Betrayed
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,805
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Betrayed
Story: Betrayed
Summary: Harry is accused of murder and condemned to Azkban. And even if he dies in that filthy hole, he'll get his revenge on those who backstabbed him. As a specter what remains ofhis spirit leaves Azkaban with the fall of night to torment those who betrayed him.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue
Harry stared vacantly at the wall.
It had, a long time ago, been white, he supposed; but it was now dark brown, almost black in some places, almost yellow in others.
When a prisoner has spent enough time in his cell, staring at the wall, he can see accusing, dreadful faces shouting from the filthy stains on it. Sometimes, the same prisoners are the ones to scream, faces contorted in pain and insanity.
He felt cold.
He shouldn’t be feeling so cold yet; he had at least two hours until the time at which the dementors used to patrol his side of the prison...hadn’t he?
Harry was frozen; it wasn’t the cold of the dementors the one that was eating him away; no, this cold didn’t only soak his bones but it paralized his very soul. This cold didn’t come from the terror-inspiring creatures, but from the proverbial glacial dagger his friends had backstabbed him with.
How could they have believed him capable of committing such a crime?
How could they have abandoned him like that? Testified against him?
How could they condemn him to that gelid hell?
Slowly, painfully slowly, Harry stopped feeling cold.
While he laid numb in his cell’s stone floor, caged inside those four walls, the accusing faces turned from his friends’ and family’s to his, screaming endlessly in despair, and suddenly Harry felt something he never thought he’d feel again.
Heat.
His ire burned inside him, blistering hot. Warming him, giving him his strenght back. Against all those who had betrayed him.
‘Against them all’ howled Harry, his voice surpassing his own cell and the other prisioners’ screams, his lips curved in a feral smirk. Azkaban stayed slient for a moment, as if the prison itself was holding her breath. Not even the most insane prisoners dared to utter a word, as a apprehensive shiver ran through their bodies.
He’d have his revenge, even if it had to be from Azkaban.
There was a reason for which he was condemned.
He was a powerful wizard.
One of the most powerful there had ever been.
They would soon discover why no one should never anger a powerful wizard.
They would soon wish they had never crossed his path.
Summary: Harry is accused of murder and condemned to Azkban. And even if he dies in that filthy hole, he'll get his revenge on those who backstabbed him. As a specter what remains ofhis spirit leaves Azkaban with the fall of night to torment those who betrayed him.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue
Harry stared vacantly at the wall.
It had, a long time ago, been white, he supposed; but it was now dark brown, almost black in some places, almost yellow in others.
When a prisoner has spent enough time in his cell, staring at the wall, he can see accusing, dreadful faces shouting from the filthy stains on it. Sometimes, the same prisoners are the ones to scream, faces contorted in pain and insanity.
He felt cold.
He shouldn’t be feeling so cold yet; he had at least two hours until the time at which the dementors used to patrol his side of the prison...hadn’t he?
Harry was frozen; it wasn’t the cold of the dementors the one that was eating him away; no, this cold didn’t only soak his bones but it paralized his very soul. This cold didn’t come from the terror-inspiring creatures, but from the proverbial glacial dagger his friends had backstabbed him with.
How could they have believed him capable of committing such a crime?
How could they have abandoned him like that? Testified against him?
How could they condemn him to that gelid hell?
Slowly, painfully slowly, Harry stopped feeling cold.
While he laid numb in his cell’s stone floor, caged inside those four walls, the accusing faces turned from his friends’ and family’s to his, screaming endlessly in despair, and suddenly Harry felt something he never thought he’d feel again.
Heat.
His ire burned inside him, blistering hot. Warming him, giving him his strenght back. Against all those who had betrayed him.
‘Against them all’ howled Harry, his voice surpassing his own cell and the other prisioners’ screams, his lips curved in a feral smirk. Azkaban stayed slient for a moment, as if the prison itself was holding her breath. Not even the most insane prisoners dared to utter a word, as a apprehensive shiver ran through their bodies.
He’d have his revenge, even if it had to be from Azkaban.
There was a reason for which he was condemned.
He was a powerful wizard.
One of the most powerful there had ever been.
They would soon discover why no one should never anger a powerful wizard.
They would soon wish they had never crossed his path.