Authors note: Another chapter, I'm getting these done so quickly, I'm usually not this fast! This one's quite a bit shorter but I wanted to post another, so I did!
If anyone has any questions about this story or suggestions on what should happen next than please let me know!
The Harry Potter universe belongs to Joanne Rowling. Have fun reading! :)
Harry opened his eyes; he hadn't realised he'd closed them. He then became aware he was walking, that was odd he didn't want to walk but he was. He looked around, there were cells all around him, he supposed he was in Azkaban.
"James?" A raspy voice came from a cell across the hallway. Harry turned his head confused. "What?" He asked. "Harry!" The man stood up. "Do I know you?" Harry asked. "No but I know you." The man said quickly. "That's not uncommon." Harry said turning away.
The two aurors were still holding Harry's arms as they lead him forward.
He found himself inside a cell and as soon as the cell door was locked, he had control over his legs again. He sat down on the floor and studied the other occupants of the cells across from him.
"It's him! It's the Potter boy!" A different man cried from his own cell, "The one who defeated the Dark Lord!" "I am." Harry stated. "Did you support him?" He asked. "Of course, I did you lunatic." The man snapped. "He's back." Harry whispered. A grin spread across the man's face.
Harry leant back against the wall of his cell; he was already bored.
He decided that maybe counting would occupy himself, so he began to count for as long as he could.
It was when he hit 7,470 when Voldemort arrived.
"Finally." Harry sighed. Voldemort flicked his wand and Harry was free.
"Can we leave now?" Harry asked. Voldemort handed Harry his wand. "You got my wand back!" Harry cheered. "I got my own and yours." Voldemort said simply. "Okay." Harry said pocketing his wand.
Voldemort held out his arm and Harry took it.
Harry stumbled but managed to stay upright. "Did you see I killed a frog with the killing curse?" He asked. "Yes." Voldemort answered walking back up to the doors of Malfoy Manor. Harry ran after him, "I tried once but it didn't work and then I tried again and it did! I did it so quick!" "I killed my first time." Voldemort said simply. Harry shrugged still feeling pleased with himself.
As they entered the manor every death eater turned to them. "You're back." One said. "All I did was kill a frog and then I found myself in Azkaban." Harry complained. A few death eaters laughed and the others just smiled.
"What can we do?" Harry asked Voldemort. "You are doing nothing; I'm not breaking you out of Azkaban again." He spat. "That's not fair, everyone else can do what they want." Harry said grumpily. "You're eleven, they are adults." "I'm twelve not eleven." Harry snapped. "No difference." "There is. A whole year difference in fact." Harry scowled.
Voldemort ignored him and turned away. Harry cursed and stomped upstairs.
He slammed the bedroom door behind himself and walked over to the window. He looked down, it looked higher up than the night before. He walked over to his bed and flopped down on it.
"Would Mr Potter like any food?" Harry shrieked and fell off his bed.
"Dobby is sorry, sir." Harry looked up to see a creepy looking creature. He shuddered. "What are you?" Harry asked. "Dobby is a house elf, sir." Dobby answered.
"Bloody house elves." Harry muttered.