Since my friend was so kind to give me a shout out then I'll do so as well.

Nonezumi has started reworking a well written OC- centric Bleach fic for NaNoWriMo. And trust me as a huge criticizer of all things OC related it must be excellent.

A/N: I had some crazy ass ideas on why a baby would be in Azkaban, and short of using a Mary-Jesus reference I decided on the most complicated but still legit way. You won't be learning about it for a good while though so don't get your hopes up. All you need to know it that he has a child. Oh and from this chapter onwards it will be Harry's POV in third person only. I think the beginning was written in Kingsley view because I wanted to get a feel for how the Wizarding World's viewed Harry's stint in Azkaban.

Summary- 2011 NaNoWriMo! Harry was betrayed and left to rot in the darkest corners of Azkaban biding his time as Voldemort rose to power. But a far darker and more powerful threat approaches that even the Dark Lord can not defeat, but Harry's not ready to save them. A twist on the usual Azkaban fic. Probably VoldemortXHarry.

Dark Intentions

VanityIre

Chapter Two

Escorted

The British Ministry of Magic had not changed much in the last decade. The most notable similarity was the obnoxiously easy way to enter. From flushing one's self down a nasty ministry sanctioned toilet, to opening a locker and being pulled through. Of course those were the ways for ministry employees. Any other witch or wizard would be forced to use a standard pay-Wiz box, craftily named after the Muggle equivalent, a pay phone. And even then it was not difficult to be admitted, all one had to do was state their name, their true intention and anyone would be let through. Whether their true intentions were complete annihilation of everything and everyone inside or to molest the secretary on floor 22. Harry thought with Voldemort more or less in power, the ministry would have better security.

Harry was sure the workings of the ministry had not changed much either. Rather, the large number of staff who worked there when he broke in with Weasley and Granger all those years ago, had probably doubled considerably. Harry thought it would be the perfect way to reenter the spot light. By pushing a pink and yellow patterned stroller through the atrium to one of the lifts.

Accommodations had been made for Harry and the baby he carried. Washed, cleaned and dawning new robes, both harry and the child were provided for. Shacklebolt had even asked for the gender before he transfigured a wood and metal crate into a stroller.

Shacklebolt had demanded to know how and why a baby was being held captive in a top notch security cell in Azkaban. But Harry held his silence, refusing to allay any of the Head Auror's fears. He wouldn't be divulging anything about the baby's birth, the events that happened that night, nor the months that followed. And when Shacklebolt conceded and offered to clean and change the baby, probably wondering if she was even wearing a diaper or just rags wrapped around her, Harry held her closer. "She is already taken care of," he stated ignoring the Auror's skepticism. Harry knew better than to release his hold on the child, Merlin knows he probably wouldn't get her back at this point.

And many more things had to be reorganized. Had it just been Harry, Shacklebolt was escorting to the ministry, then they would have apparated. But apparation was far too dangerous for anyone under the age of fifteen. It could cause severe damage a persons magical core. Apparation could disconnect the strings of a magical core on a infant if the person doing the apparating was not a parent. And Harry seriously doubted Shacklebolt would let him apparate on his own. Hell, the tall Auror probably had no idea Harry could do it. He hadn't completed his education after all, having only finished his sixth year when he went into hiding after Dumbledore's death.

Harry's eyebrows cramped together and he swallowed something bitter at the thought of his former Headmaster. He let the feeling slip away from him when he heard a sniffling from under the bonnet causing him to finger the covering of the stroller to peak inside. He let out a relieved breath when he saw her still sleeping. The poor thing must have been having a night mare.

He had feared she'd be awoken from her nap when they were crossing the waters that led from the prison, but she stayed sound asleep probably tired from all of their hurried activities from the night before. And she merely blinked a few times when she was jostled once after Harry let his hold soften when they had to hail the night bus in order to reach London.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter and..." Shacklebolt began speaking to the mouth of the telephone, but paused and chanced a glance at the covered stroller housing the bundle of blankets. Harry knew he must have been wondering whether or not Harry would be giving him the child's name. This was his daughter and Harry had little reason to hide the name. It wasn't as if giving her name would change who she belonged to.

