Innocents Betrayed
Harry Potter fanfiction
Star2000shadow
Warnings: Will be mostly AU, with mentions of Death, Abuse, Non-Con, Torture, And a bit of Bashing.
Summery: Betrayed by those he swore to protect, Locked away in the Wizarding worlds strongest prison, Harry Potter has sat in the dark recesses of his cell for over six years, ever since his Third year at hogwarts. now the light has come for him, to try and get their broken soldier to finish the job they need him for. but can they fix the damage that has been done?
Chapter Two: Sane, Insane, Dancing the Line?
Last Time: Betrayed by those he swore to protect, Locked away in the Wizarding worlds strongest prison, Harry Potter has sat in the dark recesses of his cell for over six years, ever since his Third year at hogwarts. now the light has come for him, to try and get their broken soldier to finish the job they need him for. but can they fix the damage that has been done? and what of Harry, is he really as damaged as they believe? and can the hurt of his friends betraying him, REALLY be forgiven.
Author Notes: ladysavay - ohh no no way is he going to forgive them, I'll let you all in on a secret, just cause he kills off the bloody git who got him into Azkaban in the first place, Don't mean he's gonna forgive them. they deserve Everything they get. cause saddly i can SO see those.. those SHEEP doing something like that.
Olaf74 : Thank you and to future Reviews, believe me Reviews are loved. and agian to Ladysavay, i probably do have dyslexia, dunno was never tested for it. 'sigh' but thank you for the suggestion im just to hyper and erratic to ever find any good beta readers.
Harry sat in the same area he'd been put, not even moving, the only time he moved was when the waves nudged the little magically moving boat. one part of his mind was going over spells he'd learned. Stupify, and other such spells as he debated. hell he could even Apparate if he so wished. though that one he'd almost not learned. in the six years since incarceration he'd thought he was Insane.. or been going there. only to find out that no not yet.. if anyone had looked closely they'd of noticed burn marks on the cell walls.. he hadn't bothered repairing them though the shield he'd put up and the silencing charm.. well those he'd loved. he'd dropped them whenever he wasn't doing magic.
so now here he was on another dock and with a jerk behind the belly button he felt the familiar pull of a port key. when they landed he mentally did a count down at Four, pity he'd figured they'd make a big fuss at three, Dumbledore, Lupin, and a person he didn't know where bombarded with questions, a tall red headed freckle faced boy darted forward. "Harry." Harry made no indication that he had even HEARD the boy let alone could see him. dimly he heard someone mutter. "What and you expect him to react favorably to you people shoving him into Azkaban." but as he was refusing to look at anyone he didn't turn his head to see the speaker. then agian he should know that Drawl.
Malfoy. He dimly remembered both Snape and Malfoy snarling that there was no way a Bloody Gryffindor, especially one like Harry would EVER kill someone. and considering it was Snape who gave him most of his Dreamless Sleep potions, it was a no brainer they'd know. both spy's for the 'light' side. over the last year of his freedom Harry might not of grown to LIKE Severus Snape, but he'd at least grown to respect him. even if he did want to beat his bloody hawk nosed face in. 'greasy Git..' he thought in irritation. and he'd figured Malfoy had brains SOME where at least he'd had the brains to ether turn spy on Voldemort, or hadn't joined he hypocrite.
and lets face it Harry had missed their bickering and fighting and down Dirty Battles. he heard Ron snarl for him to shut the hell up. they hadn't known. and yet they should of. they should of known Harry would NEVER kill anyone besides Voldemort. they'd grew up with him for bloody hell. Add in how distraught he was at just Cedric's Death..Hell Sirius' ALMOST death.. if Hermione hadn't researched the Veil as much as she could between all the other goings on Sirius could of very well died. what was years for them here was only a couple of days for Sirius.. it wasn't fair.. Really it wasn't.. this shouldn't of been happening at all. REALLY it shouldn't of been. but it had, and there was no use crying over spilt milk.
Even if what he was occasionally Raging at had been the fact that there he had been locked into Azkaban, and them perfectly aware of what the Dementors had DONE to him after his first meeting in his Third year. they'd KNOWEN what he'd face..the deaths of his parents, their screams.. all the horrible things he'd seen thanks to the curse scar..not to mention everything he'd faced through out school. They'd had NO grounds..hell his Trial had been a farce. keeping his face devoid of emotion he became aware that he was no longer feeling crowded and the voices he'd long since tuned out had died off. he blinked dully and 'sensed' around him. through Hearing, how the air felt against his skin and smell. someone was there but only someone, he'd been moved to a room and had instinctively put his back to a corner. while being cornered in was bad, having his back tot he open room was worse. no knowing WHAT could sneak up behind him.
He pulled his knees to his chest set his chin on it and kept his eyes unwaveringly locked on the part of floor he was studying mind ideally ticking off things to do now that the idiots had let him out. while he was not dark, and would not KILL anyone, hey when your parents died before you could even form memories but what Dementors pulled out of your head when near, you didn't want to send any other child through that. and while they might of THOUGHT and Believed he was EVIL, For six Bloody long years, Harry James Potter would never be a dark lord.
