Phoenix Flame

Child of the new Dawn

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The Pain that Binds

As Harry slowly came into consciousness, he was first aware of lying face down on a cold hard stone floor. As he moved his head up to look around, a burning white pain washed over him, nearly causing him to black out again. After the pain had dulled to a constant throb, Harry slowly and carefully, pushed up on his arms and sat back on his knees to look around.

The cell, as that it undoubtedly was one, had one small window that showed a small expanse of a crashing ocean. The walls were of the same stone as the floor, though they were covered in varies markings, no doubt calendars or other things to keep its last occupant busy. Harry steadfastly ignored the darker smudges on the right wall near a metal ring set into the stone.

On the floor, mostly pushed back into the corners, were pieces of jagged stone that crumbled from the wall or ceiling. Under the window was a small cot, not unlike the one he had sleep inside the cupboard when he lived with the Dursleys. The wall across from the window was open save for the long metal bars that prevented him from simply exiting the room.

Mindful of the wound on his head, Harry slowly rose to his feet and walked toward the bars; grasping them with his fingers and leaning out, resting his forehead against the cool bars.

The hall was empty at the moment, and Harry could only make out shapes and shadows in the other cells. With a flash of panic, Harry turned back toward the cell. The waves crashed furiously against the island of rock. With trembling fingers, Harry touched the name carved by a jagged stone, Sirius Black. Harry felt his knees give out and he kneeled on the floor with one hand still on his godfather's name. He was in Azkaban.

Flashes of his godfather's face, pale and gaunt, appeared in his mind as Harry looked around the place his godfather had spent twelve years of his life, knowing he was innocent.

"Awww.... is the itty bitty baby scared? We thought you might like being in the same cell that once held my dear cousin." A sneering voice cut through the silence.

Harry was on his feet at once, ignoring the pain, and glaring at Bellatrix, "It held you once too...." Harry said quietly.

"Until my master freed me." Bellatrix finished with a twisted smile at Harry, "But you can count on a nice long stay here." She walked away laughing highly.

"H-harry?" The soft voice cut through Harry's anger, as he looked to his left. Kassidy was curled up in the corner, face pressed against the bars, squinting in the darkness at him.

"It's okay, Kassidy. I'm here." Harry murmured softly and reached a hand through the bars and grasped her smaller hand gently.

"Keane won't wake up," she said in a frightened voice, "he's gotta cut on his head. I'm scared."

Harry squeezed her hand tighter, "Is anyone else in there with you?"

She sniffed softly, "Daddy was, but they took him away. H-he told me to be a good girl and don't move w-when they c-came. Is my daddy gonna be okay?"

Before Harry could answer, the door at the far end of the hall opened and two deatheaters walked through carrying a person in-between them. Harry quickly let go of Kassidy's hand and moved back a bit into the cell, watching their approach.

With a spell from one of their wands, a torch attached to the wall ignited and lit up Marrok's face. Harry pushed himself back against the wall with his hand clamped over his mouth. Marrok's face was covered in bruises and cuts, similar to Hagrid's face when he was teaching his half-brother Grump, and he was limp in the deatheaters' arms.

Kassidy scuttled backwards quickly, as they opened the door and threw the man inside. They laughed at Kassidy's pitiful cries and attempts to awaken her father and walked away, extinguishing the torch as they did.

Harry curled up by Sirius' name, wrapping his arms around his knees, as he listen to Kassidy's cries grow softer and then stop as she succumbed to exhaustion. He looked up to the window, were he could glimpse a small square of stormy skies, with Marrok's beaten face still in his mind. How long until it was his turn?

Harry wrapped his arms tighter and laid his head against the stone. As he started to fall asleep, a sudden cold washed over him and his dreams were filled with screams and shadows coming out of the veil at the Department of Mysteries. He knew before he opened his eyes the next morning that the dementors were stationed throughout the hall.

'Moony..... where are you?'


"WHAT?!" Remus shouted.

They were in the dinning room again, which had become the unofficial place where meetings would be held. Hermione and Ron sat side-by-side, their faces pale and worried as they were told the past day's events. Mrs. Weasley sat trembling slightly in her seat with her handkerchief clutched tightly in her hand as she sat next to her husband.

Remus was standing up at the far end of the table glaring daggers at Dumbledore. The old man was sitting at the head of the table and watching Remus with a calm expression. In Remus' anger he did not see the headmaster's hands balled into tight fists or the tenseness in his shoulders.

Tonks paced the length on the room in front of the fireplace, while Moody watched from a chair pulled into the corner where his magical eye took in the others from under the tipped hat he had come accustomed to wearing.

"Remus, the order can not-" Dumbledore began.

"HARRY IS INJURED AND LOCKED UP IN AZKABAN, ALONG WITH THE OTHER CHILDREN AND WEREWOLF LEADERS, AND YOU WANT US TO WAIT A WEEK BEFORE WE EVEN TRY ANYTHING!?!" Remus bellowed, his eyes darkening to a dark burgundy.