"Lily Potter," he said, finding great amusement with the way Shacklebolt's eyes widened. No surprise really, poor Shacklebolt had probably run through a million scenarios on the ride to London as for why a child would be looked over in Azkaban. The man probably figured the baby was born from Harry himself. And while Harry could see why one would come to such conclusions, he frowned at the thought of anyone thinking he would let himself be taken advantage of. Hadn't that mad Death Eater explained to dark skinned man that he went wild when anyone tried to touch him?

"Right," Shacklebolt said, "Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter and Lily Potter here for Harry Potter's retrial."

Suddenly three passes were issued and appeared in Shacklebolt's hand.

"Confirmed," was the only thing Harry heard before he, Shacklebolt and the stroller were moving downwards. Silence descended in the lift, and Harry was glad it was a short ride down as he was barely able to hold himself back from doing something, anything to Shacklebolt now that they were alone. He had a whole decade to stew in self pity and thoughts of vengeance. And time had taught him to be patient when dealing with individuals he would rather hang than ever trust again.

Years ago, walking through an unseen barrier into what would have been a solid object would have seemed fascinating. As was the case when Harry was eleven and he passed through the wall of platform nine and three quarters. Now Harry found it all rather boring. In the grand scheme of things the magic of the British Wizarding World paled in comparison to some of the world more intriguing sorceries. Take India's Ministry of Magic, in order to enter one had to ride a Buddhist-like hand that moved like escalator up the side of a mountain.

It took mere milliseconds to enter the Ministry Atrium, and Shacklebolt seemed to be in a hurry. Probably because they were running much later than expected due to having to take a different form of transportation. Harry was certainly not in a hurry however, he hadn't seen the ministry since the he had broken in when he was seventeen. Nothing truly had changed. In fact Harry was positive that they had merely rebuilt everything that had been destroyed during said break in, including the security desk that had been blown up during the confrontation. It seemed to be where Shacklebolt was wanting to go now. Harry took his time slowly pushing the stroller across the seemingly long stretch of the atrium forcing the Auror to shorten his stride. They passed one new addition to the decor. Looking at it should have made Harry spit fire from his lips. A white marble statue of a man holding a sword and skull was now making home in the very center of the atrium. Movement around the man's body proved that the statue was wizard-made, for a beautiful marble snake continuously wound its way around the man. A golden plank was attached to the pedestal. Harry almost couldn't make out the Latin for it was written in such exceedingly curvy writing.

Cognitoris Is Triumphus

Effectrix Is Imperium

It read. Harry translated the phrase into English, and couldn't help but snort causing Shacklebolt to look back uncertain.

"He knows victory indeed," Harry muttered stopping the stroller before the desk. All in all the statue was entirely to tacky to garner even an ounce of resentment. Harry actually felt sorry for Voldemort if he had to pass that monstrosity everyday.

"Peter," Shacklebolt greeted the tall narrowed nosed guard manning the security desk. "How are your wife and kids?"

Peter who seemed to be just around the corner from middle age wore a mirthful smile as he shook hands with Shacklebolt. "Laura was just asking about you the other day. She wanted to know if you and the misses would be stopping by anytime soon for dinner. Wanted to test out a new casserole I think." He said jovially.

Harry found it only mildly interesting that Shacklebolt had married. He briefly wondered on who, but decided his curious would be wasted. He shouldn't care enough to find out.

"Yes, well it's better if we hurry this along," He said looking to the young woman behind the desk. She appeared to be just out of Hogwarts, probably got the job on one of her parents merits. Harry thought sourly. Finding something wrong with people usually brought a smile to his normally frowning face.

