"Throw him away, and let him rot there!" Fudge roared, reminding Harry eerily of Crouch Snr during Bellatrix's trial. Harry suddenly felt two dementors grab his arms, and he felt that familiar feeling of dread as he heard Lord Voldemort murdering both his parents. 'He's here, go upstairs with Harry and escape.' Harry heard James say before a cold, laughing voice said 'Avada Kedavra!", and James Potter fell. 'No, not, Harry, please not Harry.' He heard Lily say before another flash of green light and suddenly everything was black.

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Day 1

"Where am I?" He muttered, before realizing he was on a small island fortress, in the middle of nowhere, with the sea streching till the horizon and beyond. Waves from all direction crashed onto the doors of the fortress, and the wind was howling, the waves roaring. He saw other prisoners across from across the hall, in other jail cells, including one that said 'Bellatrix Lestrange, prisoner number 2344, for the permanent incapacitation of Alice and Frank Longbottom.' He once again looked outside the windows, before a dementor passed by, making him briefly hear Lord Voldemort cackling.

"Potter." He heard another prisoner growl. The jail cell said 'Antonin Dolohov.' He recognized him as a participant in the murders of the Prewetts.

"You're the reason we're in here." Another growled from a cell that said 'Augustus Rookwood.'

"Yet here now he joins us, how does that feel" said a taunting voice.

"He actually thought he could rely on the Ministry" said another cackling voice, one that came inside the cell of Rodolphus Lestrange.

With his reply stuck in his throat, he silently shrunk out of sight of the windows, and simply dwelled on the one thought that kept Sirius sane, "I am innocent" Soon after, he saw a dementor pass by, and briefly open his cell. With a feeling of dread, Harry wondered if he was going to be given the kiss.

Shaking his head, 'Silly me, they only give the kiss to murderers and those sort of people, not just someone who did underage magic' he thought, but many dark thoughts kept on springing up in his mind.

'What if they changed the law'

'Fudge managed to get me into Azkaban for a simple charm that didn't cause any damage, administering me the kiss shouldn't be much harder for him'

'Do I actually think they'll care about that tiny detail. They'll find a way to brand me as a murderer anyway'

Shaking his head once more, he proceeded to get rid of these thoughts and go back to the singular one of "I am innocent", and went to look at his food. It was maggot infested bread and butter. Proceeding to pick the maggots out one by one, and throw them out of his window, he closed his eyes and took a bite of the bread. Immediately he vomited it out of the window, and in three subsequent vomiting sessions, he managed to get out what all he had eaten that day and the night before at Grimmauld Place, rubbing his stomach in severe hunger.

Day 2

Waking up next morning, he saw his meal was already ready, some cold soup with a chunk of bread down its middle. He slowly braced himself for eating it, knowing he would starve otherwise, and just managed to not throw it up. By now, he had gotten used to the "No, not Harry, noo-" and the "Avada Kedavara"s every time a dementor passed by, and him waking up about twenty minutes later with some bruises on his back.

Day 3

Same old routine, with the added bonus of two extra dementors being sent to continuously guard him, as a "High Security Prisoner". Boy he seriously wished he had his wand to perform a Patronus Charm. He wondered whether Dudley would be getting obliviated currently for witnessing the Patronus Charm.

Two weeks later

His cell had been moved across and down the hallway, so he was now directly across 'Augustus Rookwood, convicted for leaking information to You-Know-Who'. Harry starts to feel the long term affects of Azkaban. His skin has definitely shrunk back, and he can't maintain a rational line of thought anymore. He's down to tears most of the time due to the dementors.

One and a half months later

Harry has now gotten used to the conditions, but his ability for rational thought has shrunk a lot. Whenever the dementors leave guarding his cell for small breaks, he feels he regains his lost sanity, but until then, he can't even do basic arithmetic. He swore this morning he heard a large bang outside, and a pinkish cloak, and some voices, but he reckons it's just his imagination, as he just woke up from a dream. He hopes he didn't imagine it and it's some sort of visit like Fudge visiting Sirius just before he escaped. He wondered where Dumbledore was and why no one has tried to rescue him so far.

'Maybe Dumbledore just doesn't care, just like he hasn't cared about me all summer' said a nasty voice in his head.

'Maybe Ron and Hermione are off enjoying themselves while you're stuck here' said the very same nasty voice.

'Maybe you're just unimportant. Even Cho chose Cedric over you' said another nasty voice. His heart did a small flip when thinking of Cho, the pretty Chinese girl who he was in love with. Smiling a bit to himself, he immediately felt the smile wiped off of his face as a dementor passed by, taking the happy thought with him. With only his negative thoughts left to him, he shook his head to get rid of them, and went back to the basic thought. 'I am innocent'

Hii people sorry I didn't update for a year. This chapter is boring but the next ones should be more interesting. Hope you enjoyed its nice being back here writing again.