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Summary:  The wizarding world has abandoned Harry, and he is given every reason to nurture a hatred for them all.  When, eventually, he breaks out of the mind and physical prisons he has been detained in, what will he do? Will he help or will he be a little less willing? NO-SLASH!

A/N: IN THIS STORY SIRIUS NEVER DIED!  EVERYTHING ELSE HAPPENED, EXCEPT SIRIUS NEVER DIED AT THE END OF THE FIFTH BOOK.  Oh, this may have spoilers too.

Betraying Serendipity

'In trust I have found treason' - Elizabeth I

Chapter One - A haunted era

Breath.  Gulp.  That was all he had to do.  Breathe.  Survive.  God damn it! Live!  But. . . why? Why? He couldn't remember.  There was a reason.  There was always a reason.  Always.  If, that is, you decided to count the element of 'un-fairness' as reason enough.  And he did.  Life happened, he was of the opinion that it could all, somehow, be reasoned out, that it could all, be brought down to a basis for it all.  Well, he had.  Right now he was in no condition to be reasoning about reason.

Breath.  Gulp.  That was all he had to do.  Being where he was sure was making it hard though.  But he needed to survive.  God damn it! Live!  But. . . why? He couldn't remember.  He shouldn't be there! He should be somewhere else! Anywhere but here!  But he wasn't 'anywhere but here' he was here, wherever that was.  His cracked lips parted and what might have been a word was forced out.  The breath of warm air condensed, leaving a white cloud that faded.  Faded.  Gone.

Breath. Gul. . . he stopped breathing.  For a moment he wondered why his thin and frail chest wasn't rising, before realising, and sucking in a shuttling breathe, feeling his body relax, satisfied.  But. . . why?  Why did he need to bother with sucking in the breath?  What would happen if her didn't? Would he. . . die?  He dared not wish as much.

"Potter!" he didn't react, he never did.  He didn't care.  His attention stayed riveted on the wall in front of him.  The auror laughed, a look of cruel glee spreading across his face as he leaned against the open doorway.  Harry, for that is the man's name, still didn't move his unfeeling gaze from the cold grey stones that held his eye.

It was a favourite for the guards; Potter baiting that is.  It was a shame, they often commented to the next person who took their shift; that Potter wasn't a bit more lively.  The aurors always complained that they could never get a rise out of the sickly creature.

"Look at you now Potter! Look at all the good it did joining you-know-who!" the auror snickered, and wrinkled his nose at the cell that held Harry Potter.  The young auror shook his head in disgust and walked on, continuing his shift.  Harry Potter still hadn't so much as blinked.

The aurors thought that Harry Potter was mad.  They were right.  Harry Potter was mad.  Mad.  And, as well as mad, he was crazy.  But that's different.  Mr Potter had no right mind.  He had no mind.  The only things he was capable of thinking, were two words. 

Breath.  Gulp.

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It was twenty-two days later that Minister Shacklebolt came to inspect Azkaban, as was the annual requirement.  Of all the things that the new minister was forced to do, this was his least favourite by far.  Coming here.  To Azkaban.  The wizards prison.

Where convicted murderers were kept.

            Where murderers were locked up.

                        Where night never left and morning never came.

                                    To, as many would call it, hell.

The minister hated it, and he never gave his newspaper to anyone.  Fudges mistake had cost his greatly.  Sirius Black had been captured and locked up, it was impossible for anyone with his magical signature to get out.  Yes, there he was, the mad man Sirius Black.

Shacklebolt shivered. 

            Scary.

They had thought that Sirius Black had in fact been innocent, it just went to prove, they had been wrong.  Sirius Black was not innocent.  In fact, he was guilty, as you may have guessed.

Now, I, the author, shall pause here, and reprimand you, because, we know what is going to happen, doesn't mean that the dear minister does, in fact I can assure you he doesn't.  If he did, it would never happen, but anyway, enough.  Keep patient.  I'll skip the boring 'and he paced down the corridor. . . '

Gulp.  Breath.  Gulp.  Bre. . . what?  Where? Where? Oh.  Here.

Minister Shacklebolt spun around at the sound of a shout.  But relaxed as he realised it must be one of the prisoners, screaming was not an uncommon sound here in Azkaban.  He turned and shook his head.  Only one cell left.  Just one.

But little did he know that the last cell he would visit that day, would, indeed, be his last.  Well, that's a little too ominous, 'cose he doesn't die or anything, but still.

When he arrived at his last cell, with his guard of course, it was empty, only a small note remained.  Harry Potter, had left the building.  He screamed.  Harry Potter was loose!

            Loose

                        Loose!

                                    LOOSE!!

"The letter sir!" and the letter indeed.  It had begun to smoke. The scarlet envelope was billowing black smoke as it floated in the air.  Hang on - FLOATED?!? He was snapped out of his thought's as Harry Potter's voice filled the chamber, and for a second, all of the prisoners, even the ones that had lost their mind many, many, years ago, were sane.  But only for a moment; long enough to know what they were.  And hate it.

Harry Potter's voice was not a yell, it had no scorn or hate in it, simply indifference.

"AS YOU HAVE BETRAYED ME, SO YOU SHALL BE BETRAYED" what did it mean? No one knew.  But they were about to find out.

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I mention earlier that all of the prisoners who were mad had gone back to their cosy insanity.  But that would not be true.  For Sirius Black, notorious death eater and a hated man, was once again, sane, and planning how to escape the cell in which he was imprisoned to return his real lord.

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A/N: 'Lo again.  It's me.  The author here, um, this is my newest story, so, hope you is enjoying it.  Sorry it's a bit short and abrupt, but I'm bored and I wanna post it.

Um, Please review, because, I'm not updating until I get five reviews, so, sorry.  But, if I put in effort I want reward.  I'm a pretty busy person these holidays, and hate little time to spend of writing it no one is gonna read.  (My computer is as dead as a tack dats been run over by a train, so I'm using my dads when I can get my sticky little paws on it, which, unfortunately, is not all that often!)

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