Selfish Desires
Selfish Desires
Title: Selfish Desires, or Why Harry Potter Told Albus Dumbledore To Fuck Off
Author: Missi_Young, missianne
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Summary: Sent to Azkaban after Quirrell\'s death in Sorcerer\'s Stone, Harry Potter get a new family, makes new friends, discovers a new language, and does it all without leaving the prison. What happens when they have no choice but to set him free?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Implied: Bellatrix/Rodolphus, Rabastan/Sirius, others
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Characters: Yes there will be, and I\'m even inventing a few!
Warnings: AU, but I will be using information from the first 5 books (MAYBE book 6, no guarantee), If I think of more I\'ll add them.
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Harry Potter felt the sweep of cold that told him the Dementors were once again on their way. The teen, who was nearing his seventeenth birthday, got his first few flashes of memory. The first two years in Azkaban had been hell, in so many ways, and they were what began this cycle.
Eleven year-old Harry felt himself breaking the surface of sleep, venturing into wakefulness, when he heard his name. Briefly confused-hadn\'t he just been stopping Quirrell from stealing the Stone?-Harry heard his name again and decided to fein sleep to listen.
\"I understand that, Cornelius, but what are we going to tell the students? The Potter boy\'s touch kills? He\'s had physical contact with a good portion of the students here, Cornelius, and only Quirrell died. Why don\'t we just ask Harry what happened, pretend to feel sorry for him? Instead of Azkaban you can put a partial bind on his magic. Then the world will still have it\'s Savior and the boy will still have magic, he just won\'t be able to access most of it.\"
\"No, Albus. This boy needs to be put out of sight.\"
It had gone on from there, and Harry was able to overhear enough to know that this was being done for no good reason. If Voldemort came back they were going to pull him out of prison and somehow, with a first year\'s knowledge of magic, he was supposed to destroy the Dark Lord. Then they were going to \'pardon\' him, press releases proclaiming how the wonderful Minister and Headmaster had used the justice system to turn the boy from the Darkness into the Light.
Hearing the snuffly sounds of his neighbor waking up, Harry smiled. Sirius Black was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Only for the last three years or so, of course.
\"Wakey-Wakey, Black. Lookit here, we\'ve brought an old friend to see ya.\"
The cruel guard, who had already dragged the not-quite-twelve year-old through the damp and cold stone prison by his arm-at a pace the overly small child could never have kept up with-slammed Harry up against the cell door. When he realized that Harry was much to short to be seen through the small portal the man lifted the boy by his arm and smashed his face into the thin bars covering it for a moment-just long enough for the other prisioner to recognize him-before dropping the kid to the ground.
\"Yeah, know him do ya? This is little baby Harry Potter. Your master failed to kill him, and now the kid\'s in here for his own murder. Must make you proud, huh, to know the kid takes after you?\"
Thinking back, it was actually Bellatrix, the witch in the cell across the way, who\'d finally gotten Sirius to wise up. She really was a Death Eater-Harry had heard all about those in the last five years-and she\'d been the one to ask for Harry\'s story his second week in. He\'d ended up retelling it over and over again the next couple of years (just the same as he\'d heard theirs), and it was during one of these retellings that Bella snapped and screamed as Sirius to stop \'...spouting that vile, foul temper of yours all over the boy and listen! This poor boy\'s as guilty of murder as you are, Sirius Black! Goddess alive, cousin, if I hear you scream at him about how disappointed in him his parents would be one more time I\'ll kill you myself, blood kin or no!\'
It hadn\'t taken long after that for Sirius to apply his own circumstances to Harry\'s. He listened-really listened, for the first time-to Harry\'s story and made the same deductions the others had. They\'d begun to talk more after that, Sirius finally telling Harry of their familial connection.
When Harry was thirteen Sirius had told Harry of his plans to escape. He told them all (Harry, Bella, her husband Rudy in the cell to her left, and his brother Stan in the cell to Harry\'s right-Harry couldn\'t remember their full names so they compromised) of his plans to capture and execute the rat.
Everyone agreed with his decision, although Harry\'s was hesitant. When called on it, Harry was forced to admit that he was afraid. Afraid for his Godfather, whom he\'d just begun to get along with, and afraid for himself. Sirius listened to Harry\'s fears and decided that the boy needed him more than he needed revenge. After all, the guards were being brutal.
Bella had begun speaking to Harry on his second day in the prision-he was the only person in their area who didn\'t know Occlumency and therefore couldn\'t shield his emotions. The Dementors would stand outside his door for hours at a time, feasting on his sadness and fear (not happiness, despite popular opinion). It hadn\'t taken long, only a few months, before the boy was proficient in the art and no longer held such a fascination for the creatures. The guards were content, however, because Sirius was still a sorce of torment for the boy. Once Sirius and Harry had begun to get along, they had to find alternate methods. Nothing had worked yet.
First they had placed a Werewolf into Harry\'s cell-Fenrir Greyback was wanted for knowingly spreading Lycanthropy to innocent persons. When the full moon came Greyback transformed and, snarling growls overshadowing the adult prisoner\'s screams, he bit Harry, intending to maul the small boy into a bloody pile.
The moment Harry\'s blood touched Fenrir\'s lips the wolf screamed, shuddered violently, and died.
They couldn\'t charge Harry with anything-the law specifically stated that Greyback was to have been placed into a quarantined cell and not into the cell of a barely teenaged boy.
Just a few months later Brecvanch, a well known and feared Vampire, was caught by Aurors. He was sentenced to death in Azkaban and placed in Harry\'s cell (illegally). When he attempted to feed from the small boy he met a fate similar to the werewolf\'s. The moment Harry\'s blood touched his tongue the Ancient Vampire shuddered once and died.
From there the guards had thrown one thing after another at him-it become a sport, with spectaters betting between Harry and his opponents. They were anything from magical creatures to seriel killers and mass murderers. Harry always came out on top (from that first time to the most recent-the day of his five year anniversary in the prison a month earlier), and the winners had started cutting Harry in-bringing sweets and little bits of extra food for him and his block-mates (Harry insisted he be allowed to share), sometimes books or Prophet\'s, hygeine products that were otherwise unavailable unless a visitor brought them.
The healer (who was in on the action) made the discovery-during his yearly physical-that Harry actually retained the traits of the magical creatures he\'d fought. He had the ability to become any number of mammalian Lycans, three types of Vampire (Ancient, Noble, and Common), Veela (who had killed a stadium full of people in a rage), and a basilisk (it had been blinded before it\'s capture) to name a very few.
While all of this was happening, Bella and her family were teaching Harry Languages (Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Egyptian, Italian, French, Spanish, Portugese, Japanese, and Chinese, not to mention several tribal languages from around the world, as well as \'pureblooding\' his English), and taught him all about every spell they knew between them. They explained politics and religions and traditions, making sure that Harry had everything he needed to be a proper pureblooded gentleman.
In his obligatory visits to his aunt, uncles, and cousin, Draco Malfoy (often with his parents or Godfather Severus in tow) had become a good friend to Harry. The blond knew of his former classmate\'s innocence and, despite what else might be thought, was angry that something like this could happen to someone so good.