Harry's arms were bound together and two guards were at his sides. He was matched passed the gathered family and friends of the victims he stole from the world. He saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at the front of the crowed, both of them weeping.

"Am I still your son now? Am I still your fucking son now?" he heard himself screaming at them, struggling against the guards. He was transported to Azkaban by floo powder, the guards by his side the whole time. Dragged down the dank and dark corridor of maximum security cells he could hear moans, constant mutterings and other sounds breaking sanity makes. He was thrown into the cell at the very end of the corridor; the guards blank faces the last he would ever see of human kind...

It's odd how love can be considered so painful, yet so wonderful at the same time. I felt, I truly did. Of course anybody would've felt; she was the best fuck I'd ever experienced. I think that's all it was to her, sex. That's too bad. Much too bad…

"Three bodies and you have no idea who did it," the officer said, writing down what Mrs. Door has said. She nodded. There were several policemen taking pictures, searching for hard evidence.

"What about the boy?" said one of the younger children. "What boy?" asked the officer. "The other boy who lives here, he goes to Saint Brutes School for Criminally Insane Boys," piped up young Alfred from number 6. The officers paused. "What's this young lad's name?" "Harry Potter sir," Alfred said. "Levinsky, find anything you can on a Mr. Harry Potter. If he's our man we'll all be on Vacation in Spain and Jamaica soon enough." The police began to bustle around quicker than ever.

Harry was greeted by Molly Weasley as he entered the Burrow, his friend Ronald Weasley's home. "Welcome home dear, I'm so glad your aunt and uncle let you come," Molly said, enveloping him in a hug. If anything, Molly Weasley would be the only person he'd want alive, her, her children, Mr. Weasley, and Hermione.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked Mrs. Weasley. "Up stairs with Ron I'd expect," she said thoughtfully. "I've barely heard a peep out of either of them all summer…" Mrs. Weasley said thoughtfully, dismissing it with a wave. Harry began to walk quietly, but eagerly up the stairs.

As Harry neared closer and closer to the room he heard the squeaking of a box spring. 'Probably jumping on the bed,' Harry thought amused. He opened the door quietly hoping to catch them off guard. What he saw drew him to a point of near insanity.

Hermione was naked on top of Ron, bucking her hips into his wildly as she cried his name. Ron's face was screwed up as he began to come, his hands grasping at Hermione's back, urging her on. Harry was disgusted. He shut the door with a quiet snap.

"Ron did you hear anything?" Hermione asked. "No, that was, well great Hermione, I love you," Ron said. "I love you too Ron," Hermione's voice said.

Harry was on the verge of tears. He walked to the bathroom. As soon as he entered the red marbled room his face screwed up. He sobbed into the bathroom sink, banging his fist against it.

He'd promised himself he wouldn't, but he needed it, he needed it bad, to keep calm. He reached in his pocket and found a small compact container which held a stainless steel razor blade. He cut into one of the nearly healed gashes, blood pouring out in small pools. Like rivers of pain, his pain, his sorrow, his mistake, his thoughts. They dripped into the sink, oozy as it ran down his wrist, he knew when it dried he'd itch due to the dry blood, but would not dare to scratch. The pain felt so- so good.

He stood dwelling in his self inflicted pain when he heard a knock on the door. "Harry mate, you in there?" came Ron's voice. Harry hastily wrapped his wrist and washed out the sink. "Just a moment," Harry said. "Oy, hurry up I need a shower," he said. "I bet you do," Harry muttered under his breath.

Harry left the room and Ron rushed in, hair tussled, pushed past Harry with a small "get out of the way you." "So much for Hello Harry," Harry muttered sadly. He shrugged it off, smiled at Hermione who sent it back with one of her charming smiles. 'Bitch' Harry thought bitterly as he walked past her not before muttering a quiet "hello."

Harry sat next to Hermione on the bed; carefully looking to make sure his seat wasn't contaminated with evidence of their betrayal. Hermione smiled, leaning forward she whispered into Harry's ear "missed you." Next door he could hear Ron washing away his sins, just as he had done at the Dursley's

Harry felt Hermione slide behind him, wrapping her legs his waste. He thought he was going to be sick, but instead he ran his hands up and down her legs, remembering what someone once said to him; the more ignorant they believe you to be, the more surprised they are when you seek revenge.

He put his head on her chest and said "as did I love, as did I." His web of lies and deceit had just begun. He kissed her neck gently, "Been having a good time love? I've been so lonely with out you." "Oh not at all, Ron can be such a dolt, no where near as interesting to talk to and-" she neared towards his ear. "No where near as fun, if you know what I mean," she said, her tongue touching his ear.

At this act Harry shivered, which she took as a good sign, and continued her tongue assaults. 'I guess it was better when I thought I was the only one experiencing these sensations.' Though he was disgusted, his hormonal instincts began to take over as he felt himself become aroused. At this time Harry wished he had aids, or some sort of Venereal Disease, to torture her with, to shorten her life line more than it already was.

The shower in the next room had stopped, and by the time Hermione had slid her hands up Harry's shirt Ron was standing in the doorway. "Sorry bout before mate, I was in good need of a shower," he said, plastering a smile on his face. Hermione snatched her hands out from under Harry's top and unwound her legs.

"So how's your summer been so far?" Ron was towel drying his bright red hair.

"Deadly, the Dursley's gave me the shits, I'm so glad I'm finally rid of them," Harry smiled at his own pun and Ron, thinking he had missed something, gave a short snort of laughter. "Well until you have to go home again anyway," Hermione said from behind him. "Of course," Harry said.

A small bell was heard as Crookshanks trotted into the room. The cat delightfully jumped into Harry's lap, sensing his feeling of betrayal. Harry petted the cat absentmindedly. "Here kitty," Hermione cooed, trying to scoop the cat out of Harry's lap. The cat yowled, jumping away from her hissing.

'Must smell Ron,' Harry mused. Harry knew perfectly well that Crookshanks and Ron do not get along very well. Hermione looked slightly shocked. "He's never done that before," she said, slightly bewildered. "Probably hungry, the fat mangy feline," Ron said, glaring at the cat, which glared back with twice the intensity. "I'll go feed him," Harry said; seeing Hermione and Ron together in the room of their vandalism was beginning to make him feel slightly sick.

Harry left the room, Crookshanks by his side. The second he closed the door he heard muffled arguing. it seemed Ron was the jealous type. Padding down the stairs and into the kitchen he was greeted with two matching grins hidden beneath straggly long red hair.

"Been so busy lately we haven't been able to get a hair cut. Its giving mum an absolute heart attack, she thinks she has two more bills in the family," George giggled, running his hand through his ever growing hair.

"If I wasn't so afraid of needles I might have followed down bills path of body alteration, I could have a chain going from my ear, to nose, to lip to belly button and to...well… you can use your imagination." Harry smiled, no matter what happened some things would never change.