The Last Hope
Chapter Three
Harry trembled violently in the corner of his cell. He had only been in Azkaban for three days and already his throat was raw. Once locked in his cell, the Dementors had rushed to him and fed upon his worst memories or-as Harry thought of them-nightmares. They crowded him and pulled every thought that he had pushed to the back of his mind.
They made him remember the pain, the death, the hatred, and the fear. He remembered the death of Cedric that he constantly blamed himself for. After all, if he hadn't suggested that they touch the Goblet together, Cedric would not have traveled to the graveyard with him only to meet his death.
He remembered the duel with Voldemort in the graveyard. Those Death Eaters leering at him, cheering on their master to kill the famous thorn in his backside, Harry Potter. The memory Cruciatus curse's pain frequented him.
He remembered the rejection and fear of his fifth year. The need to prove that he was right when everyone else believed him to be a liar seeking for attention. If only they knew how much he wanted to be normal and unnoticed.
He remembered Umbridge's torturous detentions. He could still feel that horrid sentence etched painfully in his hand. How he wanted to just ring that toad's next who made it her life's mission to make him look like a lying idiot.
He remembered Snape's mind-rapes. The painful evasion of his memories. The man had made Harry's mind even more vulnerable to Voldemort after each so called lesson.
He remembered the visions that Voldemort sent him. Images of Muggles and Muggle-borns being ruthlessly tortured and killed, the traitors and Death Eaters the failed their missions being Crucioed. The constant screams echoed in his mind over and over while he himself joined.
He remembered all of the abuse that the Dursley's inflicted upon him, physical, mental and emotional. All the years of thinking he was nothing but a freak, a burden to everyone around him. He remembered every damned summer that he was forced to return to that Hellhole. Some protection that was.
Worst of all, he remembered the death of Sirius, his only true hope. The scene of his godfather being thrust into the veil by Bellatrix Lestrange replayed in his head so much that he saw it with eyes closed and opened. He cried and screamed and thrashed violently, scraping and banging his body on the hard floor making him bleed constantly.
Sometimes he would bash his head into the wall, hoping that he could kill himself or at least render himself unconscious. Alas, he always woke up soon after to at least half a dozen Dementors feasting on his tormented soul. What he had noticed was that every time he got close to killing himself, his body would heal its own injuries. That seemed to be happening a lot lately, and at this point it wasn't doing him any good.
He had run out of good thoughts quickly. The memories of having fun with his friends were quickly overshadowed by the looks that they gave him during his trial. The times when he believed himself to be carefree were ripped away when he remember the fears and burdens that he always kept with him.
Then there was the prophecy. That damned prophecy that ruined his life before he even got a chance to live it. Well screw that stupid prophecy. The Wizarding world could go fuck themselves for all he cared. They were all cowards. Afraid to fight for themselves and afraid of anything that was stronger than them. So afraid that they tried to crushed the one who was supposed to save them. They were just like the Muggles they thought to be inferior.
It didn't matter anymore, though. Nothing mattered. Nothing except revenge. He would make them all suffer for ruining his life. Every single one.
'So this is how Sirius felt,' Harry thought to himself before the Dementors came back to haunt him once more.
He had to get out of here. At such a rate Harry's mind would break within a week and he would finally go insane. Those soul-sucking creatures knew it. That was why they came to him drinking in his misery waiting for him to snap.
Suddenly there was a loud crash. Harry felt all but one Dementor leave him and go towards it. He heard loud footsteps and screams. Actually they were more like yells. Something was going on and Harry didn't like it.
Soon the last remaining Dementor left his cell with a flash of light. Only he wished for it to come back because standing in front of his cell was the ever-dreaded Lord Voldemort and his sniveling Death Eaters. The pain in his scar though slightly dulled quickly made itself known.
"Hello Potter," hissed the snake-like voice, "Its so nice to see you again. But I must say, when I heard the news of your imprisonment I did not believe it to be true. I was sure that the old fool would have found some way to get you out. Where is he now Potter? Where is your precious Dumbledore to save you now?"
Harry said nothing. He just forced his bloody and broken body into the far corner of his cell. 'He's just going to kill me' Harry thought.
"Don't worry Potter. I'm not going to hurt you." Voldemort smiled at the trembling boy
"I'm here to help you Harry. Isn't that what you wanted."
Harry's eyes went wide at the realization that Voldemort had actually come to retrieve him. Out of all the people he had begged for help, it was his archenemy who answered his called.
"That's right child. I am the only one who heard you, but I believe that is enough talk for now don't you."
Voldemort raised his wand to Harry's forehead.
"Stupefy"
And just like that Harry plunged into darkness completely at the mercy of the Dark Lord.
A/N Okay so he didn't spend that much time in Azkaban. I didn't want him to be totally crazy. Someone asked what was the point of the trial. Mainly I don't know I just thought of it then wrote it down. I guess I wanted to make it so Harry hates everybody more, especially Dumbledore.
At this point Harry still kind of fears/hates Voldemort. This is not going to be one of those quick romances where Harry sees that Voldemort is a great guy and Voldemort shows that he's really a good person deep down inside. No way. There shall be a lot of arguing, fighting, locking up in cells, a little torture, and a lot of avoiding.
I want to know if you guys want point of views other than Harry's like Dumbledore or Remus or something. That would probably make my chapters longer. I'll accept any suggestions you guys give.
I also need help on deciding the second genre for this fic. I'm kind of stumped on that.
Again I would like to thank you all for the reviews. This is my first story that I have ever posted online and without your encouragement I would not have even bothered writing more chapters. You may have noticed that I have no beta so please don't kill me over mistakes.
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