When Angels Die
By: Riley Cat
Ch: 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Are you ready to leave?" asked Dumbledore, looking calmly at Harry Potter. No matter how calm his face looked, on the inside all Dumbledore felt was pity and an immense load of guilt. How could he, the greatest Headmaster Hogworts has ever seen, believe that the Boy-Who-Lived could kill someone they loved like family? He had been blind to the truth and ten years later he was able to see what had really happened.
Harry turned his gaunt featured towards Dumbledores' face, seeing and yet not seeing the man who had spoke to him. Dumbledore gasped in shock. Those eyes that were once as bright as green flames stared blankly back at him, void of any personality. They looked nothing like Sirius Black's had when he had escaped from Azkaban; no, Harry's were worse, all broken and lifeless. Then again, Harry had been through much more than his godfather.
Dumbledore hid his shock and gently repeated his question. With a blank look and a tilted head, Harry finally rose from his spot on the filthy floor and walked to the bars of his cell. He waited while the bars pulled back, slowly opened, and relinquished their hold on Harry's freedom. Up and down the halls screaming could be heard and Harry knew that the dementor's were severely disappointed in losing their favorite chew toy. Merlin only knew how they agreed to allow Harry to leave.
Harry stepped out of his cell and followed Dumbledore out of his private hell. The first breath of fresh air took Harry by surprise. He looked around at the brightly light world around him and it hit him-he was free! Harry grinned broadly as he stretched, enjoying the feeling of the warm air wrapping itself around his body. Harry knew that no matter how long he toasted in the sun or bask in the heat around him, he would never like the day. It revealed too much about the world; instead he loved the cold night, the darkness that mirrored his soul and hid him from view.
"It is time that we leave Harry" said Dumbledore, breaking into Harry's thoughts. He nodded his dirty head and followed Dumbledore to an awaiting carriage. "This will take us to the outer limits of the prison area where we will floo to the mainland. After we arrive there, we will use a port key specially designed to take us to Hogworts" they settled themselves in to the carriage while the older wizard explained the plan. "You will be able to clean up when we arrive and later the others would like to see you." Harry's voice interrupted Dumbledore before he could continue any farther.
"Who wants to see me?" he croaked, his voice rusty from disuse. "Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley wish-" Harry started to laugh softly at the short list of names. "Do they honestly think I want to see them? Two of them I will speak to but the others helped throw me in to hell without a word said in my defense! Do they think that I might forgive them? I'll never forgive them for this nor will I ever forgive you." Harry turned his eyes on Dumbledore, his gaze a mirror of hate and broken faith. 'Poor Harry. Because of a mistake made from false evidence, we have broken your spirit. I am so sorry' thought Dumbledore.
His eyes must have shone the pity he felt, for Harry's next words shocked him "Don't pity me, asshole, don't you dare pity me! I have seen too much in my life to be pitied by a betraying jackass like you!" Harry's young face was so full of hate and rage that it shocked him to the bone. "Don't you dare pity me, old man, or I will do to you what I was throne into that hell of a prison for doing!" Dumbledore was scared at Harry's outburst but more afraid of that look in his eyes. Harry was serious and that made Dumbledores' job even harder. You shouldn't be afraid of the one you are trying to help.
Harry leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window. Most of the journey past in silence until he asked when they finally figured out he was innocent. Apparently, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were death eaters and ordered by Voldemort to hurt Harry. So, they decided to kill the Weasley twins in order to get Harry sent to Azkaban and out of Voldermorts way. A ministry worker switched the Veritaserum Potion that was supposed to be used on the real killers and they told the Ministry their made up story.
"So it's because of them that I was sent there. Good to know- now I can get my revenge" with an insane looking grin, Harry stared out the window in silence. Dumbledore gazed at Harry in horror and answered no more questions the rest of the ride.
