Summary: It's Harry's fifth year and the war between Good and Evil is starting. Voldemort is on the rise and is trying to tip the balance to the side of Evil. Harry discovers new powers not even the Gods could dream about and learns some interesting facts after he is thrown into Azkaban by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. What Fudge doesn't know is that he just triggered the series of events that will lead to the greatest battle the history of muggles as well as the history of wizards have ever seen.

Warning: swearing, angst and tragedy.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note this is my first attempt at fanfiction so don't expect too much and enjoy reading this fic.

Harry potter and the betrayal of trust

Birthday presents

"Well, this is my one way ticket to hell" Harry thought and started feeling nauseous only thinking about where he was going to spend the rest of his days.

"Here we go." Kingsley said and tapped three times with his wand against the shackles and of they were.

Harry felt the familiar tug behind his navel and they disappeared from the room and came back into existence around 815 miles further north on a small island near Shetland.

There it stands in all its glory. Azkaban. A mighty black castle roughly two times the size of Hogwarts on an island solely existing out of black rock surrounded by rough seas. A mighty fortress that holds every wizard sentenced in Great-Britain and some from other countries in Europe.

Unlike Hogwarts it doesn't have many neither towers nor windows. It is a huge square fortress with on each corner a massive tower and in the centre a huge tower which is open at the top where a bright bleu stone was shining like a lighthouse. "It's an energy stone," Kingsley explained "it provides the power needed for holding up the strong wards, even Hogwarts is nothing compared to this. It was given to us by the elves when the fortress was built about 2000 years ago before they broke contact with the wizarding civilization."

They stood on a small island made out of black rock about 200 feet away from the fortress and started walking on a narrow path surrounded by the sea and were walking towards two heavy looking iron cast doors where two dragons, one on each door, stood displayed. Harry didn't recognize either of the dragons. One had a very sharp snout and rather small wings for its apparently huge size but were razor sharp and had a long tail with what looked like giant blades he could retract into the back of his tail and had spikes on his head and on his spine all the way to the tip of his tail. The rest of his body was covered in shadows. The other one had a rather short snout with a long neck and large wings but no spikes whatsoever, he only had long claws on his four paws and his body was covered in shining scales which looked like they were made of metal. The doors were rusted so the drawings weren't all to clear anymore.

When they approached the door they were stopped by an invisible barrier when a smooth piece of square rock rose from the ground to around waist height for Kingsley when the same voice from the ministry elevators spoke: "Place your hand in the circle in the centre of the stone and place the tip of your wand in the designated area," a dot was highlighted just above the circle "and say your name and profession out loud." "Kingsley Shacklebolt, ministry auror." "Access granted." was the answer.

The barrier dropped and the piece rock descended back into the ground.

When they were standing in front of the massive doors Kingsley took his wand and muttered some words Harry didn't hear and the doors slowly opened.

They stepped in a large hall twice as long as the entrance hall at Hogwarts and was lit by bleu flame torches. The hall ended in what looked like a courtyard. They stopped at a small office that was hidden in the wall on the left side of the hall and was surrounded by a set of steel railings.

An old looking wizard with grey here hair and dull green eyes who looked like he could be Moody's brother sat behind the desk.

"I'm bringing in Harry Potter." Kingsley said to the man. He looked up and said: "Cell 32, it's on the lowest level." And looked back at a stack of papers that was lying on his desk not even showing a bit of interest that Harry Potter was standing right in front of him. "Here is the key." And he gave Kingsley a metal ring which looked like a wax seal with a dementor on it and the number 32. Next to the office was an opening in the wall with steep stairs. They walked down 12 floors and came in a cave-like hall also lit by bleu torches with on each side 6 doors. They walked to the end of the cave and turned right. They passed another hall with 12 doors and walked in the next one. Harry's cell was the fourth door on the left. Kingsley took the ring and placed it against the door where the key-hole was supposed to be. The door glowed bleu for a second and slid open.

They both entered the room. It was a cavern like space about 5m² in size with some blankets on a piece of raised rock the size of a small single bed and was lit by a bleu flame candle floating in a bubble in the centre of the room. The blankets looked like they weren't washed in a decade and they probably weren't. There was nothing else in the room.

Kingsley left without another word. Apparently he got the message.

Harry was just wondering why he didn't feel the dementors yet when suddenly he could feel the cold coming from everywhere. "They must have sent them away because of Kingsley For while." Harry told himself. Moments later he could here his mother start to scream...

