A/N Revised: Ok... so this isn't really well on revision... don't bug me... I am trying to remind myself of different facts so that I can start on the 4th chapter. AND it IS coming out... don't know when, but it is!

AN: Um. first off I would like to apologize for the. 20ty reviews thing. The truth is I just didn't want to have to up date for a while. Lol. Err. yeah. I really am sorry! Next I would like to say that in this chapter I am going to refer to Harry sometimes as Decerto and sometimes as Harry. I do not own Harry Potter and if I did I would face reality. Lol (I have a theory about what would happen if the books were real you can ask me about it if you want) Um. I would also like to say that if any one will pay for me to go to the insanity ward I am more then happy to go! (My parents won't let me though. sigh. meany heads.) Yep I think that's it for now.

The Betrayal By: Anora

Light flickered though out a large cavern; as Decerto, softly walked towards a distant figure. He was only able to see her face, but it was enough to show a pained smile. As well as who she truely was, "..Mother?". A silent nod was the only answer that was given, tears began to shine in his eyes, and he tried to go to her, but it wouldn't work. She was leaving- some how, was disappearing, and all the while, reached towards her only son- calling out a silent plea- for help. "Mother!" His cry was desperate now, but it was not un-answered, though from the very opposite source he was calling too.

"Why hello, Harry, have you decided yet?" The cold shadows voice rang through the frozen air.

Decerto's still boyish face paled too a shade far lighter then of snow, "Not again, please not again..."

Not unexpectedly, a freezing smile grew upon the shadow's face, "Come now, Harry? Haven't you been broken enough? Do you really want to kill your mother, once again?" The chilling words were spoken as the disfigured image of a human, point the tip of his want onto the auburn head, of a woman that he was now holding against her will.

"Nooo!!! PLEASE! Don't do this!" Decerto's heart was stricken with pain, it wasn't fair, this couldn't happen again. Tears came without much restraint as the sorrow in his eyes overfollowed to the surface.

A melting light flashed, just before everything went into darkness, that symbolized a tortured young man's very soul.



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Decerto rose from his troubled sleep gasping in air, that held a stench- of rotting skin that still moved. Apparently the daily dose Dementors had gotten back while he had been asleep. They walked about with a threatening prowl, and all the while, taking what was not their's- a limited thing also known as happiness. It was most likely the simplest torture, that mad even the strongest of the living cower at. Every single day at noon, the horrendus would visit their "guests", and everyday one unfortunate prisoner would be taken up, to receive his "Treatment"of the week, or month, or even year if they liked you well enough. In reality though, this little "treatment was a terrible beating, that would leave who ever was taken, too be unable to move for the month, or too simply die. It certainly was a good way to make sure no one ever had a chance to escape this tortured place. He wondered which one was better, too be beaten or to be tortured by the soul?

When the horrendus toke Decerto, they had also found out about a little gift of his. He himself thought it more a curse then anything. They toke him into the "room" more often, then any of the others. Then it had began to be much more serious. They knew that he would be able to move far better after the treatment then the other prisoners, and so he soon become the prime object of the Horrenduses attentions. A single day of the week was all that Decerto had to himself, and he had soon found a new meaning to the word "Sunday". When he had been younger, it had just been a simple name, but now it seemed as if the sun truly shined its brightest that day- wether he could see it or not.

It was a miracle really, that before he had come to Azkaban- he had been able to hide his curse for so long. He had already had it when he come to Hogwarts, (his school in the past). He had, had it even a long time before that. It had first come when, when he was three... Decerto shook his head as to wipe the memories of his childhood away from his consciousness. The dementors seemed to have a effect on him, even with all the time that had passed. It was too bad he couldn't turn into a Hawk again- like he used to. Mostly from fear of someone seeing, and mostly that someone just happened to be named Saevio.

Although Harry was on good terms with the 30 year old, Saevio, in every way possible. It remained a fact that Saevio wasn't kind to people who happened to be an Animagus. From what Decerto could gather, it was a person who was an Animagus that had gotten the death eater into Azkaban. It was harsh of the man to have such hatred, but it was common here in the Humo as well as respected. If that made and sense at all... The way most people had found out about Saevio's great dislike, towards People who had the ablity to transform was when Validus had turned into a tree monkey to try to escape. Sadly, Decerto hadn't seen his old friend in over six months.

He didn't know where they had taken the deep brown haired man, with still vibrant crystal eyes, but all those that had been there, had a feeling that the green flash wasn't from any "Ventosus" or "Blanditia". Honestly Decerto HOPED that Validus had been killed by the Horrendus. The man had been far too kind, to be left in such a place as the Humo.

Incommendatus stirred slightly from his tired sleep, or at least that was the name that the others had given Harry's old Professor. Bags of sleepless nights already hung beneath the man's eyes that seemed always frightened when opened. At first Decerto had wondered what caused his stern hearted professor to become this way when he realized, just what kind of a turn the war had taken. Not only that, but Datus as they called him for short, HAD just been thrown to his death. Never to return again to the light of day, which would make any man behave out of character. To make it worse Datus had known Gelidus long before coming to the Humo, a fact that made quarrels between the two more often then sand upon a beach.

