Harry Potter and the Following Words
With Ginny over one shoulder, the destroyed diary in his pocket, and the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, Harry Potter made his way out of the Chamber of Secrets and into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, hanging onto Fawkes' tailfeathers.
As he stumbled and almost fell, some of Fawkes' feathers came loose in his hand and the phoenix vanished with a squawk and a burst of flame.
"Sorry," Harry apologized to the empty room. He looked down at the feathers in his hand and tried to figure out where to put them, eventually settling on sticking them in the rat's nest he called hair, since he couldn't reach his pocket without dropping Ginny and after everything he'd gone through he was far too tired to pick her up again if he set her down. "Glad you're so light," he told the unconscious redhead as he stumbled out into the hall.
"Stupefy!" someone called out and everything went black.
Harry recalled several brief memories each ending with a red light and then a sharp pain as there was a flash of flame and some woman screaming before everything went black once more.
He finally awoke, cold and sore, with a pounding headache.
"Harry?" a male voice he didn't recognize asked. "Is that really you?"
"Probably," Harry replied distractedly, "at least everybody looking for Harry has been looking for me."
"Harry Potter?" a female voice queried from the cell on the other side in confusion, the voice floating through a small grate connecting the cells near the ceiling.
"That's definitely me," Harry said as the ache in his brain subsided a little and he began to be able to think a little clearer.
"How did you get in here?!" the male demanded incredulously.
"I don't know," Harry replied, "the last thing I remember is carrying Ginny Weasely out of the chamber of secrets."
There was a silence for a minute, before the woman said, "Normally people go insane here but they don't start off that way."
"What's so crazy about that?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Maybe the fact that the Chamber of Secrets is a myth," the male said with a sigh.
"It's a crumbling hole in the ground beneath Hogwarts," Harry said, "it's not that impressive."
"The stories all say it's filled with Slytherin's greatest treasures," the female pointed out.
"It had a bloody big snake and a statue of Slytherin," Harry said, "other than that, just cobwebs and water damage."
"Okay, maybe you aren't insane," the male said.
"Let's not be too hasty here," the female said, "we'll have to hear the whole story first."
"It's a bit long," Harry said with a shiver as he looked around his cell and realized that was exactly what it was, a prison cell, "and I don't even know who you are or where I am."
"I'm Sirius Black, your godfather," the male voice introduced himself.
"I'm Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, distant cousin and probably your enemy," the female voice added. "Welcome to Azkaban."
"I'm in Azkaban?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Wait, what do you mean you're my enemy?"
"I was one of Voldemort's inner circle," Bellatrix said proudly, "until you killed him."
"Which time?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean which time?" she asked in confusion.
"Well he bounced a killing curse off my head when I was a baby, but that probably had more to do with my Mum's sacrifice than anything I did, Dumbledore told me it was my mother's love that protected me, though that does make me wonder why it's never protected any of the other children he's killed," Harry said thoughtfully.
"If all it took was love, the killing curse would be useless," Bellatrix pointed out, "people risk their lives to protect their loved ones all the time."
"He could be full of it," Harry agreed, "Dumbledore is pretty barmy. Still whatever my mum did, there was enough left to burn Quirrell, my first year defense teacher, to death."
"You burned your defense against the dark arts teacher to death?" Sirius asked. "No wonder they tossed you in here."
"That was last year," Harry complained, "if they had a problem with it, they would have brought it up before now."
"Maybe you should start at the beginning," Sirius suggested.
"Alright, but this is going to be a long story," Harry said with a sigh.
"We're not going anywhere anytime soon," Bellatrix said.
One long story later…
"And then I wake up here," Harry finished.
"The Dark Lord is a half-blood?" Bellatrix asked in disbelief, still in shock.
"I have no idea why they'd stick you in here after all of that," Sirius said confused. "I was tossed in here without a trial for betraying your parents, but at least they had the excuse of me saying it was all my fault."
"That's because you're an idiot," Bellatrix said with a sigh.
"But it was my fault!" Sirius exclaimed. "If I hadn't suggested we change the secret keeper to Wormtail, James and Lily would still be alive!"
"Maybe you should start at the beginning," Harry said, "because I know next to nothing about my parents except that they died."
"No one's said anything to you about them?" Sirius asked in disbelief.
"Just Snape insulting my Da," Harry said. "But backup and explain the whole betraying my parents thing."
"It's a pretty short story," Sirius said with a sigh.
