I am back! Here is the next chapter, enjoy!

For the first time in years harry looked into the light, and it was….painful.

Gasping, he hurriedly shut his eyes, raising his arms that were for some reason no longer restrained, as well to protect them. Slowly, he moved his arm, and opened his eyes a pinch, gradually getting used to the dim light. Taking what must have been minutes, the hybrid was finally able to open his eyes fully, blinking back tears. Turning around, he was met with a rather humorous sight.

Both men were gaping stupidly at him, mouths hanging open and eyes popping. They looked like they had seen a ghost, well seen a ghost if they were muggles.

"What's up" Harry questioned, smirking at them and crossing his arms. "Cats got your tongue" he continued after a rather lengthy silence. It did the trick though, and the minister and his companion both straightened out.

"See minister, what'd I tell ya', he's notin' but normal" the large man grunted.

And indeed that's how he looked. Harry was in his human form, so with the exception of his pale skin, hair length, and eye color he was remarkable boring. His eyes slightly closed giving him a cold imperial expression.

After a few moments more, Steve grabbed harry tightly by the arm, while the minister blindfolded him, and the started on their trek through the prison.

(BrEaK…LiNe)

"Hold it!" the yell broke through what had been, up to that moment, an awkward silence.

Harry was shivering, as the freezing air penetrated what was left of his prison clothes. Despite that, his metaphorical ears perked up at the yell. Hearing the commotion, he silently wondered what was going on.

"Who are you and what are you doing to that man? Where are your papers" a commanding voice demanded of the hybrid's two 'escorts'.

"Um…..we're…you see this is….um." The minister stuttered, clearly unhappy and scared out of his wits about this new situation. Harry smirked 'perfect'.

"Please...Help me!" Harry whimpered, suddenly stumbling forward as if injured. "These men….i don't know who they are….i-I don't know who I am! They kept going on a-a-about this-s-s m-magic thing!" he suddenly collapsed, crying. "I-i-I don't understand what's happening~! I woke up i-in some sort of dungeon!"

Harry felt the atmosphere suddenly change, and smirked in his head.

"You better com with us. And release that man at once!"

Feeling Steve let go of him, Harry slowly took off his blind fold, and, ignoring the pain, looked around.

Sounding him and his two would be executioners were 8 men. All with crew cut hair and uniforms. Everyone was carrying a large bulky gun.

"NO! You can't-"the minister started, only to be cut off my one of them man, a tall man with pale skin and black hair.

"Stevins" the voice who was talking originally barked. "Use the limiters" the man who spoke was obviously the leader and was the most bulky of the group. Scars littered his face and arms, and his hair was starting to grey. "You!" Harry looked up "are you okay?"

Harry cautiously stood up, flinching slightly when one of the men made to help him. Now that he had stopped standing, his muscles were protesting being used again. "I would b, but w-who are you?" Harry tilted his head, and widened his eyes from there usually narrowed position.

The leader smirked and turned around, using some sort of hand signal that caused the men around Harry to turn as well. His two captors were in handcuffs with some sort of blue collar around there necks. Then they all started marching towards the buildings in the distance. "My name is Rick Stanels (1) a captain in the world army. We are stationed here to try and subdue the rouge "magical" that have been hanging around these parts."

Harry looked around, and nearly tripped. He was standing about three yards from Azkaban Island. He should be neck deep in freezing water, but instead the ground seemed to be covered in a white dust like substance, not a drip of water in sight. Far in the distance, gray buildings could be seen, and the sky itself was a grey that lightened to a pale sickly yellow.

"What happened?' he thought to himself, 'what could kill an ocean?'

Harry turned his attention back to the captain. "What are Magicals?"

The man turned to look at the raven haired teen, for he still had the appearance of a seventeen year old. "Magicals are a race that was discovered about 100 years ago. They were deemed dangerous and were given a choice to give up there powers, or be destroyed. They chose neither, and have been a nuisance ever since."

Harry slowly allowed that thought to sink in. "A hundred years ago was about the time when I fell asleep, what really happened all those years ago?"

"Excuse me, where are we going" Harry spoke up, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep up with everyone's longer strides.

"We are taking you and the rogues to our base. There we'll check out you story" he turned around once more. "After that, we'll see" the man smiled before continuing on.

Harry sighed. The thought of 'what now' echoing in his head.

TBC

(1) Stanels: pronounced stan-ulls (as in gulls)