Beautifully Deranged

Beautifully Deranged

Chapter 5

Six months. It’s been nearly six bloody months since he went to hell. Well, the hell known as Azkaban anyway. But, it could be worse.

Harry glanced at his sleeping cell mate and pondered.

Did you know that chocolate wasn’t the only thing that stops the effects of a dementor? Of course, they wouldn’t teach the other method in a school full of children. To have students practice shagging each other on desks isn’t exactly what a school would teach. Passing around chocolate was a much more…appropriate way to lessen the effects of a dementor. Harry didn’t have the luxury of eating anything other than a bowl of gruel, asking for a bar of chocolate would most likely get him hexed, or have the added affect of the guards placing more dementors near his cell. No, having Fenrir shag him three or four times a day was an easier way. Fenrir was always up for another go.

To say the guards were surprised to find him alive after that first transformation was an understatement. The two guards came to the cell expecting blood and gore everywhere, but instead found him snuggled up to Fenrir, perfectly intact, not so much as a werewolf bite marking him. Month after month the same proceedings happened. The werewolf didn’t even attempt to bite him! He just laid with him, which was very odd. Werewolves were known for their violence and tempers. They were unforgiving and would rip any human to shreds given the chance. But for some odd reason, Fenrir didn’t do anything of the sort.

But Harry knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

If he asked Fenrir about the wolf’s strange behavior Fenrir might become violent. Maybe the wolf just reacted to Fenrir’s wants. He didn’t want Harry dead, so neither did the werewolf. But if that were true, did that mean that Fenrir had some semblance of control while in his werewolf form? Was that even possible? Maybe he was reading to much into this. Maybe the wolf just didn’t want to bite Harry yet. Maybe he smelled to bad or was too thin to eat.

But today was Christmas. His first Christmas in Azkaban. The first of many more to come.

Or so he thought.

Fenrir’s head snapped up at seemingly nothing. He looked around as if he was confused about something.

“What is it?” Harry asked. Quite confused at the older man’s behavior.

“Something’s happening.” He said in a whisper. How he knew something was happening, Harry did not know. Perhaps it was something with werewolf senses. He could hear things from far off. He was an animal. They have always had some kind of sixth sense. They just knew things before everyone else.

That is when Harry felt the castle shake and a huge crash was heard.

Harry then heard his neighbor, Bellatrix, screaming.

“HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE! MY MASTER HAS COME FOR ME!” Her insane shrieking and laughter could be heard all over, riling up the rest of the insane prisoners.

Harry had always hated her. In fact, they could often be found screaming obscenities at each other. There was just something about her that rubbed him the wrong way.

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Harry screamed at her, before continuing in a softer voice, “I grow bored of your useless drabble.”

Bella merely laughed at this. Harry couldn’t see what she looked like, her being in the cell on the right of him, not being able to see through a brick wall. But he could hear her just fine through the bars in the front.

“Awe…hehe….is pwoor wittle baby Potter scawred! My Master is going to kill you, you know. He will string you up with your own intestines while your still alive! He will have you begging for death, and he will only give it to you when you‘re to insane to know your still living.” Bella continued to taunt him.

Yup, there was just SOMETHING about her that rubbed him the wrong way. Harry was just about to retort when Fenrir stopped him.

“Hush, Pup. He’s here.” Fenrir said quietly while moving closer to the bars to try and peer down the hallway. The dementors all seemed to have vanished from their cell block and everyone suddenly grew quiet, as if they knew what was going on.

That’s when they heard the sounds of boots, and a few terrified whimpers from around the corner.

“Give me the keysss.” They heard a loud hissing voice say. Some more terrified whimpers were heard before a flash of green was seen. The whimpers had stopped.

The sound of boots hitting stone resumed again, followed by other footsteps before a tall figure completely cloaked in black was seen. About 15 other black cloaked figures followed the tall one. Harry knew it was Voldemort. The only thing seen under the black cloak of the tall figure was the reptilian glowing red eyes. Voldemort stopped to unlock each cell individually. Praising some of his Death Eaters for standing strong, even in Azkaban, and crucioing a few others for their loud mouths causing others to be imprisoned or suspected.

