All Consuming Darkness

By gorgeousbowneyes

Chapter Two

Harry awoke on a cold, stone slab. He had dreamed of all the horrors he had been forced to witness in his life. He still had that cold feeling about him, and was not because the room was chilly. He sat up and looked about him. He was in a cold, stone room, with bars at the front. He could feel the presence of a dementor out side his cell. He heard Hermione scream his name, but shook his head. Maybe if I don't think about them, I'll be alright. He realised that he wasn't in a high security cell, because, looking out from behind the bars, there was one dementor in the corridor, which drifted between the cells, looking in on the prisoners every now and then. He turned back to the bars, not wanting it to come any closer, but knowing it was inevitable. He studied the cell, and saw that there was a stone slab for a bed, and that a blanket was folded neatly at the end of it, on the floor. In another corner, was a chamber pot, with toilet paper sitting next to it. Great, Harry thought, no plumbing! He let a groan escape him. Closer to the bars was another stone slab, but it was barely off the ground, and was very small in shape. Harry realised this must be where he was to have meals. The walls were made out of stone, like everything else in the cell, and looked to be a mix between sandstone and shale. What a dreary place to spend a month! Well, it is prison! Just then, the lone dementor came and peered though the bars, sucking all happy thoughts from Harry's mind, and making him feel light headed. He heard screaming in his head. This angered Harry. I'm not going to pass out! I'm stronger than it! I'm stronger than anyone!

That's right Harry, you don't deserve this! You freed them from the Dark Lord, and look how they have thanked you!

What the, where did that thought come from? But it's true, I don't deserve this! Harry punched a wall, and then regretted it because the wall was solid stone, and it hurt his fist. I hope that I see someone soon! I told Hermione not to visit me, but I miss her so much already! I want to see her so badly! And I miss Ron! And everybody else! Maybe Dumbledore can get the sentence shortened. Deciding that he had nothing else to do, Harry went to lie down on the slab of rock that was supposed to be a bed, and tried to go to sleep. When he finally did, his dreams were filled of Sirius, Hermione, and his parents.

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He awoke with a start. The doors to his cell were clanging as the slowly opened. He looked to the door with hope that he had a visitor, but felt his hopes plunge down his stomach when he saw a dementor enter. He realised that it was just bringing him food, and checking the chamber pot. Then it left. Harry felt his stomach grumble. He got up and went to look at what there was to eat.

He was disappointed, as there were three slices of bread and a stew that didn't look that inviting. There was also a bottle of water. Harry was hesitant to eat the stew, but his hunger took over, and he sat down, ripped off some bread and dunked it into the stew. It wasn't the best, but it satisfied his hunger. He finished the bread and the stew off, while his thoughts were flooded with what he would normally be doing at dinner time. At Hogwarts, he would have been sitting in the Great Hall chatting with his friends, but he hadn't been a student for three years now. He was no-longer living with the Dursleys either, but had moved out and was living in an apartment in London, with Hermione. At dinner, they both took turns to cook something. Harry, having to cook meals at the Dursleys, had become quite good at cooking, while Hermione, who concentrated on studying more, was very bad. Every time she cooked, they either had to order take away after she set off the fire alarm, or Harry would take over. He laughed as he remembered one time when the neighbours had come rushing in to see if there was a fire, but this just attracted the dementor, who sucked away his happy thoughts. This is going to be hell! Harry thought, as he passed out with the sound of Hermione screaming in his head once more.

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Harry had been in Azkaban for almost a week now. He was getting a lot of sleep, having nothing to do, and passing out frequently when dementors came around his cell. He was starting to get more accustomed to them, but that didn't stop him from passing out at least once a day. He had just finished the horrible breakfast of gruel with bread, when he heard voices in the corridor. He looked out from behind the bars to see a familiar red head walking towards him, arguing with the person next to him. A dementor walked in front of them and two were behind them. Harry stepped back from the bars, as the two people stopped in front of his cell.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Harry was over joyed to see his best friend, and waited impatiently for the dementor to open the door. When it finally swung open, Ron rushed into the cell and hugged Harry.

"It's so good to see you, Ron!"

:It's good to see you to!"

They stepped back out of the embrace, and Harry looked at who the other person was. It was Ginny.

"What are you doing here Ginny? You shouldn't be here, it's not a good place!"

"You have nothing against Ron coming here!"

"That's because he's male, it's not safe for females, with the other prisoners here. I've heard them talking to themselves and they haven't had female companionship for ages! I don't want you getting hurt!"