"As Bellatrix pointed out, I'm not going anywhere," Harry said.
"Do the voices!" Bellatrix ordered.
Sirius chuckled. "Okay, I'll do the voices."
One short story made longer with funny voices later…
"And then I was tossed in here," Sirius finished. "After a couple of months I realized they might not be scheduling me a trial after all… so I've just been left here to rot."
Silence fell for a few seconds.
"So, what's your story?" Harry asked Bellatrix.
"I was raised as a Black, the cream of the wizarding world," she said, with a smile they could hear, "and then I was married off to one of Voldemort's inner circle to help cement our families position in his forces. I was a dutiful wife as I was raised to be, and did my best to bring honor to our family name, wiping out the mudbloods who have infected our society and stoppingthe creeping rot that is leading to the downfall of magic."
"What creeping rot?" Harry asked curiously.
"The usual," Sirius said, "the social changes you get when a flood of people enter a society and feel no need to conform and instead expect you to conform to where they come from. Muggleborns were unhappy with women holding power, with our pagan holiday traditions, with our insistence that treating non-humans as humans was an insult."
"It took me forever to get him to actually listen and agree," Bellatrix complained.
"I thought women holding power was a good thing in muggle society," Harry said, "they constantly went on about it on the telly all the time."
"Maybe they do now," Sirius said, "not so much a decade ago and you have to realize the magical world has had equality of the sexes for centuries."
"As it should be," Bellatrix said firmly. "You have to take a couple of months off to have a kid and you may not be able to out arm wrestle most men, but when you have magic those hardly make a difference."
"Yeah, I can see how muggle culture screwed with that," Harry admitted, "they're still working on the equality thing, though they seem to have it in hand."
"Too little, too late," Bellatrix said with a growl.
"What do you think about Voldemort now?" Harry asked.
Bellatrix sighed. "He's a cunt," she said after a minute, regret in her voice. "I thought he was trying to save our society from the muggles' backward ways, but now… it's obvious he's a cunt."
"On that we agree," Harry said.
"And how do you feel about everything you had to do in the war?" Sirius asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to make sure Harry knew that despite her acknowledgement that Voldemort was a cunt, she was still evil and not someone to trust.
"I'm fine with all of that," Bellatrix said, "thanks to the mudblood's corruption of our ways I have to obey my husband so it's not like I really had a choice. I've spent my entire life being told what to do, so I tried to have some fun with it, though I don't think anyone else really got the joke."
"Joke?" Sirius asked in disbelief.
Bellatrix laughed. "I'd act like a complete nutter and massively overdo everything," she said proudly.
Harry snickered. "Yeah, it really does suck when all you can do is what they tell you and you get punished for every little thing, but overdoing it does at least keep you from getting bored."
"You do know she's talking about killing people, right?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah," Harry said with a sigh, "but did she really have a choice? Is Voldemort the kind of employer that will take a refusal all that well? Cause I've met him a couple of times now and I don't see it. In fact I would go so far as to say he might be a bit of a cunt."
Bellatrix laughed. "That he is."
Sirius chuckled ruefully. "No, life has not turned out the way I thought it would."
"I'm right there with you," Harry said. "Of course… at least I'm not at the Dursleys."
"But you're in Azkaban," Sirius said.
"Yep," Harry agreed, "which means I don't have to work like a slave or fight for my life."
"There is that," Sirius admitted.
"The magic world kinda sucks," Harry decided.
"It can," Sirius admitted.
"Parts of it do regardless," Bellatrix said with a sigh.
The air began to get cold though his head felt like it was heating up.
"Fucking d-dementors!" Bellatrix stuttered out.
"Move as far away fr-from the door as p-possible," Sirius added, "they'll b-be gone in a couple of h-hours."
"F-focus on something th-that m-makes you angry," Bellatrix suggested as they all moved as far back in their cells as possible.
Harry's breath fogged the air and his body felt cold, though his head began to feel really hot. He could see what appeared to be several skeletal figures in tattered black robes, floating outside his cell door, thankfully they didn't try to enter as he doubted the heavy wood door would really stop them.
He tried to think of things that made him mad, the Dursleys, incompetent teachers, useless people in positions of authority. His head felt like it was on fire, but he didn't smell any burning hair and he realized he was speaking aloud, "And then the massive twat claims I had to have cheated because I scored better than he did, I'm pretty sure the class hamster could have scored better than a fifty three!"