"Yes," The girl said reaching her hand out. "Name and wand core?" She asked taking Shacklebolt's wand for weighing.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dragon-hide."

Harry would have found it odd that they were wand weighing an Auror, and further more the Head Auror's wand if he hadn't known it was standard procedure during an escort mission.

She finished quickly and handed the wand back. "Seems in order and what of you sir," She turned to Harry.

Before he could say something scathing, along the lines of 'my wand was snapped ten years ago bitch' Shacklebolt interrupted.

"There's no need, I'm escorting prisoner 387 to the court room on level ten."

Peter, the guard whistled lowly staring at Harry with wide curious eyes. "What could a lad your age have possibly done to have to go up before the Wizengamot?"

The girl, who was wearing a name plate but Harry didn't bother looking, spoke up as well. "I will still need a name to permit you through sir."

Harry could see Shacklebolt's hesitation to divulge his name. Due to the large number of Ministry employees who were milling around. The man was unsure as to how the crowd would react, Harry wondered as well and decided to relieve his interest.

"Harry James Potter, and my daughter Lily," He said grinning in a way that would seem unpleasant to anyone looking.

Its effect was instantaneous. Talks of "Did he say Harry Potter" spread like wild fire through the workers in the atrium, then a hush fell over it as those in it turned their eyes to the security desk, which was thankfully located near one of the lifts. He shrugged when it seemed the girl behind the desk had no intentions of moving, as she seemed to be frozen.

"You should stop gawking it's rude," He told her, though he honestly couldn't care less how much she gawked.

He began pushing the stroller over to the lift anyway and as he neared the double sliding doors opened. Before he could enter a crowd of people exited looking confused for the reason so many people were looking in their direction. Shacklebolt gave a queer looking Peter a pat on the shoulder before following Harry into the lift, and with the door wide open they watched as the crowd began to come to their senses converge toward them.

Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter and did he escape? seemed to be about the only thing they were able to pick up. The lift attendant who stood by a large olden looking metal switch quickly stammered out a question looking about to pee himself at the sight of so many people rushing forward at once.

"Level ten Colin, and make it fast," Colin wasted no time in pulling the switch downwards until it stopped at level nine. The doors swooshed closed and with that the lift was ascending at an obnoxiously fast speed. Harry would bet his left leg that news of him disappearing into an elevator with a baby stroller would be plastered all over the Prophet by morning.

Harry gave the lift attendant more thought after he registered his first name and his eyes widened upon setting eyes on the first memorable wizard since his re-entrance into London. Colin Creevey was no longer a scrap of a boy. He seemed to have finally grown into his limbs. The most notable change to Harry was the lack of camera slung around his neck. How Colin ended up as a lift attendant Harry couldn't fathom. He had always assumed the cherry blonde would be a photographer for the prophet or something along those lines.

"Err, Kingsley," Creevey spoke thumbing the metal switch under his palm. "Normally the lift only goes to level nine, sir."

"Yes, yes," Shacklebolt said waving a hand carelessly. "But as you can see we have a child with us," gesturing to the stroller. "I doubt taking the stair would be very productive. Beside I give you clearance to move the switch to level ten. I'll take full responsibility if it causes an issue."

Creevey's shoulder relaxed, and Harry thought he must have been glad all the weight was off his own arse on on someone elses. The switch fell to Number ten in seconds.

The lift stopped at level five letting a then grey haired man inside. He quickly set his sights on Shacklebolt however, so Harry assumed he didn't recognize him. It made him wonder if he had changed that much in the last ten years, because no one in the atrium knew who he was either. There once was a time Harry couldn't walk down the street without having other stare or daring to talk to him upon recognition. Now, though it would seem a decade was too long out of a person's memory to be noticed.

"Shacklebolt, you and Mr. Potter are an hour late for the trial. At the rate you are going you'll be late for the Department head meeting in ten minutes," He announced shrilly. And Harry finally recognized him as the meeting assigner from the last time he was here. A voice like that was hard to forget.

