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Harry sighs as he stretches then shivers slightly. He chuckles mentally, he should be used to being cold after five years of it. The boy who lived looked out the small, bared window and noticed that it was about a hour before he usually woke up but only took a second more for his ears to wake up properly and hear why he had woken up. Bellatrix was screaming at a guard. Again. Harry sighs. The yelling was useless against a dementor. Sometimes he really pities her. Don't get him wrong, he loves her and she's brilliant but after 19 years locked up in the hell hole called Azkaban, the over exposer to the dementors will have broken something in her mind that will be unfixable no matter what treatment she would theoretically be subjected to.
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Half a hour later, Harry was chained to a metal chair having whatever rotten sewerage mixed with shit tasting crap for breakfast, next to Bellatrix and across from Sirius, half listening to her ranting about how great the Dark Lord is and making silent jokes to Siri about her. He swears to Merlin, she's living, breathing propaganda.
As you have probably conducted by now, dear reader our lovely light savior has rotted away in Azkaban for five years. How did this happen? What about Dumbledore, won't he do something? When are my dino nuggies ready?
Well for the last one, I don't know and fuck you now I'm craving dino nuggies, BUT I can answer the other two in a flash back. Cue the harp noises.
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Harry struggled as he was dragged away to Azkaban. He couldn't believe this. He thought that the Headmaster and his friends would help him out, would believe he didn't kill Cedric, would believe that the Dark Lord is back. Dumbledore was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. Surely he could get Harry a real trial with proper evidence! Thinking about it, he could have gotten Sirius a trial. Hell, he cast the Fidelius Charm. If anybody knew who the Secret Keeper was, it'd be Dumbledore. While he was being registered in Azkaban, Harry uses the opportunity to think over every 'adventure' he's had over the years. They could have all been prevented if Dumbledore used the castle wards or if Ron and Hermione gave him access to the information he needed at the time.
Harry scoffed as he was being lead up to his cell (which earned him a slap in the face). He wanted to punch himself for not seeing it sooner. He genuinely thought that they were his 'friends'? That 'they were looking out for him'? The more he thinks about it the less likely it seems that Dumbledore wants him to survive.
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It took three weeks of boredom and mild abuse till Bellatrix LeStrange struts up to him. This will be interesting.
"Aww, look at this one. It's so tiny." The witch practically squeaks. Harry rolls his eyes in response.
"Hardly my fault." Harry replies coolly. Bellatrix makes a small questioning hum.
"Malnourished." He replies with one word. Bellatrix makes a noise of understanding and doesn't pry any further. She knows that it's a sensitive topic from conversing with Severus and Barty. Even her Lord.
"Sooooo, what are you in here for?" She asks, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence.
"Framed."
"So, what are you 'in here for'?" She uses air quotations and it takes Harry a moment to realise she's asking what he was framed with.
"Murder." Harry replies simply. A strong wind from outside blows through the bared windows flipping Harry's fringe up, putting his scar on full display. Bellatrix gasps and moves away from the boy as if she had been electrocuted.
"You're the Potter boy." She states. Harry opens his mouth to reply but Bellatrix had already fled.
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At dinner Bellatrix came over and dragged Harry over to a table of men.
"Harrykins, this is my husband Rodolphus, his twin Rabastan, Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Torquil Travers and Wulfric Mulciber. Boys, this is Harrykins."
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Two years later Harry was sat on the ground in the high security common area, laughing with the rest of the convicted Death Eaters as Rod and Stan were having a small wrestling competition. Everyone shut up though at the instant extreme cold, announcing the arrival of demontors, but this time they were carrying a thin man with greasy, black hair. The guards threw him on the floor unceremoniously and glide away. When the man looked up, Harry ran over to help the man as he cries out,
"Sirius!"
"Hey Pup." Sirius replied softly, "Question, why the actual FUCK ARE YOU IN AZKABAN?!" He starts to freak out when he sees the company his son-in-all-but-blood was around. In this time, Bellatrix had stood up and lunged at Sirius, not to attack him like the man was expecting but to wrap him up in a hug as she starts wailing how sorry she was to the shocked and now very confused man. It took about half an hour of cuddling from his family and explanations from everyone present for Sirius to come to terms about his dark affinity, join the line to kill Dumbledore and become inseparable to his family.