"Harry, Harry, Harry!" Sirius and Bellatrix were yelling at him.
"Um… what?" Harry asked, confused but calming down.
"They're gone," Sirius said, sounding exhausted, "you can calm down now."
Bellatrix laughed tiredly. "You were on a right tear."
"There has been an enormous amount of stupidity in my life," Harry replied with a sigh.
"Personally, I blame Dumbledore," Bellatrix said. "He's the one running everything."
"He's old," Sirius said, "and as Harry's mentioned, quite barmy."
"So, you're saying he's not at fault?" Bellatrix demanded.
Sirius considered things for a few seconds. "Nah, I have no problem saying he's at fault, I'm just pointing out some of the reasons."
Bellatrix yawned, which was soon echoed by Sirius and Harry.
"We should probably get some sleep," Bellatrix said, "we can talk more in the morning."
"Which is about all we can do here," Sirius said with a sigh. "Night Bella, night Harry."
"Night Sirius, night Bella," Harry said, curling up on his thin mattress and pulling his wool blanket around him.
"Night back," Bellatrix said.
Three days later
"I'm just saying if it feeds on happy memories than why would a patronus drive it off?" Harry asked. "They should be feeding on the patronus, since it is happy memories externalized."
"Well…" Sirius considered what his godson was saying, "you tend to lose happy memories around them and all you can think of is the bad ones, until that's all you can remember."
"Exactly," Harry said, "they feed on bad emotions by suppressing good memories so they can feed."
"That makes a lot more sense than what we were taught at Hogwarts," Bellatrix said thoughtfully.
"Which was taught by wizards," Harry said, "so naturally it's kinda dodgy."
Sirius sighed. "Harry, just because some wizards are… off, doesn't mean all of them are."
"Name one who isn't," Harry challenged.
Bellatrix laughed, genuinely amused.
"Your parents," Sirius said firmly.
"Sorry, you'll have to use an example that I actually know about," Harry said.
"Besides, I remember all the stories you've told me about the two," Bellatrix spoke up.
"Hey!" Sirius exclaimed. "The stories I told you were just the amusing ones, not like how they were day to day."
"Some of James' pranks went beyond what any rational person would consider sane," Bellatrix replied with a laugh, "and Lily… Lily held grudges far past the point of sanity."
"Well… they were still good people," Sirius defended them.
"Just because they were a bit off doesn't mean they were bad people," Bellatrix conceded.
"Alright then," Sirius said, satisfied with her response.
"Maybe it's just the British Wizarding world that's crazy?" Harry asked hopefully.
The resulting laughter from the two went on for a while and did not make Harry hopeful about their answer.
"Every country makes fun of the others for their quirks," Bellatrix said once she'd recovered, "for Japan with their insistence on using swords, to Africa and their refusal to use foci at all."
"And those are some of the more sane quirks," Sirius said.
"How do you do magic without foci?" Harry asked curiously, figuring out from the context what Sirius meant.
"Poorly, clumsily, and often explosively," Sirius replied. "You can master a few basic spells you are familiar with that way, but never more than the absolute basics."
There was a popping noise as the house elves that worked at the prison delivered their food. It was some type of mush and a mug of water.
There was quiet for a few minutes as everyone ate their food and drank their water. There were no utensils, so they had to use their hands. The first time he'd eaten it Harry had worried about making a mess and how he'd clean up afterwards, but it turned out the elves also took care of that as well.
Truthfully, he was being fed and cared for better at Azkaban than he ever had been at the Dursleys. His voicing of that thought had led to some uncomfortable conversations with Sirius and Bellatrix.
"Thanks for the food," Harry said aloud as he finished, as was his habit. The bowl vanished a second later and the feel of elven magic washed over him as he was cleaned up. "Gotta love elves," he said with a small smile.
"This place would be a lot worse without them," Bellatrix admitted, "their service is adequate for this situation."
"So… what spells can you guys do wandlessly?" Harry asked curiously.
"I can summon small items to my hand, mainly my wand," Bellatrix said. "Never really mastered any other wandless spells."
"Same here," Sirius added. "If you can retrieve your wand you can cast any other spells you like once you have it. It's standard training for our family."
"It's a shame neither of you mastered the warming charm," Harry said, wrapping his blanket around himself, "that would come in a bit handy right now."
"Yeah, it would," Sirius agreed, "in fact there are a lot of charms I wouldn't mind being able to cast if just to make the cell more comfortable."
