Tell me have you ever had your heart feel as if it was ripped away from your body. Have you ever lied on the floor seemingly bleeding from you fresh wounds? Do you know what hell is? Do you know who I am? After all what use are you when your purpose has been served. You're just insignificant, nothing anymore.

In this world of mine I am alone… I am alone and love it. Not everything in my world is perfect. In my world of betrayal and heartbreak I sit on my pedestal waiting for my puppeteer to see me useful again. I mean after all what is a puppet without an audience.

You are probably wondering if I am sane. In fact you are probably wondering who the hell I am! My name is Harry. Harry James Potter, the abused son of the Wizarding World, their Savior and Boy Who Lived. I am also now known as the defeater of Voldemort.

Where am I? You probably are asking. I am in the wizarding prison of Azkaban, where my godfather once was. My godfather that betrayed me. My godfather I believed with all my heart was innocent. My godfather who testified against me. My sentence? Life imprisonment… My crime? The murder of Remus Lupin and Ron Weasley.

The pathetic thing is that there was only on tiny speck of evidence it may have been me. My wand I'd lost a week before was found at the scene of the crime. Amazing I know… to convict a 15 year old boy on one tiny speck of evidence. They were all so stupid. They feared me for my power, the power they also "loved" me for.

I was dating someone. Before I was thrown in my prison. I thought I might even love her. Hermione Granger, my ex mudblood lover. The one who said she loved me, the one who came up with the notion I was guilty. The one who followed Dumbledore blindly.

My manipulator, Dumbledore, hearing his name makes me boil. The man who treated me like a grandson, the man who destroyed my childhood, the man WHO FUCKED WITH MY LIFE! This fool had me follow him blindly, believing his half truths and lies. This fool cost me my freedom.

Freedom… I don't remember what it is like to be free. I don't know what it means. To be free… how comforting would that be… how safe. My hatred is deep; my heart is weighed down with burdens. My soul is far too gone. I could never have freedom. I am stuck as I am. Frozen in a stone… with no chance of escaping.

Unless they come back… come back to their toy solider, their pawn, and they need his help once more. Will I accept them back?

Never…

How could I take back those who would throw me aside like trash when my task for them is completed? I have learned a lot on this island… my nickname here is Raven; the guards don't like to use my name.

Perhaps it invokes pity in them. Like the day in the courtroom… I remember that day far to well.

"Murder!" Hermione the ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter screamed, "How could you?"

The Wizarding World's Savior was brought in his head bowed low. His eyes were shadowed by his bangs. He glanced up at the face of the one he loved, wincing at the hatred etched deep into her face.

Harry felt pushes from behind his escorts were rushing him along. To stand in front of the judge, Minister Fudge. Harry came to a halt in front of the cherry wood stand. He looked up to Fudge resigned to his fate. Feeling the stares of his former friends' and those just there to watch.

"Harry James Potter, on the charges of murder in the 1st degree of the deaths of Mr. Ronald Weasley and Remus Lupin you have pleaded not guilty. Am I correct?"

Harry nodded his gaze never wavering from the Minister's face. If the Minister was nervous of the stare or curious he did not show it. He continued on with the sentencing.

"Very well then, we the Wizarding Community of Great Britain find you, Mr. Harry James Potter guilty in all charges. You are sentenced to life in Azkaban."

The crowd cheered. Harry's head hung dejectedly as he was turned once again around and lead by his guards.

"Hey murderer." Harry turned to see Sirius.

"I hope you rot in hell from what you did to Remus."

Harry smirked at Sirius, his face and heart hardening, "You've sent an innocent man to somewhere worse than hell."

Sirius's face faltered. Harry turned away from him and kept walking, feeling familiar eyes on him, he turned. There in all his glory was Draco Malfoy. Harry smiled wearily at him as he approached.

Draco returned his smile and whispered quietly as he walked by, "I'll keep fighting for you."

I smile even now at that memory. Draco is still fighting for me. Believing he owes me a life debt. For saving him from the Dark Lord. His father is here in this hell with me. He tells me that Wormtail set me up. Or at least he told me. Right before he received the Dementors kiss.

You're probably wondering why I am not insane. I mean Dementors? Remember Dumbledore is a tricky wizard. He made sure I was given a cell to ensure my sanity. He also made sure I would serve life. After all what use is a pawn when broken.

"Raven," I hear a voice through my door call, "there are some people here to see you."

I feel myself grin. Dumbledore has come, has the world already found a need for me again. After all it's only been two years. I stand quickly the door opens and my guard grasps me gently by the arm and leads me out.

Dumbledore has brought his birds I see as I am lead into a room far to bright for me. I wince inwardly at the sound of Granger's sobs. Her muttering I'm so sorry will get annoying soon.

"Harry," I hear Dumbledore's voice, "I am so sorry my boy, there has been made a grave mistake against you."

I just smirk, "Like hell there has."

AN: that is just the begining... the next chapters will be longer I am thinking 8-10 pages... I will be updating every 3 weeks... sooner if I get more reviews... I apologies for any and all spelling and grammer errors... This story will be turned to M shortly... I warn you of death blood and violence... and maybe even slash... review... and my new chapter may be out in a week...

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