White, Black… and Grey
By The Night Is My Friend
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Harry moaned as he felt something cold around his neck. There was a small click and Harry sleepily opened his eyes. Instantly he was fully awake and pulling away from those blue eyes. What was he doing in Azkaban!
"What are you doing here Dumbledore!" Harry spat out the name with hate, the old fool was the one who put him here.
"Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being in a room with a dangerous killer like me?" Dumbledore glared down with such disappointment in his eyes. Harry wanted to shout and scream at him, to hit him and wipe that look off his face, to make him see that he had put an innocent boy in Azkaban! But Dumbledore merely stood up and suddenly Harry saw the metal chain in the old man's hand which Harry's eyes followed until he realized that the cold item around his neck was a metal collar and the metal chain was a leash! Harry looked incredulously at Dumbledore's eyes which, while still showing his disappointment, now showed his disgust. Harry's mind slipped back to the days when he could make those eyes twinkle. Then he remembered his arrest.
Flashback
Harry was sitting in the huge court room he had been in the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was chained to the chair.
"Mr. Potter, you stand here today to face the punishment for the murder of hundreds of witches and wizards, in the name of he-who-must-not-be-named, Is this correct?" Fudge asked coldly.
"Actually I'm sitting chained to a chair, I never killed anyone, and how could I have been working in the name of somebody with no name!"
"Enough of this, silencio, now, the punishment would usually be a dementor's kiss but you are not 18 so instead you are sentenced to a life sentence in Azkaban. Take him away!" Harry had screamed silently as the dementors entered and thousands of voices whispered in his head. All of the people he hadn't been able to save. The images from Voldemort... and his own images.
Green light
Screaming
Kill the Spare
Cold laughter
Green light
Laughter
Harry passed out as the Dementors grabbed him. He had woken up in a prison cell.
End Flashback
Nobody had believed him. Not even Ron and Hermione. He had been left there and now he was twenty four. Harry was pulled back to reality as Dumbledore jerked on the leash. Harry rolled his eyes,
"Woof, woof, please pet me, woof, woof," Harry said sarcastically. Then he stood up and strolled after the old man.
As they walked onto the boat and sailed off Dumbledore kept jerking on the chain and seemed to be in a hurry. When they got on the boat Dumbledore attached the chain to a ring in the wall. Unfortunately that forced Harry away from any seats. Harry didn't mind, after eight years in Azkaban he didn't care about what other people thought or about hard floors. He sat down, which he could barely do thanks to the height of the chain, and looked at Dumbledore.
"So... where ya'll taking me?" Dumbledore glared down at Harry.
"Your master and us are making a trade, you for Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy. Consider yourself lucky that we said yes, most of us were against the idea." Dumbledore didn't notice the look of alarm and possibly fear that crossed Harry's face for a split second.
Harry pretended to look impressed,
"Well that's the best idea I've heard since I was sent to Azkaban! Send the only person who can save you into the hands of the one trying to kill you and your savior, excellent. I must admit, I never thought you'd ever come up with one as good as that!" The sarcasm was dripping from the words. Dumbledore showed his disappointed face again but before he could speak Harry interrupted,
"Oh for crying out loud Dumbledore! Quit with that face! I should feel betrayed not you! I should be the one sitting in a chair not you! Have you really fallen so far that you would condemn an innocent man to Azkaban and then that pale murderous fiend who terrorizes your people!" Harry paused, studying the old fool's face
"No, no you haven't changed, have you. You were always this way and I never even saw it." Spite and hatred coated the words and Harry turned away his face for the rest of the trip and never spoke a word more.
Harry held his head high even as Dumbledore jerked the chain. They approached a huge valley and Dumbledore walked straight to the middle where there were three posts.
"There's a spell on them so that unless all three are occupied nobody can be untied so when your master comes he'll have to leave the others before he can get his most dependable slave back," Dumbledore's words were filled with disgust as he chained Harry to the post. He just looked into Dumbledore's eyes and he looked back. They stood there for just a few minutes then Harry's eyes finally let out his defeat and pain.
"I'm sorry." Harry said and before Dumbledore could even wonder what he meant there was a high pitched laugh. Dumbledore whirled around but Harry just closed his eyes and turned pale.
"I see you held up your end of the bargain, headmaster," called Lord Voldemort. Lucius and Peter walked hesitantly on each side. Harry looked at Dumbledore and told him in a hoarse voice,
"You realize, don't you, that the instant they're in Azkaban they'll be broken out by Voldemort." Dumbledore just looked at Harry's forehead with his eyebrows raised.
"What?" Dumbledore just pointed at his forehead. Harry reached up and wiped his forehead. His hand came down covered with blood. Harry shrugged,
"So?" Dumbledore started to look thoughtfully at Harry but then Harry felt a huge, painful yank on the leash. Harry was pulled straight next to the pale snake-like creature. Harry screamed as Voldemort grasped his face.
Then Harry and Voldemort vanished and the yell echoed in the valley.