A/N: Well my wonderful reviewers, thanks to you I have made it to chapter five. Hooray!

The Last Hope

Chapter Five

Remus Lupin sat on the sofa in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. After one week he still could not believe that Harry had been sent to Azkaban. What made matters worse was that no had cared. Everyone in the Order had treated this like Harry was some Death Eater who had just committed another crime.

"Should have known this would happen," Moody had said, "the boy never did seem right. I sensed that he had some Dark Magic in him."

"After all we did for him. After going through with all this. He uses the worst Unforgivable known to wizards," Harry's supposed best friend Hermione had said to Ron while clutching one of her books tightly.

"It was bound to happen sometime 'Mione," Ron said to his girlfriend, "He was always sneaking out doing Merlin knows what. Not to mention he had You Know Who in his head. He could have been Dark along."

Ginny sat staring on the couch. "Professor Dumbledore told you two to watch him. You were supposed to make sure this wouldn't happen."

"Quiet Ginny," Ron snapped, "It was your job too you know."

Ginny just crossed her arms and turned towards the fire.

Remus couldn't believe his ears. Even Harry's best friends were talking badly about him. If Sirius were here, he would have chucked them all out of his house immediately. The problem was that Sirius was dead, and he had left mostly everything to Harry, including Grimmauld place. As soon as Harry went to Azkaban, Dumbledore had seized everything that Harry inherited. Everything of the Potters and Blacks now belonged to the old man.

Remus had known the old coots plan, but he didn't approve. Of course Albus wouldn't listen to him when he tried to protest about Harry's treatment. He wouldn't even let the werewolf attend the trial because he knew Remus would try to do everything in his power to keep Harry from going to Azkaban.

Remus had asked the Headmaster countless times to take Harry into custody and raise his cub as his own. After all James would have definitely agreed to it had Sirius been unable to take care of Harry. Every time the old bastard refused.

"Remus would you like some tea?" He looked up to find Molly Weasley hovering over him. "You look down dear. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Remus shouted nearly jumping out of his seat, "What's wrong is that Harry has been sent to Azkaban for life, and nobody gives a shit!"

"Remus, watch your language in front of the children," Molly chided him, "And besides Harry commited murder. He deserved what he got. You'll get over it. I'm sure of it." At that she turned away from him to the kitchen. Remus heard the screams of Mrs. Black pierce through the house.

When everyone went into the kitchen to shut up the portrait, Remus slipped out of the door. He had to get away from the Order. Little did he know that a set of twins and a Potions Master were watching him go.

Harry curled himself up in the corner of his cell. Death Eaters were coming. They weren't coming for him though. For the last few days, Harry had seen Death Eater come and go with the Muggles that surrounded him. Most took pleasure in torturing them in front of Harry. The boy would scream, beg and plead for them to stop, but they ignored his cries. Bellatrix came down frequently and she was the worst of them all.

((Flashback))

"Well, well, widdle baby Potter, all alone in dark cell surrounded by filthy disgusting Muggles," the crack black-haired woman taunted, "You want to save your precious widdle Muggles don't you. Well that's too bad. Don't you feel helpless widdle Potter. After all none of your widdle friends are coming to save the Golden Boy now are they?"

"Go to hell you fucking bitch," Harry gathered all of his strength then spit a thick wad of saliva into Bellatrix's face. Even though he knew spitting only got him more torture, it sure was satisfying to the boy.

The crazy woman raised her wand and formed her favorite spell on her lips. She was stopped though by a hand on her shoulder.

"Remember Bella, we are not allowed to physically harm the Potter brat," Harry recognized the familiar Malfoy drawl.

"But-"

"No buts Bella, if Potter is hurt we will all be punished. The Dark Lord does not like disobedience."

"Nott cursed him. We could just heal the damned boy like before."

Harry was thinking along the same lines. If he wasn't supposed to be hurt why the hell did that stupid Death Eater curse him the first night.

"You remember how he was thoroughly punished, don't you." Harry noticed how the female Lestrange actually shivered.

"Fine then. What am I supposed to do?" she pouted. Malfoy was not amused.

"Torture some Muggles. That is what they are here for." He left after that. Obviously the dungeons weren't to his liking.

Bellatrix's eyes flashed as she went to retrive a young copper-headed muggle girl. She threw the girl into Harry's cell and watch as she crawled to the boy and pleaded to him.

"Please help me," she said clutching to the rags that Harry called his clothes. Honestly, in everyone's haste to get him in Azkaban, they left him wearing Dudley's old clothes.

