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Innocent
Chapter 2-Azkaban
'Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!' 'Stand aside you silly girl.stand aside, now.' 'Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead' 'Not Harry! Please have mercy.have mercy
There was a blinding flash of green light, and a cold laugh. The laugh he knew too well.
The voices and screams faded as the Dementor floated past and left him trembling and sweating, full of horrible memories of the night his parents were killed by Voldemort. Once again, Harry broke down and started sobbing. Two weeks, and he already felt himself going insane.
He could hear people screaming and muttering to themselves; only yesterday the murderer in the cell next to him was dragged out in a white sack-he had slowly starved himself. Harry looked down at his shrunken stomach, and realised that he hadn't been eating either. Not that he cared. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, he didn't think of himself of alive, just existing. He couldn't tell day from night, the one small window was blocked by the dark walls surrounding the prison. Harry prayed that he would die in his sleep, but he continued to wake up in his cell, surrounded by Dementors that kept reminding him of his parent's death.
Harry felt sleep overcome him again, and he put his head down on the concrete floor and fell asleep.
* * * "Master, Potter's relatives are dead." The cold voice answered him. The voice of Lord Voldemort. "And where is Potter? Have you killed him?" There was a pause. A reluctant voice answered, "No master, not yet. He was captured by Ministry officials who took him to Azkaban. You said-sir you said you wanted to kill him yourself." Voldemort seemed pleased with this. "Very good Malfoy, I'll see that you are rewarded." "Thank-you master, you are very kind." "Now, to finish him off. The Dementors of Azkaban are awaiting my call-they have remained faithful and will obey me." "You are indeed very clever, master. When will this take place?" "Soon. Lucius. Soon."
* * *
Harry woke up with a start. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was it a dream? Or was it real? In this place it was hard to tell dreams from reality. Harry looked around uneasily, as if there might be a death eater behind him. Many were in here too, behind the bars of their ghastly cells.
He felt another wave of cold sickness, another Dementor. A sickly rotten hand emerged from it's black cloak, clutching a plate of stale bread and a mug of dirty water. It didn't linger long enough for the sounds of his parents to start in his head, but it still left him shivering. He looked at the food, but didn't touch it. He had stopped eating nearly a week ago.
He thought of his friends at Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione. What would they be doing now? What would they think of him? Would they think he was a murderer?
Just the thought of this made tears well in his green eyes, and Harry began to cry. He started silently sobbing, his diminished body moving up and down, before lifting his head and crying to his dark cell, his tiny corner of hell.
To be continued.
A/N: Hey guys! First of all, thanks to the world's greatest beta readers, Talia and fcuking cathy! Thanks for all the great reviews, they really make my day! Sorry this chapter's not as long; I'll try and make the next one longer. In the next chapter Sirius enters the story.
Innocent
Chapter 2-Azkaban
'Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!' 'Stand aside you silly girl.stand aside, now.' 'Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead' 'Not Harry! Please have mercy.have mercy
There was a blinding flash of green light, and a cold laugh. The laugh he knew too well.
The voices and screams faded as the Dementor floated past and left him trembling and sweating, full of horrible memories of the night his parents were killed by Voldemort. Once again, Harry broke down and started sobbing. Two weeks, and he already felt himself going insane.
He could hear people screaming and muttering to themselves; only yesterday the murderer in the cell next to him was dragged out in a white sack-he had slowly starved himself. Harry looked down at his shrunken stomach, and realised that he hadn't been eating either. Not that he cared. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, he didn't think of himself of alive, just existing. He couldn't tell day from night, the one small window was blocked by the dark walls surrounding the prison. Harry prayed that he would die in his sleep, but he continued to wake up in his cell, surrounded by Dementors that kept reminding him of his parent's death.
Harry felt sleep overcome him again, and he put his head down on the concrete floor and fell asleep.
* * * "Master, Potter's relatives are dead." The cold voice answered him. The voice of Lord Voldemort. "And where is Potter? Have you killed him?" There was a pause. A reluctant voice answered, "No master, not yet. He was captured by Ministry officials who took him to Azkaban. You said-sir you said you wanted to kill him yourself." Voldemort seemed pleased with this. "Very good Malfoy, I'll see that you are rewarded." "Thank-you master, you are very kind." "Now, to finish him off. The Dementors of Azkaban are awaiting my call-they have remained faithful and will obey me." "You are indeed very clever, master. When will this take place?" "Soon. Lucius. Soon."
* * *
Harry woke up with a start. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was it a dream? Or was it real? In this place it was hard to tell dreams from reality. Harry looked around uneasily, as if there might be a death eater behind him. Many were in here too, behind the bars of their ghastly cells.
He felt another wave of cold sickness, another Dementor. A sickly rotten hand emerged from it's black cloak, clutching a plate of stale bread and a mug of dirty water. It didn't linger long enough for the sounds of his parents to start in his head, but it still left him shivering. He looked at the food, but didn't touch it. He had stopped eating nearly a week ago.
He thought of his friends at Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione. What would they be doing now? What would they think of him? Would they think he was a murderer?
Just the thought of this made tears well in his green eyes, and Harry began to cry. He started silently sobbing, his diminished body moving up and down, before lifting his head and crying to his dark cell, his tiny corner of hell.
To be continued.
A/N: Hey guys! First of all, thanks to the world's greatest beta readers, Talia and fcuking cathy! Thanks for all the great reviews, they really make my day! Sorry this chapter's not as long; I'll try and make the next one longer. In the next chapter Sirius enters the story.