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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
'Get your facts first, then you can distort them as much as you please' - Mark Twain
Chapter 3 - The Crime of Innocence
"What did you say you're name was again?" the confused police officer asked in an ill-disguisedly bored voice.
"Uh..."
"Oh come on man! What is your name?"
"I don't remember"
"Bull. What's your name?"
"I told you - "
"'You can't remember' yeah, yeah, pull the other one! What. Is. Your. Name?"
"I swear, I really can't remember!" The black haired man looked terrible. His hair was mattered with dried blood and his skin seemed to be coated in a heavy layer of dirt and grim, he reminded the officer of Frodo from lord of the rings where only the hobbits eyes seemed to be clean. He sighed and folded his arms, finally accepting the unlikely story the other man told. Silently he begged god not to make this too complicated. It seemed god was either out to dinner or didn't exist.
"Ok. Can you tell me exactly what you remember from when you woke up" the other man sighed, obviously just as sick and tired of it all as the officer was. For a moment the policeman felt a certain kinship with the other, and then it was gone. Both men sighed.
"I was standing on Kipping St when I guess you could say I 'woke up' but it's was just like I suddenly couldn't remember anything. I had this stick in my hand, and I swear at first I thought it was a wand or something - " the policeman interrupted, frowning.
"Say again?"
"Huh?"
"The stick, anything else about it?" The blue-eyed man scrunched up his eyes, as if tying to remember something important. After a moment he sighed and shook his head regretfully.
"I chucked it into a bush before I realised that I didn't even know who I was. When I realised I looked for it, but I couldn't find it at all, do you think it might be important? I could look again?" he was frowning, obviously still trying to remember who he was, why he had been wandering the streets of Yew York at midnight, and why he couldn't remember a thing about his life. He sighed again and a dejected look came over his face.
"Ok then, well, I dunno what to do with you. For all I know you might be some escaped delusional mental character" he stopped at the outraged look on the others face, he had to stop himself from laughing out laud "well you might be, you can't remember can you?"
"I think I'd know if I were unbalanced in the mind" finally the policeman broke out into a fit of laughter, drawing a reluctant grin from the other man.
"Nah, don't worry, 'the mad never think they're mad'"
"But I don't think I'm mad. That's the point"
"I know, that's how I know you are mad" and with that, a good friendship was forged. Well, as good as any one friendship can get in these troubled times.
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"Are you afraid?" the mans voice came out in a low hiss, making the other man he held pushed up against the wall shiver with the fear the man projected. But he nodded none the less. The other hissed happily.
"Good, I like people who are afraid of me; people who are afraid of me like me too. They live longer" a sudden thump signified that the man against the wall was no longer 'the man against the wall' but instead 'the man lying in a crumpled heap on the floor'. He stood up shakily, evidently trying to reach for a wand that just wasn't there. Harry Potter laughed.
"Oh come on; you can do better then that Mr Ollivander, this is a wand shop after all" there was a momentary pause before the white haired Ollivander gathered his courage.
"I know who you are and I know what you want" Harry Potter rolled his eyes, how very cliché.
"Good" a pause in which no one moved slowly crawled by "Well, are you going to give it to me then? If you 'know' what it is, it might be helpful for you health records" talk about cliché he mentally smacked himself. The man before him just quivered and Harry guessed what was coming; the whole 'great' and 'terrible' and 'I trusted you' speech; he'd heard it before. He sighed heavily and pulled a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture before snapping at the wand maker again.
"For gods sake man! Give me the wand! I don't have time for this!" his patience was wearing thin, and even the noble and righteous Ollivander didn't want to be there when it finally broke. He gulped visibly and Harry was amused to almost see the small cogs working in the mans head. He relaxed when the ancient wizard tottered around to his desk and pulled out a black box. Harry Potter grinned. Oh the irony of it all.
"Black?" He couldn't help but mutter, "You shouldn't have!" he received no reply as the elderly wizard slowly, reluctantly handed Harry back his wand. He took it with reverence before a look that can only be described as glee tore across his face and in a second, the dignified Harry Potter was dancing around the room in a cloud of all coloured sparks. Thanking god and his board of governors Harry happily, no, gleefully, turned back to a pale Ollivander. And hugged him. Ok, hugged? HUGGED? The man is a mass murderer for Mars sake; does he really have to hug? But so full of glee was he that he barely noticed.