Eventually he arrived at the last cell. Theirs. Bella was of course still trying to kiss the hem of Voldemort’s robes. Thanking him furiously for saving her. Voldemort didn’t bat an eye. He was used to such behavior.

“Well, what do we have here?” Voldemort said. Harry looked him in the eye, not saying a word. “Where are your friends now, Potter? You’ve been in here nearly half a year, and yet your friends aren’t trying to get you out. Aren’t begging for your freedom. Surely, the noble Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry wouldn’t leave his most prized student to rot away in Azkaban. But I do not see the esteemed Headmaster here. In fact, I recall him helping Minister Fudge against your case. He actually said that it was impossible for me to be alive.” Voldemort laughed here.

“He underestimated me. He always had. He ignored the warning signs. They all did. People have been disappearing, the dark mark showing up in random places, and yet they ignore me.” Voldemort was speaking to everyone at this point. “Fools the lot of them. They all live in their delusional world, thinking that they had conquered me. Blaming all the recent deaths and disappearances on stray Death Eaters and pure coincidences. They chose to ignore all the warning signs.” He turned back to talk to Harry. “They chose to ignore you. The very person who was responsible for my downfall. The very person who has protected them time after time, without so much as a thank you.”

He walked closer to the cell at this point. “You stopped me from getting the sorcerer’s stone when you were 11 and you saved the Weasley girl at 12. And did you ever get a thank you? Did the Weasley’s ever repay their debt to you? Or how about that mudblood girl? Did she ever thank you for rescuing her from that troll I set out in your first year? She wouldn’t be living if you hadn’t went to rescue her from that bathroom stall.”

Harry remembered all these instances. No one else seemed to remember them. Everyone just expected him to save the day, and then keep quiet about it. Like any hero would. None of his accomplishments were ever spoken about or written in the Daily Prophet. Only his failures were spread around. Everyone was so very quick to judge him on everything. He was a parselmouth so he must have sent the basilisk to kill students. He was the youngest champion, so he obviously put his name in that goblet somehow, someway. He was there when so Cedric was murdered, so he obviously killed him.

‘It’s not like the wizarding world has truth serum around,’ Harry thought sarcastically.

Voldemort must have picked up on Harry’s dark thoughts because he laughed.

“They may have taken you for granted, Harry Potter, but I will not.” His red eyes pierced Harry’s own. “You are magically strong. You may be young, and not trained to your fullest, but I can help you there. They used you when they needed you, but you were thrown away without a thought. I can give you everything. Knowledge. Power. Training.” He looked at Harry again and quirked a hairless eyebrow.

“Revenge.”

Harry’s head snapped up at that last one, and he looked Voldemort in the eyes. Wanting to see if he was sincere.

“I will use you, but you will be rewarded and punished accordingly. You will not be forgotten.” Voldemort persuaded.

Harry thought about the offer. Voldemort murdered his parents, could he really join him? He was the whole reason he was in here. If he hadn’t killed Cedric and kidnapped him, he wouldn’t have been blamed for murder. If Voldemort wouldn’t have killed his parents, and tried to kill him, he could have been a normal teenager.

Then again, was it really Voldemort’s fault? War is war, it was bound to happen eventually. There are always casualties in war. His parents weren’t the only ones targeted. How many people from the light had killed members of a dark family, even if there wasn’t a battle going on? Yes Voldemort’s men kidnapped him, but Voldemort wanted his body back. If Harry was in the same position, he may have done the same thing. It wasn’t Voldemort’s fault he was in here. The man didn’t frame him. It was the ministry’s fault, along with Dumbledore’s.

They should have investigated Cedric’s death. They should have given him a fair trial. Of course, it went further then that. This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if Dumbledore and the ministry had investigated the whole goblet of fire fiasco. He obviously didn’t put his name in the goblet. It was impossible with all the wards. That means someone had wanted his name in there. But for what purpose. If had just been a joke he shouldn’t have been allowed to compete. It would have been a cruel joke, a joke that could have resulted in his death. He didn’t know all the spells the older students did, so he had a major disadvantage.

Why did they let him compete? Why?

Then the answer hit Harry like a ton of bricks.

