A/N: So, this is up a day later then I said it would. This is because a) I hated the first draft and b) I was working on making a trailer for this fic! It can be found here http:/www. youtube .com/watch?v=EOAY-VLNY9M (without the spaces)

And, yeah, that's it. Like I said, this story is taking prioity over the others, as I write what I want, when I want, and you'll probably get your next update in a day or two...but I'll try to update Mysterious Mystery of the Cryptic Snitch or one of my other stories...

So...CHAPTER AD TIME!

Betrayed by katydidnt

In his fifth year Harry Potter was framed for murder and sentenced to Azkaban. Ten years later his innocence is proven. What will Harry do? Written PreOotP. COMPLETE!

MY COMMENTS: Not your typical Azkaban!Harry story, it's an utterly amazing read!

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine

Chapter 3: Escape

I glance down at Harry. He lies in the tank, eyes screwed up in pain, trembling so badly I know that he's never going to make it out of here alone. I now have a terrible choice to make. Leave him here, to be tortured and killed, or take him with us, and risk us all being caught.

I can't just leave someone to die. But I don't want to myself.

Don't be so selfish.

I reach down, grab him, and pull him out of the tank. He screams in pain, then immidiately stops as he chokes on his own blood. He begins to cough violently, shaking. I quickly feel his forhead. He's burning with fever.

It's not just the tank. The tank doesn't do this... it's just an experiment with your mind.

I set him down gently and spin, grabbing a half-dazed whitecoat by the shirt and slamming him into a wall.

"What. Did. You. Do?"

"I-I, we just p-put him in the t-tank."

"Liar. Tell me now," I swing him over the dreaded tank, "or you'll see how it feels."

Sweat beads on his forhead. I shrug. "Suit yourself."

I drop him in and am just about to pull the lid over when he suddenly cries out. "Wait! I'll tell you!"

I casually lean against the side of the tank, watching the Flock (which now includes Harry) out of the corner of my eye. They stand over the unconcious whitecoats, watching for any signs of life. The Erasers, thankfully, are out training new recruits and hunting down new 'specimens.' We timed the escape perfectly, managing to knock out the whitecoats that came to get us for an experiment, before coming here, at Angel's direction.

The whitecoat tells me what they injected Harry with, before throwing him in the tank, and I wince. It's certainly painful, and it doesn't just 'work it's way out' of your system. Not for weeks. You need the anti-toxin to speed things up and until then it's constant agony. We can't afford to wait and get the anti-toxin.

Dr. Martinez.

I give the whitecoat one last, long look.

"You're a monster."

I let the lid fall shut, before turning to the Flock.

"Right," I say, grabbing Harry in a fireman's carry. "We need to get out of here, and fast. Let's get back to the cave, try and meet up with Iggy and Gazzy. Then we need to take Harry to Dr. Martinez and get him the anti-toxin for this stuff ASAP. Got it?"

They nod and I slam my foot into the door, knocking it open and sprinting down the hall. When we reach the end of it, I don't hesitate before kicking a window open and handing one of Harry's arms to Fang, keeping hold of the other. He whimpers in pain, screwing his eyes shut.

We need to get him out of here.

The alarms are still blaring and I can now here the approaching footsteps of the whitecoats. I spin around to see ten of them, coming towards us angrily.

We could have just jumped out the window. But I had an idea.

Fang and I gingerly set Harry on the ground, where he lay shaking in pain, before turning vback to the whitecoats.

I roundhouse kick the first one right in the head. The fight lasts maybe a minute before all ten white lie unconcious.

Pssh...humans. No fighting skills whatsoever.

I snatch a cellphone from the nearest one, before grabbing Harry by the arm again and leaping out the window. Ah, free at last. Feels nice.

I was merely bored for most of the time in the School. A few experiments, yeah, no biggie. Harry on the other hand...

The thing about when we were younger, there were more of us. So we couldn't be constantly experimented on. Harry hadn't had any new 'subjects' to take time off of his torture. He had been gone for hours at a time, sometimes days. The whitecoats were getting more creative and aggressive too, we all knew this from our 'mind conversations' with Harry.

