A young man was sitting in his cell deep in bowls of Azkaban. Long, dark
matted hair framed his thin, pale face. Shadowed green eyes partially
hidden between long locks that were falling into his face closed from the
physical strain.
Twenty-four year old Harry Potter had by no means gone mad. He was currently using the bars on his lone window to do excessive amounts of pull- ups. Intense exercise was one of the things that had helped to keep him sane all these years. In addition to that, Harry Potter, much like his ex- godfather, was an unregistered Animagus. When his mothers screams became to much for him, he would transform into a regal black hawk with bright green eyes and a single silver feather on his left wing and fly up to the tiny window, providing him with his only view of the outside world for the last seven years.
Harry dropped down from the window, and collapsed on the pile of bug infested rags that served for his bed. Panting, he let his mind wonder. He thought about those who had betrayed him, tears coming to his eyes as he thought of his dead best friend. His thoughts turned to Sirius. His betrayal hurt more that anyone else's, Remus running a close second. What they had said to him had broken his heart. He had tried over and over to make himself hate them, but he couldn't. All he felt was an overwhelming since of betrayal.
He missed the people who had betrayed him, yes, but he knew that he could never forgive them. All he wanted now was to get out of prison, and live in a small cottage, away from everyone. Just him, and his magic. At the thought of the magic that had been taken from him, anger welled up in him. That was the one thing that he missed the most. He would never forget the look of Fudge's face when he snapped his precious wand. He smiled as he thought of his first year, when Ron and he fought the troll. He smiled and glanced over at the food that had just appeared by the cell door. "Wingardium Leviosa" he whispered, closing his eyes and wishing that he could only have his magic back. He opened his eyes, and almost fainted from shock. His bowl of.food.if it could be called that, was hovering near the curved ceiling of his cell. "Accio" he whispered, and it flew to his outstretched had. "Bloody Hell." he whispered in awe. "How is this possible?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Well, he supposed it wasn't all that far fetched. A wand only channeled a wizard's magic. After all, he had no wand when he set the Python on Dudley, or blew up his Aunt Marge. His eyes temporaraly lit up. "Expecto Patronum!" he cried, thinking of getting out of the god forsaken cell. The silver stag erupted from his hand. He smiled wryly, a warm feeling spreading through his body. "Prongs" It was like having an old friend back.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were speeding through the misty waves towards the feared fortress. As they drew nearer, Sirius shivered. "I never wanted to come back here." he whispered shakily. "Never." Remus put his arms around his husband and kissed his brow. "I know Siri, I know. In and out ok?"
They walked into the dreary front gate; colds sweeping over them as any happy thoughts they had were sucked out of them. They handed a small package to what they presumed was the Head Guard, and it merely withdrew it into its robes and glided from the room.
Remus put one arm around a trembling Sirius. "Almost through." he whispered.
Two more dementors glided into the room, a young man in between them.
Sirius and Remus gasped. Harry was thin, and pale, there was no doubt about that. But, they could see his bare chest, and by no means was he weak looking. They looked up. His green eyes, no longer the innocent, happy, carefree eyes of his mother, but they shone with intelligence.
"Siri? Remmy?" he gasped. "You..You came!"
He launched forward and wrapped his arms around Sirius.
"Don't. Touch. Him. Murderer." Growled Remus as Sirius pushed his long lost godson off. Harry stepped back. "But..I.."
"Follow." Snapped Sirius. He flicked his wand and Harry was bound.
Heartbroken, Harry followed his ex-fathers to the boat. When they were out to sea, and the prison had faded from sight, Harry whispered "Finite Incatatum" and his bindings disappeared. Tears blurring his vision, he made his escape.
Sirius and Remus heard a whisper behind them. They turned just in time to see a regal hawk take flight.
Twenty-four year old Harry Potter had by no means gone mad. He was currently using the bars on his lone window to do excessive amounts of pull- ups. Intense exercise was one of the things that had helped to keep him sane all these years. In addition to that, Harry Potter, much like his ex- godfather, was an unregistered Animagus. When his mothers screams became to much for him, he would transform into a regal black hawk with bright green eyes and a single silver feather on his left wing and fly up to the tiny window, providing him with his only view of the outside world for the last seven years.
Harry dropped down from the window, and collapsed on the pile of bug infested rags that served for his bed. Panting, he let his mind wonder. He thought about those who had betrayed him, tears coming to his eyes as he thought of his dead best friend. His thoughts turned to Sirius. His betrayal hurt more that anyone else's, Remus running a close second. What they had said to him had broken his heart. He had tried over and over to make himself hate them, but he couldn't. All he felt was an overwhelming since of betrayal.
He missed the people who had betrayed him, yes, but he knew that he could never forgive them. All he wanted now was to get out of prison, and live in a small cottage, away from everyone. Just him, and his magic. At the thought of the magic that had been taken from him, anger welled up in him. That was the one thing that he missed the most. He would never forget the look of Fudge's face when he snapped his precious wand. He smiled as he thought of his first year, when Ron and he fought the troll. He smiled and glanced over at the food that had just appeared by the cell door. "Wingardium Leviosa" he whispered, closing his eyes and wishing that he could only have his magic back. He opened his eyes, and almost fainted from shock. His bowl of.food.if it could be called that, was hovering near the curved ceiling of his cell. "Accio" he whispered, and it flew to his outstretched had. "Bloody Hell." he whispered in awe. "How is this possible?" He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Well, he supposed it wasn't all that far fetched. A wand only channeled a wizard's magic. After all, he had no wand when he set the Python on Dudley, or blew up his Aunt Marge. His eyes temporaraly lit up. "Expecto Patronum!" he cried, thinking of getting out of the god forsaken cell. The silver stag erupted from his hand. He smiled wryly, a warm feeling spreading through his body. "Prongs" It was like having an old friend back.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were speeding through the misty waves towards the feared fortress. As they drew nearer, Sirius shivered. "I never wanted to come back here." he whispered shakily. "Never." Remus put his arms around his husband and kissed his brow. "I know Siri, I know. In and out ok?"
They walked into the dreary front gate; colds sweeping over them as any happy thoughts they had were sucked out of them. They handed a small package to what they presumed was the Head Guard, and it merely withdrew it into its robes and glided from the room.
Remus put one arm around a trembling Sirius. "Almost through." he whispered.
Two more dementors glided into the room, a young man in between them.
Sirius and Remus gasped. Harry was thin, and pale, there was no doubt about that. But, they could see his bare chest, and by no means was he weak looking. They looked up. His green eyes, no longer the innocent, happy, carefree eyes of his mother, but they shone with intelligence.
"Siri? Remmy?" he gasped. "You..You came!"
He launched forward and wrapped his arms around Sirius.
"Don't. Touch. Him. Murderer." Growled Remus as Sirius pushed his long lost godson off. Harry stepped back. "But..I.."
"Follow." Snapped Sirius. He flicked his wand and Harry was bound.
Heartbroken, Harry followed his ex-fathers to the boat. When they were out to sea, and the prison had faded from sight, Harry whispered "Finite Incatatum" and his bindings disappeared. Tears blurring his vision, he made his escape.
Sirius and Remus heard a whisper behind them. They turned just in time to see a regal hawk take flight.