If Harry was surprised the man actually did know who he was he didn't show it instead he held onto the bar, waiting for the lift to read level ten. Shacklebolt began making apologies to the man and ignored his acknowledgment.

The only one who did make a squeak of surprise was Creevey who was clutching the switch tightly staring at Harry unblinking. The lift reached level ten and Harry was quick to get away from the lift. For the last few second it had felt like Creevey was going to burst forward and start humping his leg. Creepy Creevey, had obviously never changed.

Only Shacklebolt and Harry exited the lift and Harry was led down the hall toward a largely familiar double door. A good number of Aurors, maybe seven, stood outside clearly guard it.

"I suppose I'll be going then I got that meeting to get to," Shacklebolt said, sounding for all the world like he had a million things to say. "Uh, your lawyer will be appearing any minute now I'm sure she's heard about our arrival."

There was a long stretch of silence as the man struggled to find the words to say sorry, but Harry refused to get a headache from hearing it. "You should go, there are more than enough Auror's here to ensure I don't get out of hand."

As if he would with Lily right in front of him.

Shacklebolt lingered for a second then was turning away.

Harry may have hated the man, hell he hated a lot of people, but he could still commend Shacklebolt. The man obviously knew when to speak and when talking would be fruitless.

A soft whimper had Harry putting all his attention on the stroller. Taking away the covering he saw Lily was now wide awake from her nap. Her large round blue eyes blinked up at him and she reached with chubby little fingers for him. Harry smiled, a true genuine smile at just seeing her face. His fingers felt that back of her brunette hair to see if she had perspired any, and determined it dry. At the age of four months, going on five soon, Lily had managed to grow a remarkable tuft of hair. It traveled down to her shoulders, surprising harry with it's length.

"Oh my darling, awake now?" Harry looked at the Aurors who were watching him and Lily with interest. He made and obnoxious face that caused all of them to frown and look away for only a second, enough time for Harry to do a little wandless magic. He discreetly waved his hand and a brown and pink bag appeared at the bottom of the stroller. He began feeling around her diaper and after judging it to surprisingly still be relatively dry he pulled out a bottle from below in the basket the stroller provided. The bottle, and diaper bag was something he brought from home anticipating that they would both be out for a while longer than usual. Plus, one should never be ill prepared when dealing with children.

Harry used Lily's blanket to prop her bottle up against her stomach so he would not have to hold it while he waited for his so called lawyer.

A lawyer who was making her way towards him as he thought of her. Oh, this must have all been just a sick twisted joke on everyone's part. They were trying to bring the farce of a trial up just so they could have justifiable reasons to mock him more than they did when throwing him in prison. Why else would Hermione Granger be heading in his direction dressed as a muggle Lawyer out of a Law and Order episode? Her much shorter brown hair was swept back in a tiny pony tail, and her too tight grey suit, pencil skirt and all, did little to show off her boxy figure. She even had a briefcase.

Harry didn't bother hoping she would just be walking by with out speaking, he knew fate liked to be a bitch.

A/N: I'm sorry for how rushed the ending seems, but I've been writing this chapter for days now and I just wanted it to be over with. I'll go back and rework it after NaNoWriMo. For right now it's best that I keep writing. Sorry for the Grammar and spelling. Like I said before if anyone wants to Beta then just do it no questions asked. If not get used to shitty spelling because I don't have time to beta it.

So Harry is coming out a little more cynical rather than craved for revenge like he should have been. But oh well, I'll let him have his fun for now.

So I decided that in the next chapter, I will try to better explain what happened to Harry before and during his stay in Azkaban. I plan to include a short meeting with a few High Ranking there Death Eaters including the minister. Oh and be ready for the appearance of an old and very unexpected individual. Someone I'm sure none of you are expecting to show up. Sorry this took so long but I guess this chapter just did not want to be written.