He just didn't have it in him. he took a deep breath and sighed as he heard the person in the room start talking and almost jerked in surprise. Remus. 'well bloody hell the werewolf DID make it. warmth sputtered to life in his chest. it hadn't only been Sirius who'd fought the Auror's holding him from trying and reach Harry. his last remembered sight of Remus was of him and Sirius both being hit with the Stupify spells. of everyone those two alone had his continued love and care. 'Only one left..' sadness tinged his mental voice. of everyone only the 'cast' away's had believed in him. god that was depressing as hell.
those who'd had more contact with him and should of known him had turned their back, Sirius, Draco, people he'd hated since he could remember, and one Werewolf had been the only ones to believe in him. Drawing in another breath he let his mind wander over thoughts and plans he'd formed. first things first he'd deal with the biggest thorn in his side. being Voldemort. letting his mind blank he focused on the per-tent memory's.. and as when Voldemort was VERY emotional he cracked a small hole into the mental barriers he had around his mind and had perfected.. hell had even put mental traps in them. he summoned every ounce of mental control he had and slammed them through the crack and towards Voldemort's mind.
snapping hate shield back into place after it had gone, like harry Voldemort would get the joy of suddenly feeling as if he where seeing things through Harry's mind, he'd find himself in Harry's Cell staring at the floor not really thinking of anything and then hear the voices, see the people sent to gather him, take him from the hell hole he'd called home for six years. he knew why Voldemort hadn't stormed the Prison. after all why attack something that was a perfect holding place for 'Harry Potter' his child enemy. Voldemort would take his trip and all the per-tent facts and find out Harry was no longer in Prison.. he was out..and sitting in a room guarded by non other then Remus Lupin. okay so it was cruel to play with the basted but Harry Figured he damn well deserved a little get back on that end as well.
he heard the rooms door open and mentally sighed, That was Ron's voice and he was saying he'd take over talking to Remus. who strangely hadn't mentioned anything of Sirius' Death. probably still to painful. after all Voldemort had killed every one of the Marauder's, never mind Peter had proven Sirius's Innocents after his mangled body had been found. He still felt pride in his god father. Sirius had gone down fighting even disarmed as he at least he still had one of his family alive. and Harry would Shred heaven and Earth to keep that one individual safe.
Though it was funny, only after he'd been forced into Azkaban had Harry become the Killing Machine they wanted.. only this Killing machine knew what he wanted. and that was revenge.. He might not out right torture them but they would ALL have their worlds shredded. mentally he ticked it off, Albus Dumbledore bore the largest Chunk of his anger. the Meddlesome old FOOL had ruined his life from day one. Next Came Severus Snape, Ron and Hermione, Hagrid, Minerva, Fudge, Voldemort. well Voldemort would pay, ohh yes. he'd pay with his life. that was one person Harry was not going to hesitate in killing. and with all the hate he bore the man that spell would flow from him easily enough. He'd be the First to fall.
Now some would say Revenge was wrong, that he should forgive his friends, after all they where only human. but that was the thing. as friends they should of trusted his word no matter what. and even if say a MILLION people had seen 'Harry Potter' do the things he'd been accused. they should of demanded he be tested under Veritaserum at the VERY least. he could understand the ministry being complete moron's, after all they had FUDGE for minister. he focused in on Ron's words, something about the Cuddly Cannons or some such rot. he never had been as big a fan of Quidditch as Ron. Harry wasn't a watcher, he was a doer in sports. Harry lost track of time and it surprised him to wake up to the scent once again of Remus. hmm maybe he was more drained then he thought. but that wasn't surprising.
He hadn't eaten yet. but when he woke he heard.. Hermione.. asking if she could watch over Harry for a little while. and he doubted the girl or no women by now, heard the low snarl from Remus. especially when she said Harry was her friend to.. the snarled words that lashed from the werewolf's voice was like ice.. and the sneer would of done any Slytherin, especially Snape proud. "Ohh yes, now that he's proven INNOCENT he's your friend. now that he's proven INNOCENT you want a goddamn thing to do with him. you let them LOCK HIM UP.. you HELPED THEM. you have NO RIGHT to be near him. you damn well KNEW harry couldn't do those things and you LET THEM LOCK HIM UP IN THAT HELL HOLE. if Sirius where still alive he'd DECK you female or not. and I don't think I'd stop him so GET OUT. I won't let you or Yours hurt him ever again. and if that means I have to damn well stay up to the ends of time then i will." the bitterness and anger that laced the werewolf's voice made Harry almost feel..touched?
'Hmm probably touched in the head..just because i still retain the function to think doesn't mean im sane..' he heard Hermione sniffle then the sound of her spinning and running from the door but kept his body lax and appearing to sleep. the door slammed shut and he heard Remus mutter. "Don't worry Harry.. I won't allow anyone to hurt you again if I can help it. not ever again." the tone was suddenly laced with pain.. tiredness. Harry almost felt the old urge to lift his head and talk to his father's friend, to his god-father's friend and his mothers. the last remaining link to a family he had never in truth known. but he made himself keep still. after all he had a plan, and that required them all, for the time being, to think he was insane as a fruit cake or at least mindless.