Bellatrix just laughed and pointed her wand at the young girl who couldn't have been older than twelve.

"Crucio."

The girl screamed and thrashed in Harry's arms and he yelled at Bella to stop. She did stop, but not until the girl had bled to death out of every orifice. She did the same over and over until there were quite a few dead Muggles in Harry's cell. Then she nearly bounced happily out of the dungeons.

((End Flashback))

Thinking back on that day Harry remembered how the dead bodies littered his cell until the smell became unbearable for even the Death Eaters. Malfoy had come back down just yesterday with a handkerchief over his nose and mouth and ordered the Death Eater to get rid of the body. He never did stay too long.

Now that he thought about it, he was still wearing his dirty hand me down clothes. No one had even bothered to clean him.

A sudden idea struck Harry and he searched the giant pant pockets. He felt a small square object with his fingers. He took it out and smiled. There in his hands was his shrunken trunk with all of his belongings, well except his wand of course. He had had that in his hand when he was captured and it was snapped right after his trial.

That didn't matter though. Harry was weak but he knew he could at least unshrink his trunk wandlessly. He sat there for about an hour focusing everything he could on unshrinking his trunk. Eventually he did it.

Harry wiped the sweat from his brow then looked around, making sure no Death Eaters were around at the moment. Harry reached into the trunk and looked inside. He saw his Hogwarts robes, his school books, and his Marauder's map. He wouldn't be needing those anytime soon.

Then Harry saw the two things he needed. He reached in and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and his Firebolt. He focused again on shrinking the truck then placed it back in his pocket. Harry looked around at the conscious Muggles that surrounded him and told them be quiet and he had a plan.

He covered himself and his broom and waited. When an obviously newly recruited Death Eater came into the dungeon his mouth and eyes widened dropped in surprise. Potter wasn't in his cell, and he knew that he wasn't with the Dark Lord. He quickly opened the cell to check inside of it, and when he did Harry slipped out of the cell. The boy then pushed the puzzled Death Eater into the cell and proceeded to open the other cells.

Afterwards Harry made a mad dash out of the dungeons with his broom in his hand and covered by his cloak. He ran as fast as he could through the Manor for what he thought was half an hour. He soon regretted leaving the dungeons and letting out those Muggles. If he wasn't finding an exit there was no way they were going to get out alive.

Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by a familiar hissing.

"What is it Nagini?" Harry heard the Dark Lord hiss to the giant snake.

"Master I smell the boy." Harry froze in place.

"There is no one in this hallway but us Nagini," Voldemort hissed with a chuckle. That sounded weird for sure.

"He is hiding Master."

"Where?"

Suddenly Harry felt something slither up his leg and knew exactly what it was. Voldemort reach out to him and pulled the Invisibility Cloak off of him.

"Well, well Mr. Potter, leaving so soon. How may I ask did you acquire a broom?" (a/n: ha I feel like Dr. Seuss)

Harry tried to run, but the giant snake coiled around his body mad it hard for him to move, so he did the next best thing. Spit.

"My, my, Potter, that is getting old." Voldemort wiped the saliva off of his cheek and wrenched Harry's Firebolt from his hands. "Did you not like my dungeon? Perhaps you would like someplace more comfortable."

"Fuck You, Tom." Harry geared up for another spit.

"All in good time Mr. Potter. I would keep that in your mouth for now. You wouldn't want to destroy my good mood. After all I am feeling a bit generous. In fact I have a gift for you." Voldemort turned with a smile. And headed down the hallway with Harry's broom. "Follow me, Mr. Potter"

Harry didn't have much of a choice because before he knew it, Nagini was dragging him behind the snake-faced man.

They turned into a large familiar room and Voldemort pointed towards the center. Harry of course turned his gaze there.

"Oh no."

A/N: Yay a cliffy. Sorry but I had to leave it there. This is my longest chapter yet. They will probably get longer as the story continues. That always happens when I write.

I made Remus and the twins on Harry's side because I just like them too much. I have thought of putting Tonks on his side too but I don't know. The Weasley's are against Harry now, all except the twins and maybe two others (wink). I don't know.

I also don't know what to do with the Malfoys Draco and Lucius will be a big part but I don't exactly know how yet. I like them but sometimes I like to bash them.

Next Chapter: another talk featuring Harry and Voldy, Snape and the twins, news of the breakout, and a talk between werewolves. A lot huh. Maybe not in that order.

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