After being side-along-apperated to a deserted port, if you could even call it that, Harry was placed in a full body bind and forced on to the oldest looking dinghy he had ever seen. 'This seems appropriate for the job' he mused. Once Harry and the two aurors accompanying him were on the craft, the rim of the boat was an inch above the water line and it looked set to sink. Harry almost wished it would sink into the cold North Sea, but he quickly banished any dark thoughts.
There was no way to stretch his rapidly cramping muscles, so Harry lay there, unmoving. He was sure, if he was able to under the body bind, he would be shivering from the cold and the sea spray on the way to Azkaban.
His thoughts quickly turned back to his recent trial. His anger simmered under the surface, but due to his recent mastery in Occlumency, he was again able to keep any unwanted thoughts from disrupting his organised mind.
After the abysmal lessons with Snape, which ended in Harry very nearly getting hexed, or worse, he had taken it upon himself to learn all he could about it and began practicing, using meditation. He toyed with the idea of going to Snape and asking him to test his mind shields so that he could tell him how terrible he was at teaching but he didn't fancy cleaning the potions lab in detention for the next month.
With the books he studied on Occlumency, came the art of Legilimency. After debating whether or not he fancy being able to delve into other people's minds, he figured the pros outweighed the cons, and began practicing the theory. He was unable to practice the practical part efficiently though due to the fact that not many people would like all their secrets revealed, especially the traitors. However he was able to try a few times on the unsuspecting pupils that were studying in the library and was fairly confident on his ability.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the old dinghy gently bobbing against a concrete dock.
He had arrived at Azkaban.
The body bind was removed and he shrugged off the aurors who were roughly tugging him to his feet. If he was going to enter this hell-hole, he was going to do it with dignity. He managed to wriggle out most of the cramp in his legs before the aurors regained their composure and grabbed his arms. He was frogmarched up the poorly cobbled path towards a single concrete building, with Azkaban itself looming in the distance. He entered the building with his escort to find two Dementors flanking two more aurors wearing medallions to ward of the effects of their companions.
"Thanks boys!" Harry called back to the aurors that accompanied him from the boat, throwing them a wink as they left, allowing the other aurors and the Dementors take over.
Harry was told to leave all of his possessions here, but since his wand had been snapped and the rest of his belongings were left behind, he only had his robes to hand over. He couldn't help but think that everything he owned, except his invisibility cloak, which he had placed in his vault at Gringotts, was now in the hands of either Dumbledore or Ron.
A worn, black and white striped robe, which was more of a dress, was thrown to Harry. Once he was dressed, he was once half-dragged and half-pushed towards the huge structure ahead. 'I wonder if they made this walk as long a possible on purpose.' He mused.
He glanced up at the aurors faces only to find a stony expression written on both, portraying no emotion. They continued towards their destination without slowing down, even over the rough terrain of the so-called path.
Exactly 9 minutes and 21 seconds later they reached the huge doors at the foot of Azkaban prison. Harry estimated that they were about 20 meters tall and both tapered towards a point so that both doors points met and made the doors look eerily like a huge tooth.
Both doors swung apart to reveal the dreariest sight harry had ever laid eyes on. With no need for a recreation area or canteen, all available space in the prison was filled with cells, with corridors no wider than 70cm joining various areas.
The two Dementors that followed Harry and the aurors left them here, but Harry didn't notice. For some reason he wasn't feeling the effects of the Dementors. He thought back to the first time he met Sirius. 'He claimed that because he knew he was innocent, the Dementors didn't affect him as much, I wonder if that's the reason'. Whatever the reason, Harry didn't care, he was just thankful that he would be able to concentrate on what he had to do without going insane in the process.
The two aurors were leading him past cell after cell, not all of them housing occupants. Due to the minimal Dementor presence on the lower, minimum-security levels, most of the prisoners were sane enough to be able to hurl insults towards the trio. On one occasion Harry was recognised. Word quickly spread and the taunting rapidly turned into hatred filled screams.
As the two aurors and Harry ascended the prison, the insulting loudmouths gradually gave way to whimpering piles of cloth, that were only recognisable as people due to the slight shuddering with each new sob.
Suddenly the two human guards stopped, Harry glanced around only to be met with one word.
"Go." Their monotonous voices sent chills down Harry's spine.
Apparently he didn't begin moving fast enough, they gave him a shove that sent him sprawling. After reminding himself about his dignity, he picked himself up and began walking briskly down the passageway.
He was soon faced with the Dementors that occupied the upper levels and realised why the aurors had stopped. Despite the medallions they wore, they weren't welcome here. Two Dementors floated towards him and beckoned for him to follow.
Most of the prisoners here were just shells that had either been subjected to the kiss or were so insane that they might as well have been.
Soon enough they reached, what Harry presumed was, the highest level. Harry was led into a random cell the Dementors left.
"So this is my humble abode" Harry said aloud to himself, chuckling.
A slight sniffle from the corner of the 7ft x 7ft caught Harry's attention. He whipped round, realising that he wasn't alone in the cell. His cell. He studied the figure carefully. He soaked in as many details as possible, which, with the figure curled into a tight foetal position, wasn't many. Despite this hindrance, he was able to discern that the figure was a female, a very beautiful female even with her hollowed out cheeks and skinny frame. Black curls cascaded down her back and heavily lidded eyes stared into space.
"Hasn't even noticed I'm here yet." He murmured, a slight twinge of sympathy clutching at his heart
Harry slowly made his way over to the woman, lest he startle her. He reached out to touch her arm. As soon as he made contact, the woman's eyes snapped up to his.
"Harry? Harry Potter?" It came out as no more than a whisper.
"That's me" He stated, sounding somewhat more cheerful than he felt. Suddenly the woman barrelled into his chest, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her head into his chest. Thankfully, her minuscule weight meant that Harry was able to keep his balance and he returned the embrace, although rather hesitantly.
Then just as soon as she started the embrace she jumped back, mumbling something about getting carried away, and diverting her stunning dark brown eyes. Harry laughed off her apologies, but his laughter soon died away as he realised who those eyes belonged to.
A/N: I hope you're enjoying the story. This is the first piece of writing I have ever done, so it's a big step up. I would appreciate reviews, but please no flaming. I also realise that this isn't exactly an original idea, but it's one of my favourite scenarios. Any ideas on how Harry should react to his new cellmate? I know you've all figured out who it is. Oh and some ideas about how Harry plans to escape would be nice as well, I've got a few ideas floating around but nothing solid yet. Thanks for reading!