A/N: In case you all are wondering, the rating is just in case and the genres were chosen because I couldn't come up with a better one. I honestly don't know how much romance will be in this story. And yes, Harry will have revenge. –Insert evil laugh-

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter then Draco Malfoy wouldn't have been such a wimp.

Chapter 2: The escape

As the year passed, no one noticed how the cell Harry was in didn't have any screaming coming from it during the day. In fact, there was no screams coming from that room unless the warden was in there. If one was to successfully spy on that cell, they would see many dementors floating, hissing in their strange language that sounds like Parseltongue but wasn't. And if they were really lucky they would have caught a glance of a rapidly healing young man with Avada green eyes. If they had listened closely they would have heard a soft, haunting whisper hissing back to the dementors. Almost as if he could speak their language.

As it turns out, Harry's gift of Parseltongue was more of a gift of languages. And being the Master of Death had its perks, like not being effected by the dementors. He found out that they knew about the horcrux and was trying to remove it from him all those years ago.

During Harry's time in Azkaban, he not only learned how to speak their language but he learned many things from them and the souls they ate.

He learned that the veil was really a portal that can lead you to many places, including back in time. There would be a price of course and if found unworthy you will never be able to leave. Harry was ok with this as well. So he trained, not his body but his mind. He learned the traditional customs of the wizarding world. Since most of the souls he was learning from were so old some of (ok, a lot of) the stuff he learned was outdated.

But Harry didn't care. He figured he would just combine the old ways and now ways when he got a chance.

And thanks to the dementors help, he finally learned how to meditate, organize his mind, and protect. Three very important things to know if he wanted to keep Dumbles in the dark.

Finally the day came.

When the aurors came to pick up Potter at dawn, it wasn't because he was supposed to die then. The warden had asked then to come early to help him show his… appreciation to their savior. And how they were… displease that he would be leaving them, permanently.

Harry felt a shiver crawl up his spine and he knew that he wouldn't be leaving the cell without damage. And he was right. By the time everyone was done, he had bruises and cuts in places no one should ever have. He had been ripped and cut open so bad that they had no choice but to heal him up before presenting him before his execution committee.

Harry flinched away from their hands as they put shackles on him and led him to the entrance of Azkaban. As he was leaving he heard the dementors ask for him to visit sometime. He was port keyed out before he could reply.

When they arrived at the ministry, one of the aurors pulled roughly on the chain connected to Harry's collar. They laughed as he stumbled forward. The aurors lead him through the massive crowd that was there to "see" him off, aka, to spit at him and curse his name.

When they got to the veil room, Harry saw Ronald Weasley holding a baby that was looking at him with twinkling blue eyes. Hermione was nowhere in sight. Ginny was there with a kid that looked nothing like Harry and everything like the man next to her. She was dressed in rich looking robes. She looked down her nose at him, while trying to sneer and look smug at the same time. Harry snorted. She looked pug faced.

Fudge went off to say how today would be a great day, "A day everyone will celebrate in years to come, as the day we killed the Dark Lord's heir-"

Anything he was going to say was cut off by a laugh from Harry. One of the aurors pulled on his collar chain but Harry ignored the pain and settled for glaring at his "audience".

"I'm going to say something now since I never got to during my trial. You are all a bunch of inbred idiots and I wish I had never saved you from Voldemort."

Umbridge, who was somehow still alive, pointed at Harry, "He is dark! He admitted it. He wants us dead!"

Fudge snapped his pudgy fingers and the aurors dragged Harry towards the veil. And just before they pushed him threw, he hissed something in the haunting language of the dementors and stepped through the veil.

A/N: Im sorry that this chapter is short. Let me know if there are any mistakes.