They wanted to be rid of him. If Harry Potter died, the ministry wouldn’t have to worry about him in the future. If Harry Potter was gone, then maybe all the odd things that had been happening at Hogwarts while he attended would go away. They had never had so much trouble with just one student before, if they just got rid of him maybe all the weird occurrences in Hogwarts would just go away.

Voldemort was speaking again. “Join me, Harry Potter, or die in this cell.”

If that wasn’t a convincing argument, Harry didn’t know what was. Harry looked to Fenrir to see what he thought of this situation.

Fenrir shook his head.

“No, Pup. It’s your choice.”

‘Well that was helpful.’ Harry thought.

Fenrir, of course wouldn’t mind the boy coming along. He was so very pretty and willing. But if his Lord wanted him dead Fenrir could always find a replacement or two. It would be hard though. No one had ever been willing. Not until now.

Harry looked back at Voldemort and nodded.

“I’ll join you.”

Voldemort smirked and opened the cell.

His minions all followed him as they fled Azkaban, all heading to Slytherin Castle.

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(12 Grimmauld place. December 26th. 10 A.M.)

Everyone was talking frantically around the table. This was the very first Order of the Phoenix meeting in over a decade. They all wondered what was going on.

“Albus what is the meaning of this?” Stugis Podmore asked loudly.

Everyone quieted as Dumbledore raised his hands.

“My friends, I’m afraid I have grave news.”

Everyone eyed the Headmaster wearily before taking seats.

“Kingsley, why don’t you tell them what you told me earlier. You know more of the details than I do.” Albus said while taking a seat.

Kingsley Shacklebolt rose to his feet and addressed the confused group.

“Last night at 11 P.M. the wards on Azkaban prison went off, alerting the ministry. When I arrived on the scene the ground wall had a hole blown threw it. Nothing seemed amiss until we reached level 5, the high security block. That is where the Death Eaters are held.” He stopped as he heard a mutual gasp come from everyone.

“When we arrived there we found Dan Pettlecorn dead in his office, his keys missing. We found Ed Nobresky hidden in the office closet. He was alive and unharmed. The Death Eaters did not know anyone else was on duty.”

Elphias Doge gaped at this. “Death Eaters? Are you sure?”

Kingsley nodded.

“They killed Pettlecorn and took his cell keys. Nobresky says it wasn’t just Death Eaters though.” He paused as if giving himself courage. “He says Vol-You-Know-Who was with them.”

Pandemonium spread through the room like wild fire.

“That can’t be true!”

“What does he mean You-Know-Who was with them?”

“He’s lost his marbles!”

The Headmaster had to quiet them all again.

“Go on, Kingsley.” Dumbledore said.

“He said a snake like man who they called Master and their Lord was with them. He was the one who killed Pettlecorn.” He sighed. “Anyway, Nobresky watched as he released all the Death Eaters in the high security cells including Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rebastan Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Fenrir Greyback…” He mentioned all the freed Death Eaters until he got to one last name. He stopped again, closing his eyes. “And Harry Potter.”

Everyone just stared at him in shock.

Sirius spoke up, his voice quivering. “What do you mean, Harry Potter? I thought you said everything was fine up until you got to the high security cells.”

Kingsley shut his eyes again. “I did.”

“H-He was in the high security cells? Why was he there? He wasn’t a Death Eater. He only killed one person. He was still just a boy, why was he put there?” Sirius whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t want Harry to be in that cell block. Sure he murdered someone and he deserved punishment, but high security was a little too far for just a 14 year old boy.

“The guards on duty thought it appropriate.” Was all Kingsley said.

Dumbledore stood up at this time. “Nobresky gave us pensieve memories. It seems that he was able to watch what happened while still staying hidden.”

Dumbledore placed a large pensieve on the desk. “Alright everyone. Gather round.” Everyone huddled toward the pensieve and they were immediately pulled in.

They watched as Pettlecorn drew his wand out and told Ed to stay hidden, in case something happened he would still be able to alert the ministry. They watched as the brave man was killed as Nobresky stayed hidden. They followed Norbresky as he walked quietly down the hall a far distance from the Death Eaters and watched as he saw the Death Eaters being released. That is when they came upon Harry’s cell…but he wasn’t alone.