"So… how do we go about learning then?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's a lot faster if you have a wand," Sirius said with a sigh. "It's a long slow process without one."
"Got somewhere you gotta be in the morning?" Bellatrix asked sarcastically.
"Good point," Sirius said. "Okay, let's start with occlumency…"
A month later…
Harry fixed the memory of the first time he'd cast the Lumos charm in his mind and mimed holding his wand. "Lumos," he incanted and a warm ball of light appeared above his hand chasing away a little of the cold and gloom. Harry slumped against the wall. "I did it!"
"Congrats," Sirius said cheerfully. "You have now performed your first bit of wandless magic. It should be easier for you to figure out other things now… theoretically."
"Theoretically?"
"I'm still finding it tough going myself," Sirius admitted. "Got the light charm to flicker a couple of times, but not quite there yet."
"I'm still working on that one too," Bellatrix said, "but I did manage to get a grooming charm to work, though I had to cast it about a dozen times."
"Really?" Sirius asked, surprised. "Why didn't you mention that before?"
"Didn't want to discourage Harry," Bellatrix replied, "also didn't think you'd be interested in hearing that my legs are now silky smooth and I no longer look like I have a werewolf in a leg lock."
Harry laughed while Sirius sputtered.
"Alright, you've got me on that one," he conceded.
"Oh, my yearly letter," Bellatrix said after the pop of an elf was heard.
"We can get mail in here?" Harry asked curiously.
"After it's been checked for spells or poisons," Bellatrix replied. "Augusta seems to be in fine form," she noted as she read. "Apparently Neville is growing up into quite the strong young man and she encourages me to escape so that she may find a way to end my very existence after three weeks of torture."
"She really doesn't like you, does she?" Harry asked.
"Well, I did help my worthless husband torture her son and daughter-in-law into insanity," Bellatrix replied. "Well, she thinks I did anyway."
"What did you do?" Sirius asked cautiously.
"Obliviated them into drooling idiocy," Bellatrix replied, absently. "It was kinder than letting their minds snap under torture and has the added effect of them not dying under the cruciatus."
"What's the difference other than them not dying?" Harry asked, not sure how to feel about it. He considered Bellatrix a friend, despite her assurance that they were enemies and it was rather upsetting to hear about something she'd done during the war that had hurt someone who he considered a friend.
"The chance of recovery for one," Bellatrix replied. "Yes, they went through a lot of pain and the body responds the same, but they don't die and have a small chance of recovery since their minds aren't shattered under torture, just wiped."
"I don't know whether that's better or worse than a clean death," Sirius admitted after a few seconds of thought.
"It's worse than a clean death," Bellatrix said readily, "but a clean death was never on the table and by keeping my worthless husband and brother-in-law distracted it gave the aurors time to show up and drive us off before Neville was put through the same thing."
"That was kind of you," Harry told her.
"No," Bellatrix disagreed, "it was still pretty fucking horrible, but it was somewhat less awful at least."
"So, do you ever receive any letters?" Harry asked Sirius.
"Had a couple of death threats and letters about how everyone was disappointed in me," Sirius replied, "but none of them really cared enough to write to me year after year telling me I should die. I'm a bit disappointed in that. You'd think at least Remus would write me hate mail, we were James' best friends for Merlin's sake!"
Harry considered that for a moment. "Yeah, I can see where he should have, at least once a year if just to gloat how you were going to die in a cage." The young boy warmed his hands on the floating ball of light he'd summoned.
"Before my mum died she wrote me a letter saying she was proud of me for being a true Slytherin and planning so far ahead to serve the Dark Lord," he said disgusted. "I got re-instated into the family and everything."
"I don't think I'd like your mom," Harry decided.
"I never liked her myself," Sirius agreed.
"I always hated visiting her," Bellatrix said. "I cursed her portrait while they were making it so that when it awakens it's got none of her cunning and will just curse at everyone in sight at the top of her lungs."
Sirius burst out laughing.
"I wonder why no one has written me," Harry said. "I mean, I know I was on the outs with Ron, but I did save his sister."
"Out of sight, out of mind," Sirius said, shaking his head. "We're here because the wizarding world has thrown us away, I wouldn't expect to get many letters from your friends after everything that's happened and what they've probably been told."
"At least you two are here to keep me sane," Harry said cheerfully.
Sirius and Bellatrix laughed until tears came to their eyes.
