Never Was Free
By: sandssavvy (AKA) DeppDRACOmaniac
Rated: PG 13
Pairing: Harry/Draco: Post Hogwarts (slash, yaoi, m/m, man on man, boy love, must I continue?), RL/SB, RW/HG
Warnings: character deaths, angst, violence, abuse, and AUness.
Spoilers: This story is after OotP and is AU because. . . SIRIUS LIVES! Also it will be more AU once HBP comes out. (I may incorporate some of the info in it into the story later though.) This is a POST-War fic.
Summary: Harry is with Sirius who has decided that he needs to face his fears by seeing Azkaban as a free man. They see someone there that they didn't expect.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Don't sue or I SHALL HUNT YOU DOWN WITH POINTY OBJECTS!
Prologue
It has been five months since the day that Harry Potter had saved the wizarding world. Five months since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had been killed, and all the cowards that had not been able to say his name even in private, had said Voldemort. I always laughed at this because although most fools considered this saying his name. It was only another pseudonym he had used to instill fear in others.
It has been four months since Sirius Black's name was officially cleared by the new minister of magic. It has been two and a half years since I was arrested as a Death Eater by the two aurors. I never had a trial, and there had never been proof, but there was an accusation. To them that was all they needed. There was no publicity on the trial, and most people didn't know what really happened to me.
Nobody visits me. To them I was just another tragedy of the war. In the end hardly anyone remembered me. After all when had they cared before? The only people who ever cared were either dead, or they didn't know where I was.
It has been a year since the last of the dementors had returned sensing Voldemort's end. It has been seven months since I gave up the last of my hope. It has been six months since I started to learn the meaning of madness.
My name is Draco Malfoy, and I am the boy who never was free.
tbc...