A/N Welcome to yet another project that I'm subjecting myself to suffering through writing instead of forcing the motivation to continue Relativity or my other project. (It's a problem). Anyways, the ship is gonna be kinda odd, but due to my very strict morals, there will be major AU.

Also, with a farewell having been sent off to No-Longer-Ms. Brick, I have no beta at all, so bear with me.

Now, without further ado


Irresistible

Part 1: Always Look Cool

Chapter I: Breakout

ACT I: Pain

Harry stared at a particular corner of a crack running through a brick before him. This particular crack was approximately a third from the left and mostly vertical, making about three centimeters of progress down the length of the brick before reaching the bottom. The corner that caught Harry's eye was slightly chipped out and had maybe a millimeter of missing material. Not much but enough that Harry could place his finger on it and feel the little indentation.

Azkaban didn't provide enough peace of mind to really allow Harry to think for himself. The constant image off all his friends dying before him was a real kick in the teeth and did nothing to benefit his mood. So staring at this brick wall and memorizing every little bump, crack, crevice, and chip provided at least something else to think of. Those blasted dementors couldn't take something so boring from him.

Harry hated this, hated watching his girlfriend crucio-ed into complete insanity every night. Hated watching Hermione get dissected alive. Hated watching that cutting curse take Ron's head.

No one was alive, no one he cared for anyway. While he had managed to remove the horcrux, Voldemort still felt like he needed to be kept alive. Abusing the convoluted logic of the prophecy made so many years before.

Shoving Harry into Azkaban under permanent watch by a trio of Dementors was a seemingly brilliant idea in the mind of Voldemort, but Harry knew better. All it did was provide Harry with lots of time to think. This gave him the ability to hope and plan, but every good idea was ruined, the hope being ripped from him by those devilish creatures of malice.

Harry snapped his eyes away from the brick wall. Anger flooding his mind and that fiery feeling of fury coursing through his veins. Enough was enough. Shoving his palm into the wall, fingers splayed, Harry pushed all of his magic through his arm and into his hand. Willing his fury to fuel the latent magic, Harry poured his intent.

One word was all Harry thought, pushing all that magic through himself. 'Destroy,' the word seemed so simple, but the process of destroying was was complicated, so when all the magic went through him, leaving magical burns behind, it seemed to just dissipate against the bricks, white wisps just floating about before fading into the air.

The only thing Harry had to show for all that effort was burns beneath his epidermis, glowing and painful. He'd done something, but nothing right.

This thought made that anger begin to return, but it was quickly subsided by the pain that Harry was now facing from his burst of magic. Whatever he had done, he hadn't done correctly.

Harry stepped back dropped to a seat on the ground. What did he do? Why was his arm now covered in magical burns. He felt so exhausted, he knew that even with a wand he wouldn't be capable of casting a lumos with the power of a lightning-bug.

He knew enough about magic to understand that he'd attempted to cast a spell without a focus, which usually had negative results. There was only a handful of people who were capable of practicing that form of magic. However, nothing anywhere, no book, no lesson from Dumbledore, no piece of advice from a stranger and no mention from Voldemort said he'd barbeque his arm. The luminosity of the magic burns was starting to fade and there was no visible damage on where it had nearly completely faded.

Harry was ripped from his thoughts when there was a loud banging on the door to his cell. Turning his head, Harry saw the face of the Warden for his prison. Voldemort was looking at him with as much curiosity as his lizard-like features could provide.

"How did you give yourself magical burns Potter?" the Dark Lord hissed. There was no incantation, or wand movement to telegraph the door flying off its hinges and slamming into the opposite wall, missing Harry by a millimeter as it flew past.

Harry stood up, ignoring whatever pain was in his arms and squared himself against Voldemort. "You come into my room and not expect me to throw hands you raggedy bastard." Harry snapped, proceeding to spit at the man's feet.

Voldemort cackled before flicking his wand to the right, sending harry into the respective wall. With another flick downwards, Harry was sprawled across the ground, a rib most definitely broken from the force.

"Crucio" Voldemort said, boredom in his voice. "You think I care for fighting like some filthy muggle?" The Dark Lord began to pace the length of the room. "You are nothing but an insignificant ant, that some prophecy is keeping alive. This eternity of suffering is only an infant now."

Turning to Harry, Voldemort watched the boy writhe and coil in the pain the curse was inflicting upon him. Such resilience was imbecilic. "You will tell me now Potter, why are there magic burns on your arm?"

Voldemort moved his eyes to the arm in question, only to see that whatever burns were there had faded. Even more furious, Voldemort removed the Cruciatis and placed Harry under an immobilization charm.

Harry had the absolute gall to just smirk at the Dark Lord. "Go fuck all kinds of duck you bald bastard." In a flash of unconstrained fury, Voldemort began flicking his wand in a flurry, Harry's frozen body flinging from wall to wall, enough force with each impact to break bone and chip brick. This continued non-stop until Voldemort began to grow bored of treating Harry like he was some little boy's toy. He performed one final flick towards the ground, Harry's limp body hit with a meaty thwack. Now, no longer under any immobilizing spells, Harry fought every bit of pain and pushed himself to his feet. Spitting out a tooth and a mouthful of blood Harry continued to smirk at the dark wizard before him. "Ready to fight like men or are we done here?"

Voldemort scoffed and stepped out, leaving behind a plate of what looked like pig vomit. Slamming the door shut behind him. "You'll learn proper respect one of these days Potter"

When Harry heard the footsteps of Voldemort fade he allowed himself to embrace the pain and fall unconscious. Forming a lump of skin, bones, rags, and blood.