All of that happened about three weeks ago. Harry was sitting on his bed in his cell. He didn't hear his mother scream or didn't see Cedric die and Voldemort rise again. He just didn't care anymore. He became immune to the dementors after a week of torture. He didn't know how he did it exactly. He was thinking about what had happened that day.

FLASHBACK

He heard his mother screaming again and was looking at the scene that was playing before his eyes when suddenly it stopped and the cold disappeared. Harry was thankful for the break, he was near insanity and he knew this couldn't go on for to long. Sirius had his Animagus transformation to help him and wasn't affected as much by the dementors in his Animagus form. Harry however had no protection at all. Sirius had told him that the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that he knew he was innocent, Harry knows he's innocent to but he can't help it to feel guilty for getting Cedric killed. If only he would've just grabbed the trophy alone this would've never happened but no, he had to be sportsmanlike and share the cup. A lot of good that did him. But then again that was just who he was, he hated it to be worshipped and treated like a hero, some people would of course, Malfoy's in general, Ron, Fred and George,...

The door glowed bleu and opened. A young woman came in and looked around shocked in the dim bleu light. The candles were everlasting so they didn't need to be replaced but after the dementors passed the candle seemed to lose some of its light and it only returned to normal after a few minutes. She saw him sitting in the corner on his bed. She couldn't believe how these prisoners lived like animals, she didn't know how the ones on the upper levels lived of course. The most hated and most cruel prisoners are imprisoned on the lowest levels, the ones with live sentences and those who are waiting for the Kiss. She looked at a pale, slim and fragile boy with heavy bags under his eyes. "He looks like he doesn't get enough food or sleep around here and like he's on the brink of insanity. We must get him out of here soon." She thought "better approach him carefully." She sat on the far end. "Harry, are you ok?" Dumbledore sent me to..." She asked. He looked up and his eyes snapped open, but they weren't green, they were red, not blood red like Voldemort's but red like a raging fire fuelled by pure fury. It scared her. Harry felt the same feeling again from in the ministry holding cell, his eyes began to warm up and his palms itched. Suddenly the entire room shook and it felt like a giant earthquake was tearing up the fortress, the candle in the bubble started to flare and the room was suddenly a brilliant bleu, she closed her eyes because of the intensity of the light. As suddenly as it started it all stopped, she looked up to see Harry looking intensely at her with piercing red simmering eyes but he looked calmer, relaxed even. "Am I okay you ask, am I ok? Hmm, let me think. I'm in Azkaban, the most Godforsaken place in the universe guarded by the most foulest creatures in it for a crime I didn't commit while Voldemort" she fell of the bed "is out there and is about to raid this and free his little Death Eaters while having the pleasure of killing me and set all the dementors loose on the world. What do you think, and whatever Dumbledore sent you for I'm not getting out of here in any way. Then everybody will now for sure that I'm guilty and I would rather die or get my soul sucked out then to help you ever again after Dumbledore put me that house with my "family" for my own protection while he couldn't even come here himself or even to my trial so sod off and let me live in PEACE!" he roared the last word while the young woman was thrown out of the cell by a huge amount of raw magic power and the door shut itself. "I don't think he even needs our help if he can do that without his wand. I'll have some interesting facts tot tell Dumbledore but what the hell could he have done to get someone like Harry to hate him so much?"

Back in his cell Harry rubbed his eyes and fell asleep immediately, that magical outburst had took a lot out of him but he could sense something had changed inside of him.

END FLASHBACK

At dawn the next day the same young woman was walking in one of the corridors of Hogwarts towards a stone gargoyle "Ton Tongue Toffee" was the only word she said. The gargoyle jumped aside and a spiralling staircase became visible. When she was at the top and ready to knock on the door the voice of professor Dumbledore said: "Come in Nymphadora. Lemon Drop?" She stepped and replied: "Hello Albus, no thanks and you know I hate to be called like that. How are you" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "Very well, thank you, how did the visit with Harry go?" he asked. "Not good I'm afraid to say, he looked like he was on the brink of insanity when I came in and I asked if he was okay, then suddenly his eyes snapped open and they were a blazing red like fire, the room started shaking and the candle in the middle of the room started to blaze. I couldn't look into it and suddenly it all stopped, but before I go further I need to ask you something." "Go right ahead Miss Tonks." "How are Harry's relatives?" Dumbledore's eyes immediately stopped twinkling and he seemed to age a couple hundred years in those few seconds. "I will tell you but you must promise me that this information won't leave this room until the time comes." "Wizards Oath." was the reply. Dumbledore started to explain the whole history and Tonks told him what Harry had said.