AN: Sorry this is so long (or short) but I couldn't help it! I hope some one likes this story even though it makes absolutely no sense! I know I don't explain why Harry is not released immediately but it will be told in later chapters. I would like to thank those who reviewed and showed me my mistake. Please review and criticism is welcome. ~Ta-ta
By: Riley Cat
Ch: 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Are you ready to leave?" asked Dumbledore, looking calmly at Harry Potter. No matter how calm his face looked, on the inside all Dumbledore felt was pity and an immense load of guilt. How could he, the greatest Headmaster Hogworts has ever seen, believe that the Boy-Who-Lived could kill someone they loved like family? He had been blind to the truth and ten years later he was able to see what had really happened.
Harry turned his gaunt featured towards Dumbledores' face, seeing and yet not seeing the man who had spoke to him. Dumbledore gasped in shock. Those eyes that were once as bright as green flames stared blankly back at him, void of any personality. They looked nothing like Sirius Black's had when he had escaped from Azkaban; no, Harry's were worse, all broken and lifeless. Then again, Harry had been through much more than his godfather.
Dumbledore hid his shock and gently repeated his question. With a blank look and a tilted head, Harry finally rose from his spot on the filthy floor and walked to the bars of his cell. He waited while the bars pulled back, slowly opened, and relinquished their hold on Harry's freedom. Up and down the halls screaming could be heard and Harry knew that the dementor's were severely disappointed in losing their favorite chew toy. Merlin only knew how they agreed to allow Harry to leave.
Harry stepped out of his cell and followed Dumbledore out of his private hell. The first breath of fresh air took Harry by surprise. He looked around at the brightly light world around him and it hit him-he was free! Harry grinned broadly as he stretched, enjoying the feeling of the warm air wrapping itself around his body. Harry knew that no matter how long he toasted in the sun or bask in the heat around him, he would never like the day. It revealed too much about the world; instead he loved the cold night, the darkness that mirrored his soul and hid him from view.
"It is time that we leave Harry" said Dumbledore, breaking into Harry's thoughts. He nodded his dirty head and followed Dumbledore to an awaiting carriage. "This will take us to the outer limits of the prison area where we will floo to the mainland. After we arrive there, we will use a port key specially designed to take us to Hogworts" they settled themselves in to the carriage while the older wizard explained the plan. "You will be able to clean up when we arrive and later the others would like to see you." Harry's voice interrupted Dumbledore before he could continue any farther.
"Who wants to see me?" he croaked, his voice rusty from disuse. "Professor Snape, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley wish-" Harry started to laugh softly at the short list of names. "Do they honestly think I want to see them? Two of them I will speak to but the others helped throw me in to hell without a word said in my defense! Do they think that I might forgive them? I'll never forgive them for this nor will I ever forgive you." Harry turned his eyes on Dumbledore, his gaze a mirror of hate and broken faith. 'Poor Harry. Because of a mistake made from false evidence, we have broken your spirit. I am so sorry' thought Dumbledore.
His eyes must have shone the pity he felt, for Harry's next words shocked him "Don't pity me, asshole, don't you dare pity me! I have seen too much in my life to be pitied by a betraying jackass like you!" Harry's young face was so full of hate and rage that it shocked him to the bone. "Don't you dare pity me, old man, or I will do to you what I was throne into that hell of a prison for doing!" Dumbledore was scared at Harry's outburst but more afraid of that look in his eyes. Harry was serious and that made Dumbledores' job even harder. You shouldn't be afraid of the one you are trying to help.
Harry leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window. Most of the journey past in silence until he asked when they finally figured out he was innocent. Apparently, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were death eaters and ordered by Voldemort to hurt Harry. So, they decided to kill the Weasley twins in order to get Harry sent to Azkaban and out of Voldermorts way. A ministry worker switched the Veritaserum Potion that was supposed to be used on the real killers and they told the Ministry their made up story.
"So it's because of them that I was sent there. Good to know- now I can get my revenge" with an insane looking grin, Harry stared out the window in silence. Dumbledore gazed at Harry in horror and answered no more questions the rest of the ride.
AN: Sorry this is so long (or short) but I couldn't help it! I hope some one likes this story even though it makes absolutely no sense! I know I don't explain why Harry is not released immediately but it will be told in later chapters. I would like to thank those who reviewed and showed me my mistake. Please review and criticism is welcome. ~Ta-ta