Chapter 2:

Severus Snape was on his way to meet with, Harry Potter. The old Professor took the old mangled trail from the boating dock to the prison. He then entered stating his name and purpose.

It had been 1 year since that cold October day. Many things had happened since Harry, had been brought here. Draco Malfoy had been proven innocent, his father having set him up for the murder of his mother. Another screw up was, Colin Creevey, he was killed after a witch saw him supposedly curse seven muggles. One of the muggleborn wizards, made him suffur.

Severus sighed as they lead him to the room where he would converse with Harry. One more mistake had been made. Harry Potter was innocent, and had let them all believe he had killed Ginny Weasley. Why? None of them knew, for that was a question, he refused to answer. Severus sat down in the chair to wait for Harry. To what for the Savior of the Wizarding World.

Harry was litterally being dragged from his cell. His long black hair was shaggy, his eyes held a forbading darkness, his once muscular lean body was ragged, and thin. His ribs and bones were showing through his pasty white skin.

He cursed, why did the truth have to come out? Harry Potter was fumming, they now decide his innocent. Did they think they could earn his trust so easily, again. Harry growled, trying to break free of the Aurors but failing miserably. In his malnurised state he was easily overcome. He was then thrown into a room at the feet of Severus Snape.

Harry grinned a sick twisted smile, "My dear, Professor, how are you this pleasent day?"

"Potter, What reason did you have to not tell us?" Severus's voice was reprimanding.

"Would you have believed me?" Harry smirked seeing his old Professor's defeated face. "See, I told you."

Severus just shook his head, "Dumbledore would have Potter. He would have found out the truth. After all you are his favorite." Severus watch Harry's face turn into a scowl.

"Albus Dumbledore," He sneered, "Is no more then a lying, manipulative, old fool. If Voldemort knew one thing it was about him."

Severus was shocked, the golden boy, Potter talking like such. "Potter, what do you mean. Dumbledore has done nothing but help you. He's the on that found out you were innocent."

Harry snarled, "He just could not give up his pawn. Damnit, Snape, get a brain. Dumbledore is no better than Voldemort, he's just a little less showing off, of it."

"Potter, Dumbledore is the leader for the light side. He protects us all against the darkness." Severus continued shaking his head, "Being in solitude must have messed with your head."

Harry laughed bitterly, "Snape, being left with the Dursley's fucked up my head. This prison as you all call it, has been my sanctuary for the last year. No responsiblity, no lies, and no pain. At first I was going to escape but, as time wore on it became my home."

Severus stood, "It matters not Potter, tomarrow we will be here to pick you up, whether you wish it or not." Severus headed to the door and glanced back at Harry. "They care about you Potter, they just don't want Voldemort to hurt you."

"He's too late, you all beat him." Harry spoke icily.

Severus felt a stabbing of pain of guilt in his chest. He knew Potter was right. He continued on his way back to Hogwarts to report. The news though was not good.

Harry having being left in the room alone, for what seem like the night. Was contimplating his options. He could go with the Order when they came to pick him up willingly, he could fight them and end up going anyway, or he could escape tonight.

Harry outwardly grinned the last one sooted him just fine. It was time to find another home. Glancing around the room, there was a lone chair that Snape had occupied just hours before. The only other structure besides the walls was the door. He thought back to being dragged here. He hadnt really looked around at where they were taking him.

Harry sighed this was going to be harder than orginally thought. Not eating regularly and exercising had zapped his magically strength, he couldnt rely on his wandless magic to help.

Harry started pacing his frustration was growing. He was not just going to let them take him, and pretend like nothing happened. Harry then stopped in his tracks and smirked. That was exactly what he was going to do, get back in their graces. Have them adore him again. Then he would become the betrayer, and make them suffur.

Harry walked back to the chair and sat down, glancing at the door and whispered, "Tomarrow, it shall begin, again." Then waited for morning...

Disclaimer: Dont own Harry Potter...