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Chapter 2
Welcome to Azkaban Prison
"FREAK! Get down here and make our dinner! NOW!" shouted Vernon Dursley from down stairs of his home.
Harry ignored the fat blowhard as he finished the letter to the Dark Lord and gave it to a very confused Hedwig, "Don't worry girl," he soothed, stroking the top of her head, "I know what I'm doing. It's the only way we'll be free."
She nipped his finger lovingly and took off. He calmly walked out of his room, went down stairs, and into the living room of the Dursley's house, turned to his aunt, uncle, and cousin, who were waiting expectantly around the table for him to cook their dinner.
"What took you so long freak," asked his cousin, scorn and cruelty in his voice, "crying over your dead boyfriend and dead godfather? Not much of a wizard if you couldn't save them." All three roared in laughter at this, as if it was the funniest thing in the universe.
"I'll show you." He said calmly and pointed his wand at them. "Cruci-"
"Wake up Potter! Time to go to your new home at Azkaban!" Shouted the Auror from Harry's cell door.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and got off the cot he slept on. "I don't remember asking for a wakeup call." he said as he dusted some dirt off of himself.
"Shut up Potter and get in line with the rest of the other murders, torturers, and rapist." said the Auror as he took some magic suppression shackles and cuffed his wrists, grabbed him by the arm, and slammed him against the wall that the other convicts were standing against.
Harry looked at the Auror with contempt. "I'm not a rapist. A murder and torturer, yes, maybe a cannibal if we're being technical, but I'm not a rapist." Harry then got a wolfish grin that would have made his godfather proud, "And its technically not rape if the girls into that sort of thing. Like your mother was right after I killed your Auror friends." Before Harry could laugh at the Aurors expense, he felt said Aurors fist as he punched him in his stomach causing him to double over.
"One of those Aurors that you killed was my little brother you bustard." said the Auror with a hateful glare.
Still clutching his stomach, Harry slowly righted himself, "Which one was he? Was he the one that wet himself when I just barely said crucio or was he the one that cried like a bitch when I sliced his fingers off?" The stupid Auror looked like he was going to hit Harry one more time, but a familiar Auror stopped him.
"McDougal! Stop harassing the prisoners! They're not worth suspension from the corp." said the walking accident, Nymfadora Tonks.
Harry fanned a hurt look "Now that hurt Dora. I like to think I'm worth something."
Tonks just grabbed Harry by the arm, dragged him to the end of the line, waved her wand in a large sweeping motion towards all the prisoners, causing chains to appear around all the prisoners waists with another chain connecting every prisoners cuffs to the prisoner with the chain belt in front of him, turned away from him, and signaled for the prisoners to start moving.
"Aaaaawww! Not talking to me? Now that's not nice. You could at least ask how I'm doing. Come on say something Nymphy! You are being a terrible host! Dumbles would not be pleased that one of his stooges wasn't playing nice with the enemy. After all, isn't that what the Order dose? Play nice with the 'psycho purebloods'?"
To her credit, Tonks kept up a silent stony face on, 'Okay let's try this something a little more serious...hehehehe, I made a funny.' Harry let a dark smirk cross his face before saying "Don't even get me started on what Sirius would say." The next thing Harry knew, he was slammed into a wall with Tonks' arm against his neck, pinning me to the wall, with her wand pointing at him.
"Don't you ever talk about him again! You lost the right to talk about him when you shamed him the way you have!" she screamed at Harry, her hair and eyes changing into a dark fiery, rage infused, red.
Harry smiled with dark satisfaction 'That really pissed her off.' "You going to do it? Go on, say the words you're just dying to say, you know you want too. I've killed so many of your fellow Aurors, I tarnished Sirius's memory, I killed and tortured both Figg and Dung, so just do it.
"Or can you?" he asked cruelly as he saw her wand begin to shake. "Can you really kill me? If you can then do it! Kill Lilly's and James's boy. Kill Sirius's pup." Harry whispered his dare at her as she glared at him with burning hatred.
"I should do it," to Harry's shock she released him, "but that's not what you deserve." The prisoners began to move again at her silent command.
Harry begins to move with the rest of the Death Eaters, but he continues to pester Tonks, 'Might as well', he thought to himself 'their sending me to prison anyway.' "So, have you finely told Remus you're head over heels in love with him yet?" she didn't respond to his jibs, "What not surprised I know? Well then again everyone who was at the will reading knew, you're not exactly subtle, I mean it's so obvious, I bet when Remus finds out he'll be over the Moon! Get it? Over the MOON?" Nothing, "Damn you're really mad at-"
"What the hell happened Harry?" she asked abruptly "Why aren't you the same person you use to be?"
Harry's smile was replaced with such a dark hateful glare; it caused Tonks to flinch when he went over the sudden change. "I should hope not, it took me a long time to rid myself of that weak pawn," his eyes turned red for a moment, but then his eyes looked sad and pathetic "that let the only family he had left die, because he was too weak."
Tonks' eyes seemed to soften "Is that why you did this? Because you blame Sirius's death on yourself?" She asked. The glare came back full force as Harry's real emotions came back and took form in a cold and hateful glare.