For example, they had starved him for a week and then, for two weeks afterwards, only fed him by shoving a tube down his throat. (A/N: For those of you who have seen the movie Iron Jawed Angels, that's where I got the idea.) He had been coughing and throwing up blood constantly afterwards. It was sickening what lengths the whitecoats would go to gain knowledge.

We flew for maybe an hour, not talking, all keeping an eye on Harry, who only seemed to get worse as time went by. By the time we reached the cave, he was shivering constantly, and would sometimes let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Max?"

I turn to see Gazzy, looking at me happily. "You're alive!"

"Yeah, yeah," I say hurridly, setting Harry on the ground and flipping the phone open. "Angel! Fill in Gaz and Ig on the new development."

The magic thing too?

Yeah.

I hurridly punch in Dr. Martinez's number and hold the phone to my ear.

Ring...ring...

"Hello?"

"Dr. Martinez? It's Max."

"Max! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Thanks. Er, can you do us a favor?"

"Us?"

"Me and my...friends. Can you drive down to Lake Mead? And bring an anti-toxin?"

"Okay...what for?"

I quickly tell her.

"Why...would anyone..." She sounds horrified.

"Please, I'm begging you, my friend..."

"Okay, okay, I'll be there as soon as possible!"

She hangs up.

We wait for a few hours, Harry only getting worse and worse. Iggy and Gazzy were staring at Angel in disbelief.

"Crazier things have happened, I guess," says Iggy finally, sitting back.

I wince as Harry screams again. He spasms, his hands flying out wildly, and when his eyes flash open, I jolt back at the look in them. It's one of pure agony.

I can hear a low rumbling beneath us. I glance over the side of the cliff to see Dr. Martinez parked next to the lake, holding her bag and looking around.

"Quick! Let's move!" I take Harry's right arm again, and Fang wordlessly takes the left. The seven of us fly down to Dr. Martinez.

"Max, hello, nice to see you again," she says hurridly, taking Harry from me and setting him on the ground. She doesn't seem to keen on exchanging pleasentries, and frankly, I'm glad. The sooner Harry gets the anti-toxin, the better.

She looks horrified as another spasm racks Harry, and his eyes snap open.

"Help me...please...it hurts so much..."

"I-I'm going to," she says, shaken by the pain in his eyes. He shudders as his eyes widen, and a scream tears itself from his mouth.

Dr. Martinez shakily prepares a sryinge, wincing at the horrified look he gives it.

"Please...no..."

"This-this'll make the pain go away," she says reassuringly, plunging the needle into his arms. He continues to shake.

"It'll take about an hour for the poison to work it's way out of your system," she tells him.

"Hurts..."

A tortured screech flies from his throat, and his nails claw at the dirt despratley. She grabs his hand.

"Look at me, listen, you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

"No I won't..."

"You will, I promise."

Another scream.

The hour passes and slowly, the screams subside. Harry's eyelids finally droop shut, and Dr. Martinez lets go of his hand. She looks horrified.

"Who would do that to a child?"

"The whitecoats. I don't think they have a single speck of humanity left in them," I respond steadily.

She nods slowly, a look of pain in her features.

"I thought...they promised me...that they would...they wouldn't...thought I knew what I was-what I was..."

She breaks down into sobs. "HOW COULD I HAVE DONE THIS?" she screams. I stare at her in shock. She knew the whitecoats? And yet didn't seem to know how...

"Dr. Martinez. What do you mean?" I ask.

"My...daughter. I donated an egg and...they said that they would give her wings and give her back-and that they wouldn't hurt her. And then they told me that it failed and that she was dead and..." another heartbroken sob "how could I have even considered giving her to those monsters?"

I pause. "Do you know anything about your daughter? Anything at all? I may know her, may be able to help find her... if she's still alive."

She nods weakly. "They told me...her identification number."

"And it was..."

"I have it memorized," she laughs shakily. "Silly of me is it? 554-789-AF-246."

I practically faint.

It's my number.

A/N: So Max has found out the truth about her mother earlier then it was written. I actually never intended Dr. Martinez to come up, but then I came up with the idea of Harry being posioned and...the plot bunnies took over. Next up, how the heck are they going to get back to England?

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