"Honestly, Harry! It's a prison! The prisoners aren't going to just walk out of there cell and drag me into their cell and have there way with me! It's impossible!"

"No, it's not. There have been at least ten breakouts already in the time that I've been here, and the dementors only caught them again because they couldn't get off the island!"

"I don't care!" Ginny exclaimed, but she looked a bit shaken up at the thought of prisoners escaping. "I'm here because Hermione asked me to come because you made her promise she wouldn't come in person! She wants to know some things that she couldn't ask Ron to ask you."

"Hey, mate, I told Ginny not to come, so don't look at me like that!" Harry had been glaring at Ron, thinking that he shouldn't have let Ginny come. "You know that when Ginny makes up her mind, no-one can make her change it!"

"Ok, ok. So, what's been happening?"

"Well, Dumbledore has been to the Ministry every day, trying to get your sentence shortened, but Fudge is resistant, saying that if you did it once, you might do it again. I'm sorry mate, but it doesn't look like he's going to change his mind."

"I'm glad."

"What? Why?" Ginny exclaimed, horrified at the thought.

"Well, this place is hell, I have to admit, but I've been dreaming of me getting out of here and going on a killing spree, torturing innocent people, and then killing them. Then, in the dreams, I laugh at them, laugh as I kill them. It's horrible"

Ginny looked stunned, then confused. "But, why?"

"I'll explain later, Ginny." Ron said to her. He wanted to get off this subject. "Did you know how hard it was for me to get a pass to come visit you?" he asked Harry. Harry didn't respond. "Well, I've been trying since the day after you were sentenced, and they only gave me permission to go yesterday. Hermione wanted to come, but said she didn't want to break your promise, so she sent Ginny instead. I thought it was a bad idea but I couldn't stop them."

"Yeah, you said before."

"Oh, yeah."

"Ron, do you mind if I talk to Harry privately for a moment?" Ginny asked.

"Sure, go ahead." Harry and Ginny walked to the back of the room.

"Hermione says she loves you, and wants to come see you, but she wont unless you say it's ok."

Harry thought. He really wanted to see Hermione, but he didn't want her to see him here, like this. He didn't think it was that safe either. But he was dieing to see her, to hold her, to kiss her.

"Tell her that she should make the decision. I don't think it's safe, but if she's dying to see me as much as I'm dying to see her, then she can come is she wants."

"I'll tell her that. She also had more of a message as well, and she wants to tell u that, er, well, um, ah –"

"Spit it out already!" Harry said in a raised voice.

"Ok, ok, no need to get your knickers in a knot! She said that your part of the bed is cold at night and she really misses you and, well she said some other things too, but I'm not going to repeat them!"

Harry smiled at this, as Hermione had changed a lot since she was at Hogwarts. It was probably because of his help, he thought as he smiled to himself.

"Tell her that everywhere is cold here, and that I wish I was back in my part of the bed!" Ginny laughed. They walked back to Ron, Ginny having finished her message.

"Mum and Dad said that they would come see you, with Fred and George, next week." Ron told Harry. Just at that moment, the dementor opened the door, and beckoned for the two red heads to leave the room. Both went pale.

"I don't want to leave you in here, Harry" Ron was worried, Harry could tell.

"I'll be fine, but you should go." Harry was stressing with screams in his head that the dementors were causing. He was struggling to push them from his mind. "Go.." Ron hugged Harry again, and then Ginny hugged him as well. "Don't worry Harry, this will all be over soon enough."

"Thanks, now go, the both of you," he said.

As Ron and Ginny exited the cell and walked away, Harry lost his internal battle to stay conscious, and fell to the floor, dreaming of screaming people, as he stood over them, laughing.

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AN: OK Please remember that this is unedited since I first wrote this a few years ago. I'm just posting it because I feel like I need to be posting something in the lapse between now and when I get re-motivated on How Could You Forget About Me? This story already had a few chapters done I thought, so I decided to post. Unfortunately this is as far as I got with writing it. I might decide to write more on it, I might not.

Reviews:

Pilgrim: You are most welcome to translate this story into Russian if you so choose to! I would absolutely love that! I sent you an email in response, I haven't heard back from you as yet, so it would be good to know what was going on in that department. Otherwise, I'm so honoured that you thought this story was good enough for translation! Dark Harry and Harry/Hermione do sound awesome don't they. I'm thinking of making Hermione Dark too. What do you think?

hpnut1: Thanks for the review, here is some more for you to read! Unfortunately I don't have any more left pre-written so there might be a bit of delay in updating. But I promise to try and write more of this story!

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Until next time my lovelies!