"No, I blame you." This had the desired effect on her; she seemed to be in a state of shocked confusion. "And Moody, Molly, Arthur, obviously Mundungus and Fig, heheheheh defiantly Snape and Remus, and most of all the man that really murdered him, Dumbledore."
Still confused by Harry's words Tonks asked "How could it possibly be the Orders fault when you saw, just like the rest of us saw Bellatrix-"
"EEEEEHHHHH! Wrong!" he cut her off, "Bellatrix didn't fire a killing curse, it wasn't green. No, she fired a red curse, which could have been anything, but not a killer." he let Tonks process that for a minute then Harry continued, "Plus, she couldn't kill Sirius even if she wanted to. The Black family magic wouldn't allow her to, no member of the most ancient and noble house of Black, past or present, can kill her head of house.
"Harm? Yes, but kill? Nope, uh uh, nien, niet, no, couldn't do it, that's a big negatory, mm mm, negative, and not possible. If anyone's responsible for his death, it's the Order." Harry got a little closer to her as they walked and whispered, quite enough the guards wouldn't hear but loud enough for the Death Eaters to hear him.
"If you idiots had let me know there was a chance that Voldemort and I had a psychic connection, taught me real occlumency by someone who didn't hate my guts, and if Dumbledore wasn't such a narcissist who thought about the consequences of his actions then maybe Sirius would still be alive." Harry could tell his words really cut into Tonks, 'good she should feel ashamed for her and the Orders actions'.
"But why do all of this?" she couldn't help but ask. "You could have just declared neutrality and left our world behind. Why just start killing people like a Death Eater?"
Harry smiled 'just as predicted, she's trying to find out my reasons to report to Dumbles.' "Because they have the right idea where muggles are concerned and plus, they at least take care of their own, unlike the Order who takes the pleas of an abused child as exaggeration." Harry says with venom. Tonks had the decency to look ashamed for her part in Harry's fifteen years of misery. They seemed to finely reach a large heavily reinforced security door.
"I suppose this is where our fun little chat comes to an end." Harry turns to Tonks and gives her a mad grin, "Don't think of this as good by though, people like us have a way of seeing each other again." Tonks seemed confused, so Harry clarified as the doors opened and the other convicts began to walk in to the room, "You were raised by a muggle father Nymphadora, didn't you two ever watch muggle cartoons or read comics? The bad guys always break out of jail and come back to cause pain, misery, chaos, and, my favorite, carnage." Harry said with a dark chuckle that turned into a full-blown insane laugh as he was pulled into the room by the Aurors that were inside said room.
Once inside the room Harry saw that it was large, circular in design, with a cast iron chandelier to light the room, and smooth stone walls. The Aurors headed Harry and the Death Eaters to the center of the room onto a large round plate. Once they were all on the plate, the Aurors left the room, and the chains connected to their cuffs seemed to come alive and connected themselves to the plate.
"I hate this part." said a red headed Death Eater, which Harry recognized as Rabastan Lestrange. Harry was about to ask what he meant but was cut off by the effects of port key travel. When the spinning stopped Harry, try as he might not to, fell over taking the other prisoners with him in a struggling heap of limbs and courses.
"Damn it, who fell!?" shouted someone as they all tried to get back up.
"It was probably the idiot that got us into this mess! Wasn't it Rudolphus?" shouted a voice, who Harry immediately recognized as Lucius Malfoy.
"Do you have something to say to me Lucius? Because if you do then say it! Or can you not do anything without your wife whispering in your ear and holding your hand?" said, who Harry could only guess was Rudolphus Lestrange.
"Oh shut up Rudy! You're one to talk, seeing as you piss your pants every time your wife looks at you!" said Rabastan.
"I told you never to CALL ME THAT Rabastien!" shouted Rudolphus at his brother.
"As entertaining as this is," Harry and the others looked up and saw they were in a big gloomy grey entrance hall with a man in expensive navy-blue robes with dozens of wizards in grey robes with a black letter A over their hearts behind him, "but could we move this along? I'd like to get this done with by lunch." said the navy-blue wizard, who Harry figured was the warden.
The guards dragged Harry and the Death Eaters to their feet and began to escort them through a pair of large heavily reinforced rot iron doors to what looked like a processing area with a small desk in the center of the room. The warden sat at the desk and took out a small scroll from within his robes.
He opened the scroll and began to read out loud. "Avery, Marcus," he said.
"Die," A very thin wizard replied with a snarl.
The warden ignored him as he continued down his list, "Crabbe, Vincent Sr," he said. Crabbe Sr grunted, glaring at the warden. "Dolohov, Antonin," he said, and then added, "Welcome back." Some of the Aurors snickered at this.
"Go get stuffed," Dolohov snapped.
"Jugson, Andrew," the warden continued.
"Fuck you," the Death Eater who had yelled at everyone when Harry fell, snarled at the warden.
"Lestrange, Rabastan."
Rabastan gave him the finger, "Go to Hell."
The warden ignored him, "Lestrange, Rudolphus."
Rudolphus stood up straight and arrogant, "The Dark Lord will kill you when he comes for me and my followers."