Remus gasped and turned angrily toward Kingsley. “Greyback. They put him in there with Fenrir Greyback!” Remus shouted at him. Kingsley merely nodded.

“Why did they do that? Don’t they know what he is? What he does to children?” To say Remus was shocked was an understatement. He was turned by Fenrir when he was very young, and although the monster never did anything to him he knew what he did to others.

“The guards on duty thought it appropriate.” Kingsley said again.

“Appropriate! You put my baby in there with a werewolf.” Molly Weasley shrieked. Even though she thought Harry was a murderer, he was still her surrogate son. He was such a sweet boy, she didn’t know where she went wrong.

Remus glared at her. “There are far worse things he could do then turn him into a werewolf!” He said. No one had caught onto his meaning yet.

“Everyone be quiet! I want to know what he is saying.” Sirius said. Voldemort was speaking to his godson, he wanted to know why.

Everyone stared in horror as Harry agreed to join the madman.

“Why would he join him? Why?” Molly sobbed.

It was then everyone noticed Harry’s state of undress and unhealthy appearance as he stood up to leave the cell. Every rib and vertebrae could be clearly scene. His body was a pasty white and his shoulder length hair was matted with grease, dirt, and who knew what else. His eyes glowed in the darkness, and the dark bags under his eyes contrasted greatly with his pale complexion, showing how little sleep he got while in prison. Though his body was covered with all sorts of dirt, no one missed the bite marks of human teeth all over his neck and chest. Nor did they miss the bruises and the long fingernail gouge marks on his hips, as if gripped way to roughly. They noticed his thighs seemed to be covered in a mixture of dirt, blood, and a white substance that everyone knew too clear what it was.

They watched as one of the unnamed Death Eaters watched the unhealthy, but beautiful boy in hunger. Fenrir noticed too and tore off the offenders cloak and wrapped it around the 15 year old. He then wrapped a very possessive hand around his Harry’s waist and followed their Lord out of the building.

Everyone was soon once again in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, mouths agape in horror.

“No. Not my godson. No.” Sirius was in denial.

“Wait a minute. If You-Know-Who is alive, then Harry was telling the truth.” Arthur said in a moment in clarity.

They all finally realized why Harry said yes to Voldemort after he stated he could give him revenge.

They had put an innocent 14 year old into a prison where he would see his worst memories over and over again. He was then put into a cell with a Death Eater. Murderer. Werewolf. Rapist, and left to rot, only to be saved by his parents murderer.

“Shit.” Tonks summed it up for everyone. They were in some serious trouble.


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There you go little ducklings!!! Now some action can begin. Harry can go and get his lovely revenge. Back out now if you don’t like torture.

And as I said last chapter, I will now put up two small clips for two stories I will eventually write. Vote only once. The story with the winning votes will be the one I write next.

Asylum: HP/SS.

“He’s been here for eight years now. No visitors. No cards. No nothing. He really is a good boy…most of the time.” The doctor said rather sadly. The others looked at each other. Eight years? Was that why they couldn’t find him? Because he was in this place? This asylum?

“But, why is he here? Shouldn’t he be with his relatives?” McGonagall asked, still confused about the situation.

The doctor sighed. “You must understand. When he was brought in he was in really bad shape. He had 4 cracked ribs, a broken jaw, nose, and hand. He was covered in cuts and bruises. The word ‘freak’ was burned into his lower back. I guess the abuse had been going on for quite some time and he finally just snapped. One day while his relatives were sleeping, he snuck into their bedroom and grabbed his uncle’s shotgun from the closet. I heard it was a really gruesome scene by the time the police got there.”

And this is the other story.

Sideshow: HP/RL

“Yes, he is here. But we all call him Hannibal. They actually named that guy from that one movie after him. You know the one. What was it?” The worker asked.

“The Silence of the Lambs. You know Hannibal Lector. Hannibal the cannibal. They got the name from our Hannibal here.”

Everyone looked at the thought. Hannibal the cannibal? Why would Harry be nicknamed that?

“Yeah, he’s been here forever. They even gave the circus some money to use the name. Though, I don’t think he has actually ate a human, or at least he’s never been given the chance to.” The other said.

They all entered a dimly lit room that had a horrible stench within. It smelled of death.

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