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"I didn't kill Sirius, Bellatrix did! And you all saw it!"
Harry was angry, no, he was livid. They're convicting him of the murder of his Godfather, Sirius Black.
"Oh, we know my dear boy, but the Ministry doesn't." There was that stupid eye twinkle of his.
"You can't do that! They won't believe you."
"Oh, but they will, after all. You'll be so insane, that you'll admit to it all."
"No, I won't." He was confused on that last bit. "Why are you doing this anyways."
"I'm doing this because you have been trying to get away. And I can't have that, not my prized weapon."
" I'm not a weapon !"
"Oh but yes you are, now, be a good little weapon and obey."
Harry didn't know what spell Dumbasadoor used. But everything went black and fuzzy.
When he seemingly finally woke up. They just declared him insane and the murderer of Sirius Black.
"Wha-"
"Come Potter ." Some Auror spat his name.
"I didn't." He was at a loss for words.
"Of course you didn't. You just confirmed that you did."
They soon dragged him away. He felt that horrible pull in his naval. Once he realized that they apparated, he was already being dragged up to Azkaban.
He tried to struggle, but they tightened their grip and hit him on the back of the head, leaving him dazed.
"Stop trying, this is your home now."
"No." His voice came out quiet, refusing to consider this even close to being home.
They made it to the top and through him into a cell. "Have fun rotting in hell." And they walked away.
Harry looked around in defeat.
"I didn't do it though."
His anger came back to him, causing him to stand up and punch the wall, hard . There was a painful crack .
Harry pulled his hand back, cursing quite severely under his breath. He leaned against the wall as he cradled his injured hand.
Tears started to fall from his eyes. "All a bunch of fucking liers and manipulators." He slid down the wall.
And he stayed there, unmoving, for hours. Until the Dementors finally came by. He stared at it. It stared back.
"What, are you not going to do anything." His voice hoarse from crying for hours.
It came in. But stopped in front of him. Instead of trying to take his soul. It brought its hand out and touched.
He shivered, it was so cold. It retracted its hand before floating away.
As soon as it was gone, he sucked in a breath of air. He didn't know what happened, but he hated it.
Slowly that was what everyday became like. No one came by his cell. He was the only one in this section.
* meanwhile, London *
"So the boy-who-lived. Blamed for his own Godfather's death," Voldemort rasped out.
The Death Eaters around him looked at the Headline. All confused why he was being blamed. Bellatrix had clearly killed him.
"Sounds like they didn't need him anymore, My Lord," Severus spoke up.
"Do tell."
"He was apparently being more independent, less like a weapon ."
Voldemort let out a hiss like laugh. "They threw away their only chance."
"It does make me wonder, My Lord, doesn't he have Black blood," Lucius spoke up.
That one question made everyone freeze. It was true, Harry Potter's Grandmother was a Black. They all soon began to laugh.
"He'll go insane."
"The Black's insanity is quite known."
"Lets see how this plays out. Especially once they realize his heritage."
* Back to Harry *
All he had was himself, his thoughts, and the Dementors. No one even came to feed him. Dementors brought him water, but that was it.
He began to mumble to himself. Wishing he could have someone else answer.
"Why am I here…they technically threw an Ancient and Noble house in here without thinking…hehe, good thing I told the Goblins to lock my vault…" he kept mumbling along the lines of how he will get out.
He felt the cold chill of the Dementors. He glanced up, seeing two come into his cell. He tilted his head at that.
"What? Gonna finally kill me?"
They both come up to him. Both reaching out and tapping his head.
He grunts in pain. Why was it hurting? It usually left him cold, not hurt.
The pain seemed to increase, and they were not moving away. The pain increased, his nerves seemed to be on fire. His head was pounding.
Finally. He let out a blood curdling scream.
The Dementors pulled away after, and left. He was left spasming on the ground.
He curled in onto himself. Silent tears streaming down his face as he stared blankly at the wall. He would twitch every once and awhile.
For days he stayed like that. Just staring ahead. Never moving, besides a light twitch.
The Dementors came back. Leaving him in this same state. Soon they were coming twice a day instead of once every other day.
*two months later *
How long had it been, a week, a month. He didn't know and he didn't care.
He sat in the corner of his cell, nothing but skin and bones. The only thing keeping him alive was his magic. He had been starved, not that he wasn't used to it. The Dursleys were one of the worst kinds of muggles really.
He heard someone being dragged. Towards his area too.
"Come on, get in there." The Auror shoved someone into the cell across from him.
The two Auror's smiled at whoever they threw into the other cell. Before one tensed.
"Isn't this the area that traitor is in?"
"Yeah."
They both turned towards his cell.
"Is that him in the corner?"
"Has to be, he's been the only one in this section."
"Has…anyone been feeding him?"
"I don't know, but that's not our problem, let's get out of here."
They both soon left. Allowing Harry to see who they brought in.
' Bellatrix Lestrange, she got caught again huh. '
"Who's over there. Who's the little Itty bitty baby." She began to cackle.
But she felt the air chill. She watched two Dementors come down the hall and into the cell opposite of hers.
"No," she heard a quiet whimper.
Harry let out a pained yelp as they touched his head again. Pain flared through his body.
He let out a strangled cry. Again his nerves were on fire. And his head was throbbing.
Finally they stopped. He curled in on himself in the corner.
The Dementors moved away. Not even stopping at Bellatrix.
She was shocked. "Hey, kid."
Harry looked towards her. She didn't know it was him.
He got up, twitching and flinching horribly everytime he moved. He slowly comes to the light.
Bellatrix took in a sharp intake of air. " Potter? "