Squished Spiders
Harry woke up to loud banging and the shrill voice of his Aunt shouting at him to wake up. He automatically called back that he was awake while he struggled to sit up, hitting his head hard on the low ceiling. Blinking from the pain he suddenly froze in his tracks. Something was wrong with this picture. Massively wrong, like if titanic was sinking being level 9 of wrongness, this was level 16. Why was he at the Dursley's (not home, NEVER home) when he was sure last time he checked he was in Azkaban? And how did his Aunt wake him up when he KNEW she was dead? Wasn't it her death after all that he had been charged and sent to Azkaban for?
He decided to just go with it for now; after all he had checked and found he didn't have his wand on him and was pretty useless without it. If he was lucky this might just be a cool delusion induced by way too many dementors and not enough food. It was a well known fact that you went insane in Azkaban... well he would wait and see...
He started getting dressed again in haste, remembering just how angry his aunt could get when left waiting and, delusion or not, he really didn't need another burn mark to add to his collection right now. Absentmindedly he removed a small spider off his sock getting a major sense of deja-vu, he was sure he had squished that spider before.
AN: Slightly edited (a full 15+ words added) and error free chapter two. Yes I buckled and continued, but don't bank on it going further...