ACT II: Blood and Rocks

Harry flexed the fingers in his hand. His broken ribs had taken weeks to heal and he was short 3 teeth from his visit from Voldemort. Something had been discovered, and he had began to practice.

A couple of revelations had been made during his recovery. He had a focus and the Dementors were losing their potency as he began to grow accustomed to their negative influence. Surprisingly, Occlumency had a major influence in how the dementors affected him.

Being trapped in his mind with nothing but the memories of his mistakes had a remarkable effect on his learning. He had nothing to do before but suffer, and now that he felt like he could only benefit, suffering and fear pressed by dementors were growing on him.

He was responsible for the deaths of everyone around him. It was all his fault, and he had to live with the consequences of his actions. The only one that could put a stop to the suffering of the world was him.

His wandless magic was also improving. After the first incident, Harry had began to be careful regarding pushing raw magic into his hand. The last thing he needed was another 3 weeks of painful immobilization as he healed all the bones and ligaments torn and broken from Voldemorts rage.

Intent wasn't enough for a spell, he needed a plan, focus and precision. Just thinking up and willing a plate to move up wasn't enough. He needed to visualize it's path, push, and will it to follow exactly what he managed. Just imagining 'Blast' and pushing all his magic was not going to blow the cell walls out. Especially one so magically resilient.

That was another revelation. The killing curse bypassed shields, and had a major amount of damage on physical objects. There was something about that spell that simply overpowered shields. Therefore any and all magic was fallible and breakable. No magic spell could be permanent, and no shield unbreakable. Whatever wards and shield were put on these walls were penetrable.

Harry decided to press his luck. Taking to his feet, Harry approached the wall. Tomorrow was visit day, and Harry didn't intend to let himself be tossed like a rag doll again. He was fixing this, now.

He approached the same crack in the wall that he'd initially attempted to blast apart. Taking a deep breath, Harry struck the spot with his palm as he had done before, hand splayed. Pushing every ounce of his magic into his palm, he focused his effort to make it all pool in a spot about the size of a needle tip, dead center of the palm.

"Forward Explosion, Penetration." He thought, an image of the bricks blasting forward in a precision explosion expanding from his hand. Something different happened, Harry felt the magic leave his hand and push into the wall. But for a moment nothing happened.

If one has ever been right at the edge of an explosion, they know you feel the shock first. You don't even begin to process exactly what happened until after the ringing and the shock of being tossed away at a speed a superhuman would only begin to comprehend.

As Harry's vision cleared he began to process the sight before him. His precision blast had punched a hole approximately 10 meters across in front of him. There was smoke and debris still flying through the air into the gray sea before him. The only thing he could hear was a high pitched whine in his ears.

Shaking the disorientating from his head, Harry sprung to his feet and looked out the hole he'd made in the wall. If he approached it right, he'd be perfectly able to descend the rubble quickly and break for the ward lines.

Deciding to act now, and think later. Harry began jumping from brick to brick, descending 40 meters of rubble in only a minute. Once he hit the gravel surrounding the tower he had been held captive in, he wasted no time and ran for the sea.

Behind him he heard a ear-piercing screech. It was honestly a complete shocker that it took them this long to discover he had blown half of Azkaban into the ocean and was currently booking it for the sea.

There was one spot on the Island that was outside of the Ward Lines, and Harry would have not known of it had Sirius not told him. Right on the South side of the Island was a small boulder, remnant magic from a time before history prevented wards from being enacted over it. It was one of the ministries best kept secrets, and now Harry's escape plan.

Black wispy smoke came billowing from the prison and Harry knew instantly it was Voldemort. "Oh you fucker," Harry spat, a quick glance at his arms told him exactly what he had expected to find. Magical burns ran all the way from his shoulders to his fingertips, and these didn't look like they'd fade in a half hour.

The pain was currently being suppressed by adrenaline, but that wasn't going to outlast an engagement with the Dark Lord. "Hey Riddle, we're duking this out like men." Harry called, hoping for a distraction.

The response from Voldemort was only a slight surprise. Harry dodged the green bolt and considered the situation he was in. Voldemort was gonna kill him. Maybe he'd outlived his usefulness to the Dark Lord.

"Filthy Mudblooded rat!" Voldemort screamed. "I'm going to enjoy killing you filth!"

Harry pointed his left, intact, hand at the dark wizard and sent a wandless cutting curse. Completely unexpected, Voldemort dodged at the last second but not without blood being drawn.

Harry took the brief moment of confusion and made a break for the rock. He was lacking a wand, energy, and experience to take on Voldemort right now, he needed out and fast.

A few more spells came his way, all completely nasty in their affect, but nothing hit Harry as he sprinted forward as fast as his boney legs would take him. The distance was closing quick, he only had about 20 meters to go, 3 seconds.

3. Harry felt a stunner land right behind him, how he knew it was a stunner he had no Idea, but he didn't have time to think, his life was on the line.

2. Something hit his bad arm, good thing it was numb, but it felt off?

1. He couldn't breath, what was going on, is he, Choking?

His mind was swimming with confusion as he slowly turned around. His head free falling towards the rock. Understanding arriving too late. His eyes were now chest level and looking at his body falling forward, and his head tumbling through the air. With a thump, blood and his head collided with the ancient stone. In a flash of gold, Harry's world collapsed around him.