1Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the things mentioned in the books... For one, I am a freshman in college, and two, I don't think that J.K. Rowling lives in Washington... Yeah...

Rating: R, cause of language, and mentions of rape, etc...

Pairing: Will be H/D... that means slash... and possibly others...

Warning: SLASH that means male on male... also, violence and mentions of rape... However, it will get better... Not so dark and dreary...

Now, on with the story...

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He sat in one of the corners in the dirty cell that he was trapped in, glaring out of the bars at the Dementor that passed by, trying once more to achieve his animagus form. He had been in the process of learning it before he was put here, but all he knew was from what he read, which was not all that much. However, it was the only way that his godfather had escaped, who was the only one that he knew of that had ever escaped the place. However, his godfather had had one thing that he did not. He was already an animagus, not a sixteen year old boy trying to make the transformation in secret with no wand. Not only that, his other tormenters, the living breathing with a cock ones, were very sporadic in the times that they came to have fun. The process was a slow one, but it was progressing quite nicely, considering. He knew that he had a tail, and that his fur was black, but other than that, he knew nothing. He was going to attempt the final transformation tonight after his visitors left. All he had to do is wait...

Sure enough, Voldemort himself entered his cramped cell less than an hour later and proceeded to have his fun, enjoying the fact that he was able to make the trapped boy scream in pain, then collapse as the effects of the curse wash over him each time he makes a noise. Because of this spell, Voldemort had become cocky and would tell Harry of all of his triumphs and losses. This way, he found out that the only real resistance left in the wizarding world was Hogwarts, where more and more people were flocking to for safety.

By the time Harry's tormentor left, he was exhausted, both mentally and physically. The curse took so much out of him, and would not stop until he got his screaming under control, lasting as long as he made a noise. Gathering up his courage, he concentrated on the transformation, letting it wash over him as he lay there on the floor. Feeling it complete, he looked around, before struggling up to his feet, slowly making his way to the bars. Seeing the coast to freedom was clear, grateful that his form was skinny enough to fit through the bars, he carefully made his way to freedom, slinking into the water surrounding the island and swimming towards the mainland.

Somehow he had managed to make it to shore, though he didn't know how. Looking around, he spotted a jumble of rocks a short ways away. How he even made it to the rocks was beyond him, considering how tired he was. Curling up as small as he could, he quickly fell into a deep slumber.

Waking up to something rubbing his head, Harry sprang to all four of his feet and looked around in panic. Bright light almost blinded him as he made out a small form a few feet away from him. From up the beach, he could hear the soft sounds of a person running towards him. Laying his ears flat on his head, he tried to back away from both forms, the second coming to a halt next to the small one. Slowly he could make out the words that the second was saying, sounding female to his ears. With another quick look, he confirmed his suspicions before closing his eyes against the bright morning sun.

"What did I tell you about running off like that? It is dangerous around here, sweety, now come on."

"But, Mummy, I found a kitty... I want to take it home. Please?? Its pretty."

Feeling eyes on him, he knew that the second one, the mother, was looking at him. From her gasp, he also knew that the pretty kitty that her child found was no "kitty" at all.

"Sweety, come on, were have to go slowly. That isn't a kitty, that's a panther. It is very dangerous, and it looks hungry–"

"Then lets take it with us and give it food. Please? We can't leave it here..."

"If we can get close to it, then maybe." A sound, shuffling towards his shaking body. Since when did he start shaking? He didn't know anymore. All he knew was that he had to kill the bastard trying to take over the world. The one who locked him up and tortured him almost every night for the past few months. While he was thinking, a hand started to pet his head, then trailed down to his neck, before going back up. Contrary to what he was expecting, it actually felt good. Opening his eyes again, he struggled to stand up, at least to sit up. He noticed the woman back away from him a little, but when he collapsed back to the ground, she came back up to him and started whispering nonsense in his ear to calm him down. All he could make out was "getting help" "pretty kitty" and "stay still."

A few minutes later he heard more steps coming closer, and quiet talking that he didn't want to understand, then two sets of hands picking him up. He tried to struggle against them, but that soothing voice was there again, calming his struggles. That was the last thing he remembered as blackness took over his vision.

It took almost a month for him to get enough energy to leave the camp that he was staying at. He never made any noise, and he never revealed that he was really a human. He quickly learned how to hunt, relying on his form's instincts to guide him. He knew he had to get to Hogwarts, as soon as possible, to waylay Voldemort's next attack. He had heard from the people staying at the camp that Hogwarts was slowly crumbling under constant attacks from the Dark Lord. After gaining as much energy as he could, he set off towards the direction of his school.

Well, thats it... I have the story planned out pretty much to the end, and the whole defeating voldemort thing is NOT the end. Well, review!!