Disclaimer: No I do not own JKR's Harry Potter series. I just happily kill her characters in fanfiction.

Another Inspiration

Chapter 6

Taken

Memories of death and pain plagued the troubled adolescent's mind. Once again he heard the screams of his mother and the vicious cackle of laughter after her body hit the floor with empty green eyes. He felt the pain of his Uncle Vernon hitting him for blowing off the hinges when he wanted to use to loo. He saw Sirius fall through the veil, seemingly in slow motion. He even saw the lifeless body of Cedric Diggory after the words "Kill the spare". As Harry witnessed each memory, one of the many tendrils of energy snapped inside him. Hidden in the background of his worst nightmares, a shadow drifted into the depths of his mind, searching. The shadow floated between the darkness of the nightmares and the breaking tendrils until coming to the front of Harry's mind.

"Harry…" whispered the shadow in Harry's lurid dreams, "Where?"

The voice cut off and disappeared, the last tendril of magic snapping inside of Harry.

Magic filled the cell first before it rushed through the corridors and grabbed hold of all the Dementors in Azkaban. Wild magic coursed through the minds of the Dementors, and loud screeches of loathing and alarm filled the building. The magic forced its bitter rage into the dark depths of the black shadows that guarded Azkaban until they fled from its source. The wild magic, now satisfied, returned to its master, the tendrils snapping violently back into place. Harry, exhausted from the magical oppression to the now cowed Dementors, slept peacefully for the first time in over a year.

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Every prisoner had felt the crackle of magic surge the night before through Azkaban. They did not know where it had come from, and few were hoping it was Voldemort coming to break them out, but only one knew where the mysterious magic had emitted. Mysterious magic that even terrified the Dementors.

Bellatrix stared at the peacefully sleeping boy across the hall in the open barred cell in utter amazement. She had never seen untamed magic in this quantity before. She would hate to see this "untamed magic" be directed to a more violent use, but she would hate it more to see it controlled and directed at an extreme purpose. Power to override her master's. Bellatrix hoped that Mr. Potter did not realize how much power he contained—and how he could use it—before Voldemort could figure out how to control him or, at the very best, kill him. It would be like an angry toddler who could perform the Avada kedavra spell with ease if Harry learned to direct all of magic. Some say that a wizard with an abundance of raw power uncontrolled can easily go mad. Of course Bellatrix thought any wizard with an abundance of raw power would go mad, regardless if it was controlled or not. Voldemort would be the perfect example of a powerful wizard gone mad. Even Dumbledore was not as sane as most would like. He may not go around killing random people, but he certainly did play with them like pawns.

Bellatrix watched the boy as she ate her first meal of the day. However, after staring at the unmoving form for over an hour she moved on to staring at the walls or sleeping fitfully. Thanks to Harry's burst of magic Bellatrix did not have to fight the machinations of the Dementors so much, but was now plagued for hours on end with boredom and her own thoughts.

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His eyes slowly opened to the dim light of Azkaban and saw a fuzzy gray blob not too far from his face. The fuzzy gray blob turned out to be the bowl of barely warm broth that was more stock than any sort of real protein. Memory having not caught up yet, the basic skills of survival kicked in and Harry dragged himself over to the bowl to quickly down his meal, having not eaten in three days.

After the short time it took to finish his meal he assessed his surroundings and tried to remember what exactly was going on. He really did not remember much except for a vague sense of going through hell and back, multiple times it seemed, but Harry did feel a strange sense of aliveness within himself. He did not understand why or how, but he felt more aware of his surroundings. He felt a dark pulse of malevolent minds slightly touching his, but they seemed distant and at the moment his previous nightmares could be pushed away. He looked around himself to find the sides and back of his cell gray in color and made out of an arcane type of stone. The front of his cell was rows and columns of magically reinforced bars, though the spell interlaced in the bars of his cell was greatly weakened by his earlier outburst of magic. He saw across the hall from his cell Bellatrix Black staring off into the nothingness as her mind was occupied with most likely nightmares of some sort, or maybe she was just thinking. Harry snorted in contempt of the murderous woman; as he thought she was more like likely to be imagining the torture of some poor Muggle or Muggle-born, than having the actual ability to have nightmares or serious thoughts of something else besides being an evil witch.

Harry looked a bit more at his surroundings before he finally remembered the little parchment booklet Remus had given him. Harry did look over the writings after the man had left, possibly enough to remember most of the important parts, but it was still a true comfort to have the booklet to look over and to also act as a sentimental sort of picture of Remus J. Lupin.

Harry opened the parchment and once again read through the information. Remus had titled it simply "Occlumency" and he started off with helpful hints on how to clear ones mind and then proceeded into more complex uses and ways of Occlumency. The parchment first stated he should find an element he could immerse himself in. Harry first tried water by imagining himself in different settings of rivers, lakes, oceans, and even waterfalls. Water not seeming to be right he tried fire and found all that did was remind him more of Voldemort and the immense rage the man felt. Air was too difficult to immerse into and he finally found himself to earth. First Harry tried fields and trees but it was too many details to process easily. Determined to find an image he reread the small section on the element 'Earth' and looked over what items could constitute as earth. He stopped and stared at the words 'in the cycle of rebirth, the earth takes death and decays in into ambrosia and creates a new being from the earth.'

