A/n: Hey this is my first fic please no flames. If I get any they will be used to

light Riddles house on fire. Please R&R. Thank you

Disclaimer: I only own the Rouge and its members except one.

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A Tortured Soul

by: The_Phantom

Escape

Harry Potter sighed as he watched the rain fall from the sky outside his prison cell.

It had been three weeks since he had been arrested and placed in Azkaban. He snarled to

himself at the thought of it. As if he could commit the crime he had been accused for. He

slammed his fist against the solid stone cell wall.

"WHY," he yelled "WHY DID YOU BELIEVE HIM OVER ME?" He sat down

on his small cot and started to cry "why," he asked himself "I was there best friend he was

there worst enemy. Why did they believe him?" The tears spilled down his cheeks as the

dementors made him remember.

*Flashback*

Harry smiled at Ron as he waved the snitch over his head yelling.

"RON WE WON WE WON THE CUP!" Ron & all the other members of the Gryffindor

Quidditch team slammed into him. As they sunk to the ground he noticed several Ministry

members standing on the field with their wands drawn.

Harry looked quizzically at Dumbledore who was standing on the field, his

normal joyful expression completely wiped from his face. As they reached the ground Harry

noticed Blaise Zabini standing beside Dumbledore. The Auror's (for that is what they were)

hurried forward shoving through the team to get to Harry.

Finally one made it through. He glared down at Harry as he spoke. "Harry Potter,

you are under arrest for the Murder of Cedric Diggory and Millicent Bulstrode."

Harry gawked at him startled. "What are you talking about?"

The Auror sneered at him. He dug through his pockets, pulled out a warrant and said

"don't play dump Potter. We have enough evidence to put you in Azkaban for life." Harry

just kept gawking and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he feinted.

*End Flashback*

Harry growled under his breath at the injustice of it all. He then stood and

started to pace the floor. Then he moved to the door of his cell and looked out. There were

the dementor guards. He smirked. Being locked in a high security cell had its own

advantages. Like being underground for example. Apparently the wizard who had made

Azkaban hadn't expected a muggle raised Wizard to ever be locked in the high security cells.

He smirked as he moved the cot out of place and crawled into the tunnel. As he reached the

end he started to dig, with his hands upward. Slowly he made his way and found the light.

As he got there he saw he was on the far side of the prison. He looked around for them,

they said they would be here.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind a shadow passed overhead. He looked

up and saw a muggle helicopter hovering overhead. He gawked at it and pulled himself to

his senses as a rope ladder was lowered to him. He quickly climbed it and clambered into

the chopper as it started to fly away. A girl pulled him into a seat and asked him. "Are you

all right?"

Harry nodded and said "are you The Rouge?" Then the girl smiled. She nodded

at Harry and said "you should get some sleep." Then she handed him a dreamless sleep

potion and said " here for dreamless sleep." Harry took the potion, swallowed it and fell

fast asleep.

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When he awoke Harry was no longer in the chopper.

He was lying on a soft Queen size bed. The sheets were a dull white

as was everything in the room. Except the two people sitting in the

bedside chairs. Harry slowly sat up and looked at two of his saviors.

The girl smiled at him, boy (not much older looking than him) did the same.

"Hi" said the girl "I take it your Harry? Well I'm Snake

leader of The Rouge." It was then that Harry noticed that she did

look sort of like a snake.

"I" said the boy next to here " am Wolf, her personal

bodyguard." Snake then shoved Wolf out of his chair. "No" she

said "you're the lead spy." Wolf grinned at her wolfishly (he hee)

"Yea, so what?" Snake looked at him & shook her head " I don't

need a bodyguard, how do you think I got to be Queen of The

Rouge?" Wolf thought a minute as he climbed back into his chair

then replied "by your shear beauty?" Snake grinned and punched

Wolf sending him again flying from his chair into the wall.

Harry could not help but laugh at their antics. Then the

door opened and a 15-year-old boy that Harry knew well walked in.

Harry gasped what was HE doing here?

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A/N: ha ha ha cliffhangers don't you love them! ^_^