"Are you going to kill me now?" the question brought him back to earth and he jumped hurridly away from the other man.
"Woh. Scary. Remind me never to do that again" he paused thoughtfully before adding completely unhelpfully "ever". He grinned once more as he looked down at his wand.
"Of everything that I missed when I was in Azkaban, I have to admit, my wand was one of the top on my list, and that's saying something, my list consisted of roughly two-hundred and seventy-three point three things, I never did get to finish it" he waved the wand happily, almost bouncing up and down in joy when a multitude of blood-red sparks shot out the end of it.
"Oooh! I can't wait to get the rest of this things on my list! This one wasn't even in the top twenty and I feel like I'm on E again..." he trailed of somewhat guiltily before remembering that he was meant to be a vicious backstabbing bastard.
"What were you saying?" the old man stuttered for a moment while Harry waited patiently, gently tapping his foot against the floor.
"A-are you going to kill me now?" this time when he spoke it was not with the confidence yet total fear he had possessed before; it was with total and utter confusion. Harry simply looked confused.
"Why would I want to do that? I got my wand for free, thanks for that by the way, I feel high, thanks for that too, oh, hang on; that sounds bad. Um, thanks for the wand again. But, yeah, why would I wanna kill you?" Mr Ollivander blinked.
"You did say your name was harry Potter didn't you? You know... the death eater, kills people for no aparant reason, hates all muggles, serves you-know-who, that Harry Potter?"
"No, you guessed I was Harry Potter"
"So your not?"
"No, I am"
"Then why are you so god damned GOOD?"
"I'm Harry Potter, I'm suposd to be good"
"No your not, you suposed to be a death eater"
"Since when"
"Since you were
convicted for being one"
"Well that makes no sense"
"And why, may I ask, not?"
"Because, stricktly speaking, I wasn't convicted of anything"
"And that makes sense beacouse..."
"I never had a trial, you can't be convicted if you don't have a trial"
"But your guilty! Everyone knows that!"
"Who's 'everyone'?"
"Everyone! Your guilty!"
"How do you know?"
"There were witnesses! You're as guilty as Sirius Black!"
"Is that meant to be a compliment? Or an insult?"
"It's meant to prove my point!"
"Welll, it doesn't because he was framed too, remember?"
"What are you on about? Sirius Black was a death eater!"
"No he wasn't!"
"Yes he was!"
"No he wasn't!"
"Yes he was!"
"Prove it then!"
"Go to the ministry
and ask them! I don't have all the evidense! It was in the papers!"
"Oh, right, and everything in the papers is true huh?"
"STOP MESSING WITH MY MIND!" Luckily at this point the bell that signaled the arrival of a custemor in the shop tinkled and a young girl accompanied by two obvious muggle parents entered the wand shop. The looked nervously at the two men and sat on the provided chairs.
"I'm sorry if we're interupting, do go right on ahead" Harry raised an eyebrow before bowing eloquently to the lady, who looked to be ing her mid-thirtys.
"We were just finishing, please, don't let me stop you from your buying, i'm sure that Mr Ollivander would be quite annoyed at me if i did" he smiled at her calmly before turning back to a fuming wand maker. He grinned micheviously and put his dark glasses back on before saluting in the traditional army salute and exiting the shop giggling behind his hand, wand held securly in one of his pockets.
Mr Olivander for a moment looked far away befoe snapping his attention back to the bouncing young girl. He sighed. He had just been burgled by a loose convict and here he was serving the next custemor no questions asked. What was the world coming to? He smilled at the statement before handing the girl a wand.
"Yew, Dragon heartstring, odd combination, but firm"
Perhaps the phrase would be better 'when had it happened and why had it walked straight past?'
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A/N: Now that was wierd. Sorry. I feel really weird. I just had an argument with my dad and I should be writing all angsty but I'm writing failed humor? Oh my god! Talking about that, sorry to any people out there who belief god is just a pile of tissue paper trying to look like a cloud in the heavens. I'm really not that keen on him either. Sorry to those of you who think he's gods gift to the earth. I agree with you too. Tissue papers fun to play with.
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