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Innocent
Chapter 1-Welcome to Azkaban.
A beam of warm sunlight lit up the dark room in which Harry Potter was sleeping. He turned over onto his stomach and pulled the blanket over his face. It was too early to get up and face the Dursley's. Without opening his eyes, Harry reached over to get his glasses and spilled the glass of water that was next to his glasses.
"Shit."
Harry moaned, put on his glasses and stood up. He walked over to his calendar, and crossed off the next day. Another boring day. Harry got dressed, brushed his untidy black hair and picked up the glass which was on the ground next to his bed. At least he wasn't woken up by skin crawl, and he was filled with terror. Dudley this morning; he had grown accustomed to being punched in the stomach before having insults hurled at him at the breakfast table.
In fact, today was usually quiet for the Dursley family.
Harry went downstairs; unaware of what was awaiting him in the kitchen.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
His aunt, uncle and cousin lay at his feet. They looked unharmed, save their blank eyes that seemed to stare into the distance.
Harry felt his stomach sink. He knew what must have happened to them, he knew all too well that it was an Unforgivable Curse, and that it was obviously an attempt to kill him. The thought that a dark wizard was in the house made his skin crawl. The tall boy stood still, rooted to the ground next to his three relatives. Suddenly, knocking on the door pulled him from his trance-like state. As Harry walked towards the front door he saw black figures at the door. There must be five.no ten people out there.
He opened the door, and two men immediately grabbed him and pulled him outside.
A large black truck awaited him, and he winced as the men tightened the grip on his shoulders. He looked back at the house, and was thrown into the truck. Its heavy door closed leaving him in the dark. Harry was in shock. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His mind was racing.
Who killed the Dursley's?
Where are these people taking me?
Tears started flowing down his pale face, and he curled himself into a ball to get warm. It was getting colder.
After a while, the truck came to a halt, and Harry shielded his face from the light as the door opened. Two men grabbed him. Harry looked up.
The building in front of him seemed to loom above him. It was like no place he had seen before; like an enormous black warehouse with several small windows. No plant or animal was in sight, save a few dead bushes to the side. Some birds flew out of a gap in the roof, which looked as if it was made of iron. A cold wind chilled him to the bone, and he shivered. The two large handles on the doors were round, and had the letter A engraved on them.
A tall man dressed in long black robes came out of the huge doors, and walked towards Harry. He had long brown hair, and scars across his rough face. He spoke in a gruff voice.
"I'll take him from here."
The man took him and led him into a small dark room. It was empty except for a black bench next to him and another door at the end of the room.
Harry was terrified; the atmosphere of this place seemed to suck the life out of everything. Tears started to well in his vibrant green eyes, and he could barely walk. Cobwebs hung in the corner, and the room had a dank and musty smell. He took Harry by the shoulder and sat him down on the bench.
"Welcome to Azkaban, boy."
A/N: If you want me to continue this story, review! Please?
Innocent
Chapter 1-Welcome to Azkaban.
A beam of warm sunlight lit up the dark room in which Harry Potter was sleeping. He turned over onto his stomach and pulled the blanket over his face. It was too early to get up and face the Dursley's. Without opening his eyes, Harry reached over to get his glasses and spilled the glass of water that was next to his glasses.
"Shit."
Harry moaned, put on his glasses and stood up. He walked over to his calendar, and crossed off the next day. Another boring day. Harry got dressed, brushed his untidy black hair and picked up the glass which was on the ground next to his bed. At least he wasn't woken up by skin crawl, and he was filled with terror. Dudley this morning; he had grown accustomed to being punched in the stomach before having insults hurled at him at the breakfast table.
In fact, today was usually quiet for the Dursley family.
Harry went downstairs; unaware of what was awaiting him in the kitchen.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
His aunt, uncle and cousin lay at his feet. They looked unharmed, save their blank eyes that seemed to stare into the distance.
Harry felt his stomach sink. He knew what must have happened to them, he knew all too well that it was an Unforgivable Curse, and that it was obviously an attempt to kill him. The thought that a dark wizard was in the house made his skin crawl. The tall boy stood still, rooted to the ground next to his three relatives. Suddenly, knocking on the door pulled him from his trance-like state. As Harry walked towards the front door he saw black figures at the door. There must be five.no ten people out there.
He opened the door, and two men immediately grabbed him and pulled him outside.
A large black truck awaited him, and he winced as the men tightened the grip on his shoulders. He looked back at the house, and was thrown into the truck. Its heavy door closed leaving him in the dark. Harry was in shock. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His mind was racing.
Who killed the Dursley's?
Where are these people taking me?
Tears started flowing down his pale face, and he curled himself into a ball to get warm. It was getting colder.
After a while, the truck came to a halt, and Harry shielded his face from the light as the door opened. Two men grabbed him. Harry looked up.
The building in front of him seemed to loom above him. It was like no place he had seen before; like an enormous black warehouse with several small windows. No plant or animal was in sight, save a few dead bushes to the side. Some birds flew out of a gap in the roof, which looked as if it was made of iron. A cold wind chilled him to the bone, and he shivered. The two large handles on the doors were round, and had the letter A engraved on them.
A tall man dressed in long black robes came out of the huge doors, and walked towards Harry. He had long brown hair, and scars across his rough face. He spoke in a gruff voice.
"I'll take him from here."
The man took him and led him into a small dark room. It was empty except for a black bench next to him and another door at the end of the room.
Harry was terrified; the atmosphere of this place seemed to suck the life out of everything. Tears started to well in his vibrant green eyes, and he could barely walk. Cobwebs hung in the corner, and the room had a dank and musty smell. He took Harry by the shoulder and sat him down on the bench.
"Welcome to Azkaban, boy."
A/N: If you want me to continue this story, review! Please?