"That's a good one," Sirius said.
"We weren't the most well-adjusted to begin with," Bellatrix said, "and a decade in here hasn't helped any."
Harry shrugged even though they couldn't see it. "Still better than the Dursleys. Hey Bellatrix, can you teach me the hair grooming charm you learned?"
"Do you have any hair to groom?" she asked, surprised.
"Not yet, but if it's going to take as long as you say, I should probably start now," he replied.
"Fair enough," she agreed, "alright now how I learned it in class was…"
0o0o0o0o0o
Harry concentrated, focusing on the right side of his cell and tapped one of the bricks, releasing his magic in one sudden burst that shocked his hand like he'd just hit it with a hammer. He shook the numbness from his hand as he inspected the brick, it had a light coating of moisture on it which he quickly wiped off showing it was just the slightest bit thinner than the rest of the wall.
He sat back down on his bed and pulled his comforter over him. The transfiguration on his wool blanket wouldn't last forever, generally only a day or two, but he'd gotten much better at transfiguring it which had also become easier as the item became 'used' to having two forms, at least that's what Bellatrix and Sirius had explained to him when they'd lectured him on the art of transfiguration.
Personally, he thought they explained things better than McGonagall ever had, but than he had to admit it was much easier having one student and two teachers than a couple of dozen students and one teacher.
The sound of the guards coming down the hall probably meant there was going to be a new prisoner added to their wing. The first few times he'd been hopeful they were coming to take him away for a trial, but one of the guards had eventually taken pity on him and explained he'd already had a trial, which he'd slept through completely unconscious, for killing an auror with an envenomed blade, so there was no chance he was ever getting out of his cell.
The guards stopped outside Sirius' cell.
"Hello, Black," the minister said mock cheerfully, "enjoying your stay?"
"Excellent accommodations and my compliments to the chef on the fine cuisine," Sirius said cheerfully, just to mock him back, "but I have to say your reading room leaves something to be desired."
Fudge scowled and balled up the copy of the prophet he'd been carrying and chucked it at him. "Choke on it Black!" he snarled, his good mood forgotten. "I've seen enough, let's go."
"What was that all about?" Harry asked.
"The minister comes down to inspect the cells once a year," Sirius replied as he uncrumpled the paper. "Pettigrew!" he growled out angrily.
"What?" Harry asked, surprised at the sudden change in tone.
"Pettigrew is on the front page of the prophet!" Sirius exclaimed angrily.
"Some kind of retrospective?" Bellatrix guessed.
"No, he's in his animagus form," Sirius replied, forcing himself to calm down.
"So, they have a picture of a rat on the front page of the paper?" Harry asked.
"The Weasley family won the lucky dip and he's being held by one of the kids," Sirius explained.
"Ah," Harry said before bursting out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Sirius demanded.
Harry laughed till tears came to his eyes. "Give me a second," he said. He took a couple of deep breaths. "Scabbers has been passed down as a family pet for the last decade. Me and Ron used to practice casting spells on him and the twins used him as a test dummy for their potions. Azkaban is better than that."
"So, he's been suffering?" Sirius asked gleefully.
"He's been having a hard time of it," Harry agreed.
"Hmm," Sirius considered things. "No, it's not enough, I have to find a way to get out and kill him."
"Wouldn't you rather he was enjoying the accommodations here while you were free?" Harry asked reasonably.
"I could do with a hot meal and witch," Sirius admitted.
"So, use the information on where an uncaptured death eater is to bribe a guard to bring you a decent meal," Harry suggested.
"I think you lost me," Sirius admitted.
"If you just told them about Pettigrew they would think you were lying, since they believe you're guilty," Harry explained, "but if you tell them you want to turn evidence for something that benefits you, they'll believe it."
"The fact that it's Pettigrew kinda makes it hard to do that," Sirius pointed out.
"You don't have to tell them that," Harry said, "just say it's one of the Dark Lord's spies that was to remain in position to spy on the ministry and was too afraid to disobey so he's stayed in place in his animagus form, make up a name or just claim you don't know what it is."
"I can do that," Sirius agreed, "and he'll be much easier to kill if he's in here with us!"
"Yeah, that works," Harry said rolling his eyes. Apparently, Sirius was so set on killing Pettigrew the fact that he'd be free slipped his mind.
"Now, remember to demand better food in return for the information," Harry said, "they won't believe the information is true unless they think there is something in it for you."
