Innocents Betrayed

Harry Potter fanfiction

Star2000shadow

Warnings: Will be mostly AU, with mentions of Death, Abuse, Non-Con, Torture, And a bit of Bashing.

Author Notes: The Frau, GenkaiFan's writing partner - I'll try and work on that, you might not see an improvement right away and might have to remind me from time to time but I will try.

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 Five: Surprise Surprise

"So how long did it take you to finally figure the boy was innocent.. it Certainly wasn't fast enough to save his Sanity now was it.. and without your precious boy who lived.. your done for. no one left to clean up the mess you made is there Dumbledore." Harry mentally counted down when the wand snapped out and the 'Crucio' was hissed Harry finally decided he might as well stop it before things got out of hands. he lifted his hands causing a few death eaters who where faced in his general direction to jump. then very deliberately clapped his hands. eye's now focused dead on Voldemort. "Bravo..care to act any more like a Muggle soap opera Tommy boy?" his voice was hoarse.. a near Croak. but not as unused sounding as it would of been, or could of been.

For a moment there was Silence. The type of Silence that said every living being in that room had Dragged in a surprised Breath and stood, or laid, staring at one Harry James Potter, Used to be Boy who lived, thought to of betrayed the light, hell thought to of been insane. there he stood, pale, thin as a tooth pick, dark circles under his eyes, though not as bad as when he'd first come there.. and LIFE showing in eye's that had been, for his time there, dead and empty. unresponsive to any stimulation. he stood there proud, wearing the white hospital like pants and top that he'd been put into, the little white slippers to keep his feet warm. his hair a wild mass down his shoulders and back, stopping well before the middle of his back. Green eyes, so like his mothers, sparkling form a pale gaunt face.

and he certainly had life in those eyes now. and the look was hard, cold, and angry. Harry Finally lowered his hands as he moved forward, when the death eaters went to grab him, he ducked out of their reach and continued at a sedate pace to face Voldemort. head tilted to the side. "Didja Miss me?" his voice was laced with Mockery. "I mean surely you got bored of trying to kill me, but really the room service at Azkaban left a bit to be desired." he lifted a hand, one finger tapping his chin as he thought. he could feel several of the death eaters moving forwards, probably intent on capturing him but ignored them as he sent up a wandless shield that would keep them at a distance. at least, Theoretically it should. who knew about the Practical's. He'd begun to try and 'define' his magic. which hadn't been easy. nope not at all. Especially when he'd had no one THERE to help. no one who knew what the hell they'd been doing.

He'd learned by Trial and Error. and at the moment he faced Voldemort confident he had a few surprises up his sleave. After all, he'd had six years to think up new ways to make his magic bend and jump. he'd studied the spells Voldemort used. but most importantly, he studied what they DID. or COULD do. Which didn't mean he knew what to expect. but you learned a lot in six years. and he'd learned how to use his magic and if he didn't know something, well he trusted his magic to keep the vessel it was in alive. Those red eye's glared at him, hate, malice, rage, every filthy dirty, EVIL emotion shining through like a blazing comment in a totally black sky.

Harry COULDN'T pretend he didn't feel those emotions towards his friends. the people he called family.. or the ones who seemed to try their damndest to protect him even thinking he was 'insane'. "Then again you wouldn't know about manners would you? a.. what do you call them Tommy boy? Half blood like yourself?" Voldemort hissed and jabbed his wand at Harry in a complex motion, Harry didn't even try and dodge the spell as it slammed towards him faster then he could blink. his shields bowed, but didn't break instead the spell went hurtling back towards Voldemort who had to dodge out of its way or get hit. Of course that didn't save one of his precious Death eaters. and Harry was doubly glad Draco and Severus hadn't been in costume, he'd hate to of let that nasty ball of magic hit them. He wasn't sure what it would of done.. maybe he'd try and see if he couldn't catch it next time and figure out what it could do. 'pft.. riiight, catch a ball of magic to figure out what it does.. sure you bet'cha..' he thought in irritation then sighed. well hell he could give it a shot right.

He watched Voldemort, keeping a mental 'finger' on those around him. when he felt a spell shot at him from behind he caught it spinning the shield around like a toy top that Dudley had owned he shot it at Voldemort who quickly blocked it. Harry saw his eye's widen and had to smirk. had to love it when you surprised them. But hey that meant he COULD catch a ball of magic. hmm he focused and the next spell to hit his sheild was rebounded at the caster as he kept his eyes locked on Voldemort who was staring at him in rage and hate. then again what reason did Voldemort have to hate him besides his own fast approaching death? "Whats the matter Riddle, Scared?" Harry's voice was taunting again, laced with glass. Shards of emotion that was scalding and yet not. he dropped ahand at his side and focused pulling as much magic together as he could, thinking only happy thoughts. like a Expecto Patronum charm. only it wasn't at the same time as it was filled with memories.

Learning he was a wizard, making friends with Ron and Hermione, Learning of his parents. Remus, Sirius, Severus, Draco.. he poured only good memories. Though some where tinged in pain, into the ball of light slowly building in the space beneath his finger tips. it light up the kitchen as nothing else would as he stared straight at Voldemort. "Know this Tom Marvolo Riddle, I do not kill you out of Hate, I do not kill you out of revenge. I kill you because that is the only way to stop you." and hell he wasn't even doing that. he planned on stripping his magic from him. rendering him a despised 'MUGGLE'. he put that desire into the ball of magic. then lifted his hand and pointed it, with the ball in front of it at Voldemort who was saying something or maybe it was hissing it and then he shoved it forward with his will. the magic slammed into Voldemort, through him to every death eater, But for Severus and Draco, as well as children. after all they where only doing what their parents wanted. and the pure ENERGY erased he badness. depending on how much was in a person they ether lost their magic or not.

Voldemorts Screams seemed to reach heights no human vocal cord should be able to manage. but then again his body was, changing. and it wasn't a painless change ether. Harry James Potter was NOT a murderer. and he would not take another life. Professor Quirrell had been out of his hands. Cedric had been out of his hands. he hadn't killed Cedric, but he hadn't saved him ether. never mind he'd not had the CHANCE to save him. when the light died down, all of the order members where free from, well those hit with Voldemorts spells or spells from those who'd been twisted by the evil magics so much they'd died, and others had been stripped of their powers. so the full body binds had come undone. Harry stood passively as people struggled to their feet staring at.. well Tom Marvolo Riddle. he looked like the younger version from the diary, but at the same time aged. Voldemort was on the ground eye's staring straight forward in shock. black hair falling around a human face. and hell not a bad one at that.

Harry swayed a bit, blinking owlishly before deciding he should make a fast retreat before they tried to shove him back into Azkaban. not that the wizarding prison would hold him now that he wasn't biding his time but still. he gathered his magic and 'threw' a strand of it out and away from him searching for a safe place to hide and sleep, finding the chamber of secrets harry disappeared without even the pop of an apparation, landed with a grunt, and passed out. he wasn't there to see the shock, or the questions that where flung into the air. hell maybe that was a good thing. after all he'd done what he'd set out to do. he'd 'killed' voldemort, only Tom Riddle was left. and he was no danger to any wizard.