Ok...so what exactly does it mean by earth? Like dirt? I think I remember something about trees decaying into the ground and made into nutrients, and nutrients take part into helping plants grow. So how can an image be created made from this?

Harry imagined his body seeping into the soil of a forest. The dark cool minerals felt comforting, safe even, and the buzzing in his head subsided slightly. Having finally chosen a place to hide his mind from prying eyes and auras, he went back to the manual and read about the next section over meditation. With meditation, Harry could learn to easily slip into his world and reinforce the barriers around it. After two hours of trying to just meditate, not having even introduced his world into the equation, he was successful and held himself in the meditative state until he unknowingly slumped over, asleep. Harry never noticed the ever-watchful Bellatrix as she now sat, contemplating.

No one has ever confused me so much in my life as he does. First he lays there and screams for three fucking days—not to mention the burst of magic that even has the Dementors scared shitless—and now he sits there reading his stupid pamphlet and meditates like there is nothing wrong in the world. What is even bloody worse is that I am thinking about him! I am not supposed to think about sodding Harry Potter in any way except the little brat in chains while I torture him senseless. I am not supposed to be just watching him while he sleeps! Though he is pretty damn cute…wait…did I just think that he is…no…I am imagining things. Yes, his bloody body being presented to the Dark Lord while he praises me for my excellent work. Perfect…

Bellatrix continued to glamour herself in praise from Voldemort with hazy eyes while Harry continued his work on Occlumency.

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2 months later

When Harry had first tried to bring his world into his meditative state, he panicked. The familiar cool feeling enveloped him but as he sunk into the soil he confused reality and thought himself suffocating to death. Now he no longer had that problem and was already learning how to actually hide the fact that he was occluding. He tried to place memories on the outside that he did not mind others seeing, while placing the important ones, mainly the prophesy, hidden inside his world.

Harry mostly ignored the woman across the hall, who occasionally bribed him with sharp comments, and was quite successful, most of the time, but some things she said did get to him and he would glare or tell her off, while she grinned happily at him, which only proved to infuriate him more. The last two months went by quickly, since meditation and training in Occlumency took up most of Harry's time, and it went into the nice routine of eating twice a day and training till sleep overtook him, which sometimes was a day or two before he did sleep.

Another month had passed by and Harry was pretty damn confident in his Occlumency skills, though he would never know until he went against someone, but he did have to admit it was well worth learning since it helped quite a bit with his Gryffindor tendencies not to mention he did not have any dark lords prancing around in his brain. Unfortunately, Harry still did not know what he had done to the Dementors and gave all the credit to his Occlumency, never really thinking much further than that.

Bellatrix had pretty much given up on baiting Harry for the most part and continued to push thoughts of his destruction to amuse her, if she wasn't being depressed over being in Azkaban that is. Sometimes she would loose herself in her own mind for hours when a lucky Dementor got the best of her, but it wasn't very often due to they were pretty much terrified to go near Harry and it in a way it did her a favor, or not, depending. Some days she would welcome the Dementors with open arms if it made the days go faster. Sitting amongst your own thoughts can be much worse than having a nightmare.

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It was on November the twenty ninth when Harry was awakened by the gates of Azkaban being forced open and the many pops of Apparating Deatheaters. He calmly sat up and watched the halls. A few Deatheaters ran in front of his cell, stopped, and a smooth male voice called out, "He is over here My Lord". Harry's placid disposition was quickly broken when his emerald eyes met red. Panic started to arise in Harry as Voldemort gave a cruel smile. Bellatrix was already out of her cell behind Voldemort, and had apparated to the Riddle mansion. The cell door opened, but Harry stayed rooted to the spot. Voldemort walked forward, muttered a quick 'stupefy', picked up the small teen in his arms, and apparated away, still smirking. Harry Potter had been taken.

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AN: Sorry this was quite late. I have been out of town since its spring break and such. Have no idea when the next chapter will come out, but I will let you know on my biopage on FFN. Oh, yes, on the last chapter about Bella's cell number being 704. That number is the room number of my school's not so favorite and very Snape like chemistry teacher named Mr. Palmer. Well...I like to call him "Snapalmer" hehehe…I think he might actually be WORSE than Snape…hard to tell. Anyway, I DID change the chapter from 'Break Out' to 'Taken'. The next chapter will either be called 'Choices' or 'Lessons'. It just depends how long things get and such. Also I have been having some trouble getting my section break lines to show up on FFN, sorry if you are ever confused! Im trying to find something that will work, in the future I might just write in 'section break'.

Thanks to bandgsecurtiyaw, Hiryu3 (It will be plausible dear, just wait and see!), android181, and Skuld's Sentaro3 for reviewing Chapter 5.