This is when he started to oppose Dumbledore, the Lord of the Light. Started to oppose those he once called mother and father. The one he'd once called sister.
His opposition got him thrown in a cell. Ron was tortured for being a betrayer. Wasn't he broken enough? They used only light spells, but it hurt so much. How could good spells hurt more than evil spells? He again wondered if there was even a line between good and evil. Ron had all the time in the world, so he started to find a way out of his cell, a way to apologize to those he betrayed. He just needed to find a way. When he thought he'd found a way out, he was thrown into another cell. A cell where others were. Where the people he betrayed were. Tears flooded his eyes and he hugged his friends; he said sorry.
(He's so sorry. Forgive him.)
Hermione Granger once was a bossy know-it-all. Once she was a girl that wanted to learn everything she could get her hands on. Once she was a girl who looked up to authority figures like they were gods. Soon, her brain became too fast, became too big. It started to learn things that others labeled dark. Those around her started to become scared of her. Scared of her potential. Her potential to be the strongest witch of the 20th and 21st centuries.
They betrayed her for her smarts. Betrayed her for her thinking ability, her big brain. Those outside her cell, outside in the real world, feared her. They feared her potential to be a threat, a leader stronger than Lord Voldemort.
They could've had her as an ally. Had her as a researcher. Yet, they decided to act on their fear and banished her to a cell with others. Others that seemed so broken. So betrayed.
(She is smart. Defeat her.)
Harry Potter once was a naive little boy. So naive of how people act. How people could betray you for the smallest thing. He once wanted recognition, wanted to have somebody want him. He thought he'd finally had his dreams fulfilled when a half-giant burst through his relative's door. Finally, Harry would be loved after his savior took him away from his own personal hell. There, he thought, he would finally get positive love. Positive love for who he was: the-boy-who-lived. Yet, the boy-who-lived was a lie. A bedtime story created for small children.
Years passed and challenges were conquered. He was still so happy about having a family. That all disappeared when they threw him away. They called him a dark lord. They called him evil. He finally decided that if they wanted a dark lord, they were going to get it. He was done with this game of chess. They had thrown him in a cell where he was slowly going insane with those that joined him in this hell. He decided he was going to come out. He was going to kill. Nobody was allowed to stop him from taking his revenge.
(He is powerful. Fear him.)
(The Golden Trio)
Draco Malfoy seemed to stay in the corner, staring into space with his silver eyes. His blond hair was a mess rather than its usual slicked-back look. Luna Lovegood smiled with her wispy look, insanity clear for those around to see. Clouded eyes seemed to look through the souls of the trio; hope in her eyes. Susan Bones seemed to shine with betrayal at the wall. Her own auntie betrayed her for the 'law'. Neville Longbottom stared at the floor blankly. His mind ran miles per minute, thinking of a way to get out of here. That was all he'd been doing for years.
It was not time yet.
(How would they get out of here?)
Draco Malfoy once was a pompous brat. Once he was spoiled beyond belief. Once he was privileged. Used to join a dark lord, one of the greatest dark lords of the century. Draco Malfoy once was a Death Eater. A brand on his arm as he called a filthy half-breed my lord. He was ashamed of himself. Now, however, he was proud. He was proud that he used to not like the light side. Proud that he hated those disgusting muggles, ants to his superior status.
He was sent here because once, he was a death eater. He was branded as a slave. Even when he turned spy for all things good and light. He hated himself. He questioned all his life decisions.
(He is proud. Discard him.)
"Luna Lovegood is crazy," others said. "She makes up imaginary creatures," everyone but this group said. "Everything she says is all made up. Everyone she talks to is insane. Every creature she talks to is imaginary."
Yet, what if it was all a mask? A mask that hid her ability. Her ability made her insane. An ability that made everyone fear her and want to use her.
Her childhood friend betrayed her. A childhood friend that never saw through the mask. The childhood friend tossed her aside like a broken object. The childhood friend that never saw her coming. It was all planned. Getting tossed in this invisible cage of her visions. It was all planned.
(She is crazy. Taunt her.)
Susan Bones didn't deserve this fate. She once was a lowly Hufflepuff. Once she was a peaceful person. She was a beautiful girl that all the purebloods wanted, for her connections to the corrupted Ministry of Magic were great. She once blushed at the simplest compliments. Now, she was full of revenge. Full of hate.
She was betrayed by the one she trusted the most. Her auntie. For those stupid, insane, corrupt, laws.
(She is vengeful. Hate her.)
Neville Longbottom was believed to be a squib. A creature without magic. Not human or sentient. Just a mindless monster. He had no feelings. He had no life. He just was. When he started to show magic, it was believed to be weak. He might've been the boy-who-lived if he were a half-blood. Might've been manipulated if he had been born a day later.
Then, as Harry Potter was thrown into jail, he was declared the savior. He couldn't hold this untold weight. The weight of the world. He wished and he wished he could join his friends in the depths of hell. He got his wish to come true when he refused to follow the Old Man. The Manipulative Man. The Person Behind The Scenes. Albus Dumbledore.
(What did they do to get this horrible fate?)
(There once was a normal house in a very normal neighborhood. This house was like every other house on the street. Row after row they stood, uniform and identical in every feature. It was very normal. Well, to them it was. To others, the sameness was bothersome.
"Look at the lines of houses that are exactly the same," they whispered. "How could you find your own house?"
However, this house was not the same as others. It had one different thing. This house had a very freaky nephew. A nephew that did very Strange Things. So, whenever a Strange Thing happened, they blamed it on this nephew. That's if anyone knew he existed. The only time people could see this nephew was in the backyard. He didn't go to school. Didn't learn anything. Yet, he could do math equations like a math genius.
(Yet, he could read as fast as a falcon dives.)
So, we zoomed into this little boy, that seemed about eight years old, and we observed. Who knew that he could be so interesting? This boy was special.
(What is his name?)
(Harry Potter)
Harry Potter, famous for something he didn't do. Famous for something he didn't remember. Something he didn't want to remember. He didn't know his fame. He didn't know Magic. Just that he did Strange Things. Strange Things like making his relatives hurt. Making his relatives follow his orders. He was famous for something that his mother did. Something that the wizarding world viewed as dark magic. Evil magic. Things that they didn't understand.)
Luna, once again with her all-seeing eyes, came up with a plan. Her wispy smile shined in the cell. Hope glowed, making her ethereal beauty seem more godly. Luna revealed herself to be a seer.
"There is still hope in the world," She said with finality. The solution was to pray to the deity of magic. So, for every day of every month of every year, they hoped and prayed. They loved the deity like a child to their parents. The plan succeeded and they traveled back in time with those they trust.
(Six heroes who were betrayed by those they protect.)
(One villain with manipulation in his mind that made him so)
Welcome to the World of Chaos.