It didn't surprise Decerto, that Gelidus had been a Death Eater. The truth was that a good 95% of all humans in Azkaban were either Death Eaters, or of accused Death Eaters. At the moment though, the only ones still alive at the Humo where Death Eaters cast away from Voldemort's side, except for himself that is.

Harry knew of the reason he was here in Azkaban, he even knew that people still thought he was dead back in England. Even if he was oblivious as to how Fudge and Voldemort had been able to convince them all. It was a matter that had caused him to feel betrayed by those who said they loved him, and were his friends. It remained that not even one person had even tried to find out whether he was still alive. Hadn't anyone cared enough to find out the little bit of detail that was need to know?

Bill Weasley walked towards the giant black towers of Azkaban. It was his duty to inform the Keepers of the Dementors there, that as an order of Albus Dumbledore- they had to let Severus Snape go. He flinched slightingly when he felt the cold protection charms around the 10,000-year-old castle. It was rumored that the building had once been filled, with laughter and happiness, but then the King had been killed by his unloving wife and best friend, and all of the kingdom had fallen to darkness. Their remains were supposed to be in the shape of Dementors, wondering about taking what they could no longer have. Bill shivered slightly at the thought of that terrible fate of people, to become like those, those creatures that guarded the unworthy to live prisoners.

A metal gate soon presented itself that had icicles of acid hugging it, as if trying to destroy it. "Hello! Hellooo! I need to speak with the head keeper!" His voice almost seemed soundless- for there was not echo in the least.

A raspy voice answered Bill's choked call, coming from one of the two guardhouses on each side of the gate. "The head keeper can't come at the moment, what do you want boy?"

Bill shivered once more this time from the blankness of where the voice had come from. Still he answered, "I am here on a order of Albus Dumbledore sir, and I would ask of you, that you come out where I can see you."

A corse laugh was his only answer for a time, then finally a man that looked slightly deformed came out of the left guard house, "You WOULD ask, THAT of me boy?" Again the cold laugh, "Maybe I WOULD go for the key to open the door hmm?"

Bill grinded his teeth in frustration, "Please sir, I need to talk with the head keeper as soon as possible!"

The man just grinned at the red head showing missing teeth and a gold tooth or two, "The head keeper will be out, in about..." Holding up a silver watch, to let Bill have a good look at it before putting it back in his pocket, "Ten minutes."

"Now, now, Charlie what manners have you? I am sorry sir Charlie has just been having a bad day. Now haven't you?" With that, a man in his mid thirties or so slapped the other on his back harshly. Though it confused Bill of exactly where he had come from. "Now get back in your guard house." While the words hadn't seemed brutal, the deformed man quickly scrambled to get away from the other.

"What can I do for you friend? I believe that I am, the one that you are looking for." Bill blinked once in confusion for it seemed like this man was still slightly handsome from his youth, and appeared to have no side affects that most were used too. At seeing on a keeper of Azkaban.

The man seemed to notice Bill's confusion and laughed, "Yes well, being the HEAD keeper does have its good points. Oh, my name is Garrulus Yarp, may I go as far as too ask for yours?"

"Oh!" Still slightly startled, he answered, "My name is Bill Weasley, I am here, upon a request from Dumbledore."

Garrulus smile dimmed slightly, but picked back up quickly, "What's Dumbledore's concern? We treat the Prisoners here exactly of how they deserve you know."

"Its nothing like that Mr. Yarp."

"Just call me Garrulus please!"

"Ah... Alright. I am here, Garrulus, because Dumbledore wishes for you to release Severus Snape."

Raising an eyebrow at the other man he answered, "Do you have any idea of what that would require me to do? As I recall Snape is in the Humo at the moment."

Bills confusion wasn't hidden, "The Humo? I have never heard of it."

Garrulus seemed to realize his mistake at that moment. And tried to cover it up, "I mean." but it was too late. Bill Weasley had heard about a well kept secret of the prison Azkaban- the Humo.

Servo: to watch over, keep, protect, observe, save, reserve.

Saevio:to rage, be furious, take violent action.

Validus: strong, mighty, powerful, exceeding.

Ventosus: full of wind, windy, breezy. (It is a spell that makes things become very windy almost like a tornado. Used at times to clear leaves from grass and other. Has a green flash of light when used.)

Blanditia: blandishments, attractions, allurement, charm. (Spell that makes the person it is cast on becomes very. attractive to the opposite sex. Has a green flash of light when used.)

Incommendatus: without a protector, without a lord. (A name given to spies because they don't really have anyone who will take the blame for them.)

Gelidus: cold, frosty, icy, freezing. (This man had a harsh life and. wouldn't hesitate to kill.

Garrulus: noising, talkative. (Basically this guy just can't shut up- gets him into a lot of trouble to eheheheheheheh.)

AN: SAD! Yep well I have been giving you as much background information as I can in the chapter. Next will. I really don't know what the next will do. I am going to get in trouble if I say anymore. A. I don't really think the Weasley comment had to do with the story. but I will think about it. Hope you all liked the chapter. Tell me what I did wrong with it and everything in the reviews. Um. I need 20ty reviews until I update (I didn't follow though with the 1st chapter and. well I am probably not going to follow though with this one either, but I want a excuse!