Quick summary: Harry was betrayed, they lied and one of his powers it to know lies from truths. Ginny and Hagrid wasn't at the trial. He is in Azkaban, it's not nice (der) he then escaped (yey) on Christmas day. Now on with the story!

Chapter two

The Boxing Day sun rose over the rugged beach on the coast of the Hampton's, waves splashing against what from a distance looked like a fallen angel. This wasn't necessarily the case though because although the form may have had silvery wings, it was in fact a man. One Harry James potter to be more accurate. If in the position to be asked if he considered himself a fallen angel, he would have possible said no. The again he may had commented further saying it was more like "pushed". At the moment however there was no one around to see or ask him that, it being 6am on Boxing Day when most people were currently nurseling well earned hangovers.

All things considered though, it was good that no one was there because at the moment he wasn't really in a fit state to entertain strangers. He was currently sporting a rather ratty Azkaban prison uniform, fully incrusted with cement and dust and gnat features making him hardly a contender for "wizard of the year" or even "Azkaban escapee of the year" come to think about it. There was also the minor fact that he currently felt the same as those cursed with the aforementioned hangovers...

No he defiantly was not in any fit state to entertain strangers.

Three hours later and Harry was much happier to find the full scale road works had been decreased to a single workman using a pneumatic drill in his head, allowing him to once more make attempts at sentient thought. Staggering up to his feet he felt his wings retract, leaving only his tatters back clothing and moving "tattoo" as a testament to there past existence. He slowly surveyed the area before finally setting off towards a nearby forest at a slow trudge (AN: To trudge… the slow, weary, depressing, yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in his life except the impulse to simply… soldier on), hoping to find somewhere less open in which he could more safely rest and regain his bearings.


An: I hope you enjoyed, a little show of his powers, a bit of trudging (Quote from a Knights tale) Oh and X-men coming up in next chapter.