"Alright," Sirius agreed, seeing the sense in it.
"Why weren't you in Slytherin?" Bellatrix asked curiously.
"I met Draco Malfoy," Harry replied, "and I'd be damned if I shared a dorm room with him for seven years."
"Having known Lucious Malfoy I can see the wisdom of it," Bellatrix agreed.
After a few minutes of silence Bellatrix asked, "so what does the paper say?"
"Give me a second," Sirius said as he smoothed the paper out and began to read, "The latest winner of The Prophet's Lucky Dip is the Weasley family who has won…"
0o0o0o0o0o
"I kinda miss Sirius," Bellatrix admitted.
"At least we're getting better food now," Harry said absently as he concentrated, focusing on the sliver of brick that was all that remained after countless months of practice with transfiguration.
"And the dementors barely even visit this wing anymore, but I think that's more due to you getting frothing mad and yelling at them," Bellatrix said. "Never expected that when I told you to use your anger to block them."
"They work for the ministry, that means they're complete bastards," Harry said tapping the brick which finally gave up and melted away, leaving a hole between their cells. "Hi!" he said cheerfully looking into her cell.
"What the bloody, goat bothering fuck!" Bella exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you just melt one of the bricks between our cells?!"
"Not just," Harry said proudly, "been working on it since you and Sirius started teaching me transfiguration."
"I'm impressed," Bella said. "Not as impressive as if you'd done it in one go as I thought, but impressive all the same."
"Thanks," Harry said with a grin. "You're a bit younger than I'd thought you'd be."
"It's a trait of the Black line," she said proudly, "we keep our looks and youth a bit longer than most, magical strength helps of course, but it's beyond that."
"So there actually is something to blood purity?" he asked doubtfully.
Bella nodded. "If there wasn't no one would bother." She sighed and shook her head. "Of course, it's much more complicated than simple blood purity, but Andromeda would know more about it than I would."
"Killing off everyone who isn't 'pure' is all I've heard about the subject," Harry said, enjoying looking at the first friendly face he'd seen in he didn't know how long, even if she did claim to be his enemy.
"New blood is needed to keep the line from stagnating and producing squibs, but I think we prefer not to include anyone who isn't at least third generation magical, which can't happen if you wipe out all the firsts, but it's not like those bastards are smart enough to see what's right in front of their face."
"You sound a tad bitter," Harry said, showing he was the absolute master of understatement.
"Just a tad," Bella said with a grin. "So, took you about two years to get through that one brick?"
"Probably," Harry said, "Sirius doesn't date the letters he sends, so I've kinda lost track of time."
"Too bad he can't visit," she said. "Never thought I'd see the day I'd miss him."
"Yeah, the entire ministry is bastards," Harry said.
"Well, start working on a brick about waist level," she said.
"So, we can look at each other without standing all the time?" Harry guessed.
"Sure," Bella agreed, trying to hide her grin. "So, how old are you now?"
"If it's been two years, I should be around fourteen," Harry replied.
"Then you should be around sixteen when you get the next brick done," Bella said, amusement in her tone.
"Probably," Harry agreed, "while my transfiguration has been improving, it doesn't seem to make much difference on stone."
"Practice makes perfect," Bella replied. "Alright, now where were we?"
"Finite spell," Harry replied.
"Which is difficult to learn properly without help because your own wandless magic responds to the desire to end the spell," she said. "However now we have a hole between our cells, so let's cast lumos on something small and pass them to each other."
"What should I use?" Harry asked, looking around his cell and not seeing much he could use.
"A sock," Bella suggested. "Normally I'd do my bra just to see the look on your face, but they don't let us keep those in here."
"You are definitely Sirius' cousin," Harry said, rolling his eyes with a grin as he took off one of his socks.
At Hogwarts
"And the third champion is… Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced to massive applause from the Hufflepuff table, with various amounts from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindors, but absolutely none from the Slytherins.
Cedric stood up, ready to join his fellow champions when the fire in the goblet flared up a fourth time and a piece of parchment flew out. Dumbledore caught it and read the name on it in shock. "Harry Potter?"
Typing By: fyrewolf5
TN: Damn Harry is a magnificent cheater, managed to get his name in the goblet while imprisoned ;) And wonder what happened in this 'verse that made it so Harry was alone in the chamber without Ron or Gilderoy around, and allegedly at least one auror in the castle.
AN: Couldn't think of a good title, thus the one it has!