Everyone (Auror, Death Eater, and boy-who-killed alike) seemed to roll their eyes at the eldest Lestrange's statement, "Macnair, Walden."
The large Death Eater glared at the warden, "Stop speaking."
The warden seemed to smile when he got to the next name, "Malfoy, Lucius."
Lucius, somehow still looking as professional and regal as always, looked at the warden with the utmost contempt, "When I get out of here, I shall enjoy killing you and your family, you lower house trash."
The warden was still smiling as he continued, "Mulciber, Nicolas."
Mulciber cracked his knuckles by clinching his still cuffed fist and glared at the warden, "I will get out."
The warden paid him no mind and continued, "Potter, Harrison."
Harry straightened and made himself look the part of the young mad lord he was, "Yes, that's lord Potter-Black actually, I believe I have a room overlooking the crashing waves smashing into the jagged rocks and the swarms of soul sucking demons reserved."
The warden placed the scroll down, got up, and walked around his desk chuckling as he did so. "Room reserved, that's good. That's pretty damn funny Potter." He walked towards Harry, "You know what I don't find funny?" He was right in front of Harry now, " You having a hand in my loved ones torture." he said with a heated glare.
Harry was confused but got a crazy goofy grin on his face, "Could you help me out here, I haven't killed or tortured a lot of people, but I'm kinda foggy when it comes to faces. Don't tell me who it is, just give me a hint, I'm sure I can get it."
The warden narrowed his eyes and said, "She was dragged off by centaurs and you just watched."
'Oh shit.' Harry put the pieces together as he looked at Warden Umbridge. Harry stayed silent for a second then burst out laughing for all he was worth. Not the mad kind, but great big belly laughs. God must really hate him, fifteen years of misery, locked up in a prison that prided its self on its soul sucking guards, the man that ran the place was the husband of the woman who had a vendetta against him for telling the truth.
'What did I do to deserve this... well besides the people I've killed recently. Wow I've really snapped.' Harry was broken out of his thoughts when the warden back handed him, having had enough of Harry's crazed laughter. The hit wasn't hard enough for him to fall, but it served its purpose to shut him up.
"Take these maniacs to their cells and give Potter the special treatment." And with that the warden walked away.
Harry, needing to have one last laugh at the warden's expense, couldn't resist shouting, "Just so you know, your wife hits harder than you do!" The warden stopped for a moment, shaking with anger, then continued to a door way leading upwards. Harry cackled as he and the Death Eaters were escorted to their cells, deep in the bowels of Azkaban.
They came to an archway with a mirrored surface and the words 'Maximum Security' over it. When they approached the archway, two Aurors seemed to materialize out of nowhere and stood guard at either side of the archway.
"Damn, they increased the security after the break out, the dark lord won't like this." said Rabastan from his place in the line.
"That's right scum bag," said one of the Azkaban Aurors escorting them, "after You-know-who broke you lot out last time, the warden increased security around here. That archway was warded by one of the Department of Mysteries best Unspeakables; no one gets in or out unless these guys let you in." To prove his point, both guards placed their hands on the mirrored surface of the archway, causing the mirror to vanish. They proceeded into a hallway with a long line of cells.
The guards that escorted Harry and the Death Eaters came up to each cell and as they did, they threw a convict into each cell, none to gently. As the came to the last cell, Harry couldn't help but notice how the guards looked at each other and give each other a knowing smirk.
Harry hadn't seen a lot of movies growing up, but he had seen enough to know when prison guards looked at each other like that meant only one thing; someone was about to get an ass kicking. Harry was roughly thrown into his cell and was unfortunately right about his assessment of the guards. As soon as he hit the floor, the guards rushed in and proceeded to beat the shit out him.
By the time they were done, Harry was dripping blood from his nose, his mouth, and a shallow cut on his forehead. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" gasped Harry, who gasped in pain when a guard obliged, to which he groaned "I wasn't being Sirius, that's my god father. Hehehe, ow, oh god it hurts to laugh."
The last Auror, the only Auror not to participate, looked at him in disappointment. "You were supposed to be a herald for light not this darkness you have been spreading. Why do any of this?"
Harry chuckled as he spit out some blood, "Tell me, are you as delusional about other topics? Do you think good always wins, do you think the guy always gets the girl at the end, and that the good guys always do the right thing? Don't be an idiot! Evil is the only thing that's true to itself and those that serve its power are the only ones that look out for their own. Plus, you really shouldn't be so foolish as to assume that the light always does the right thing. Sometimes the good must walk the darker path."
The guard looked at Harry one last time before he turned to leave. "Such a disgrace."
Harry felt hate and anger boil inside him as he watched the Auror leave. He sniffed the air and said, "Dose it smell like wet dog in here?" The Auror stopped in the archway for a minute, then continued on. Harry smirked and yelled out, "Give my best to Dumbledore, won't you Moony?" and with that the door was slammed shut and the Aurors quickly left just as the Dementors descended, bring with them Harry's darkest nightmares.
AN: I was trying to get these done well, but fast so I can focus on working on new chapters, however I seem to have failed at the fast part. I will be posting the rest shortly, but till then, I bid you adieu!