"I just hope we haven't lost Harry.", Dumbledore sighed "In the meanwhile I will have ask around a bit about these weird phenomena that Harry caused, I have a suspicion but that is almost impossible at his age, but on the other hand Harry is someone to expect the impossible from isn't he? Just don't tell anyone about it." "I think it would be for the best, I must be going now. See you Albus." And Tonks walked out of the office and was just about to descend the stairs when Dumbledore said: "Till Friday at the meeting Nymphadora." And Tonks tumbled down the stairs while yelling: "I'll get you for that one Albus; you even put Cushioning Charms on the stairs!"

Tonks was a distant relative of but Dumbledore had no further connections to the Black family but he and Tonks know each other from when she was very small and he was like a grandfather to her. They always tricked each other but always made sure they didn't hurt each other, they lost contact when she went into auror training but with the upcoming war she joined the order right after it was announced by him that Voldemort had returned. "Not everything in a war is bad," he was thinking "the people unite for the destruction of evil and after the war is over the people who stood on the same side bond with each other and they are stronger against upcoming threads. To bad that it has to happen because of such an event like a war but some things I can not even prevent although I tried. I'm sorry Harry."

Dementors are supposed to suck all of your happy memory's out of you but Harry didn't have that happy much happy memories. The Dursley's hadn't given him any happy memories and his friends all felt like betrayers to him. He was here a little longer than three weeks now and he hadn't heard anything. "Maybe they think I am guilty." He thought. Screams, howls of pain, another dementor passed near his cell. He didn't even shiver anymore. He could still feel their presence in a way but not the cold feeling and the nightmares, it felt somewhat familiar. A plate of gruel appeared on the floor near the door. "It's 18.30," Harry thought "today's July the 30th, it's my birthday in a few hours. After he ate his horrible dinner he went to lie back on his bed and quickly fell asleep. There was one plus point from being in Azkaban. Due to the heavy warding on the fortress the link with Voldemort was disturbed and he didn't have anymore nightmare's, so now he could get a good night's sleep without waking up from the pain in his scar.

After a good nights sleep he was woken up by a bucket of ice cold water. "Good morning Mr. Potter," came the drawling voice he recognized as the voice of Lucius Malfoy "Guess what day is today." "Hello Lucius," Harry coldly replied "I just hope you're not my new roommate or else I'm going to hang myself." Harry said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No, you stupid brat. It's your birthday and I see you haven't gone insane yet. Too bad. And as a special birthday present you're going to get The Kiss today." Harry felt a weight drop in the pit of his stomach.

He forgot about that. "And I asked if I could accompany the minister to see you get it." "How very nice of you. Don't you have to go kiss your master's arse or did you come to look at your future home." Harry replied a little less confident.

Lucius just left immediately after that and 5 minutes later two dementors came floating in and dragged him down the hall and turned right further away from the staircase. They passed seven more halls with cells in them and then they stopped for a moment right in front of two heavy oak doors before they swung open by themselves.

The two dementors dragged him inside and put him in a chair in the middle of the room. Harry looked up and saw that he was in something that looked like courtroom 10 only this chair didn't have chains hanging on it. A floor higher than Harry where benches for spectators. Only 18 people had come to watch what was about to happen. And unfortunately Lucius Malfoy was one of them and he was having a very, very good day. "Voldemort will be pleased to hear this. Well, maybe not because he always wanted to kill me himself and now I'm just going to be an empty shell." Harry thought.

His train of thoughts was derailed when another dementor entered trough the door and suddenly everything went quiet. Fudge stood up and started to speak already slightly shivering from the dementors effects: "Harry James Potter, you are hereby sentenced to the Kiss today on July the 31st." He gave the signal for the dementor to continue, Fudge sat back down and the dementor in the room started to approach Harry and stopped in front of the chair. Harry couldn't move, the dementor seemed to be holding him in his chair and suddenly grabbed both sides of his face with his rotting hands and started to come closer to Harry's mouth. He was just five centimetres away when the hood was moved back slightly by the dementor without using his hands to do it and it went back just enough for Harry to see it's features. The dementor had no eyes, no nose and no ears, only a toothless mouth. The only way to describe it was like it was a green slug. When the dementor was just mere moments away from sucking out his soul when...

The Boy Who Lived ceased to exist

Author notes: And now, let the games begin. Reviews are still welcome.