"That has to be the loudest I've ever heard you raise your voice in the entire time that I have known you Remus." A sly voice commented from the doorway.

Remus glared at Ashon and opened his mouth, only to close it at the sight of him. Ashon's left arm was surrounded in bandages and up in a sling. Remus could also see, in the holes of Ashon's bloodied shirt, bandages surrounding his chest.

"Potter will certainly be surprised that the ever calm Lupin, finally lost it. But then, I guess it was only a matter of time."

Remus could feel the wolf inside him raise its hackles at the sight and voice of Severus Snape, as he entered the room, "Didn't you know anything about this?" Remus snapped at him, ignoring his sire.

"Of course not, but even if I did, perhaps Potter could use some time in Azkaban. It certainly made an affect on Black, but if Potter is anything like his fa-" Snape was cut off as Remus slugged him right across the face and then pulled him up by the collar of his robes, "Don't you dare say that again." Remus whispered softly and left Snape fall to the ground.

As Remus slumped into a chair he vaguely noticed the impressed looks on Ashon's, Ron's, and Hermione's faces. And of course the disproval from the other adults, save Tonks, who had fallen to the floor with her fist in her mouth to muffle her laughter.

He put his head in his hands and laced his fingers in his hair. From behind him, Remus heard Snape curse and undoubtedly rise with his wand raised. But Dumbledore said sternly, "That's enough Severus, Remus."

There was a pause, and then Dumbledore asked, as though nothing had happened, "Any news Severus?"

"Potter and the..... others.... are indeed in Azkaban. The dark lord has already tortured Marrok and Tiernan for various information. They have not said anything as of yet, but the dark lord is confident that he will break them within the week. Marrok's two brats were among those taken."

He paused for a moment and then said slowly, "As for Potter," Remus raised his head and looked at Snape, feeling no remorse for the black eye forming on the potion master's face, "Between the dark lord and Bellatrix, they have decided to place him in his dear godfather's old cell. They plan to allow Potter to see the results of the others torture before experiencing it himself. The dark lord said he has something 'special' planned for him."

Remus stood up abruptly and started to leave, when Snape sneered, "Poor werewolf can't stand the thought of Potter getting a little ruffled?"

Remus was surprised with Ashon responded, "If you don't want a matching eye, then I suggest you shut your mouth, human."

He gave a small nod to Ashon, before going to his room and sitting on the bed. He stared at the floor for a moment, studying the polished wood, while Harry lay freezing on a hard stone slab.

He looked at the ceiling and thought, 'I'll get you out of there Harry, I promise.'


Harry placed a hand over his ears, even though he knew the screams weren't coming from the others in the adjoining cells. The dementors had been in place during the night and most of the day.

Harry sighed and closed his eyes, pulling up his mind shields for a few moments of sanity. He was still very weak and found he could not pull off even the simplest of spells without his wand, much less break out of his cell.

While he could keep his own demons at bay using his shields, it only switched the torture. Instead of hearing screams inside his head, Harry was forced to listen to the others screams. Harry could guess most of the werewolves' worst memories had to do with their most painful transformations and when a wolf attacked them.

It a twisted sort of comfort, that Keane had yet to awaken for more than a few minutes, keeping his mind safer from the horrible effect of the dementors. Kassidy was much stronger than Harry had ever given her credit for, as she managed to care for both her father and brother while the dementors floated passed.

Harry had yet to see Tiernan, but from Marrok's babble, Harry caught Tiernan's name. It was Larentia Harry was worried about. He had not seen her since the Nightghast attacks.

He had not said anything to Kassidy or Marrok; there was no reason to bring that up now.

He looked out at the ocean again. He hadn't given up the hope that the order would intervene soon, but..... as time wore on, and Harry watched the others sink slowly into depression...... and knowing he wasn't that far behind...... the order had better show up soon or there might not be much left to save.

With a sigh, Harry used what precious energy he had left and transformed into Kenani's wolf form and laid down on top of the cot. It was always strange to shift sudden into this form and it took Harry a few minutes before he could see the room properly in blacks, whites, and grays.

He cocked his head at the bars on his door and then on those on the window before shaking his head. Even in his phoenix form he couldn't make it out and he didn't have enough energy to transform and then fly across an ocean. He would have to wait it out.

Harry sighed and laid his head down on the rough, uncovered cot, trying not to breathe in too deep and fill his lungs with the scent of death and despair that seemed to linger in the walls of Azkaban. A faint screaming buzzed in his head and Harry opened his eyes and transformed back into a human to watch the dementors return with another werewolf.

He dully made a mark on the wall with a piece of stone, one more day passed in Azkaban.


A/N sorry for the wait, I've just been really busy lately. I WILL update 'Wizards of the Caribbean' soon. I've had about half a chappie for it written already. Please review and answer the poll! I'll try to update sooner and thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday.

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