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Got this bunny from Slug over at CaerAzkaban...
"I was driving home when this evil little bunny struck.
Well here it is: 5th year with the dementor attack Harry gets sent to Azkaban due to Dumbledork thinking his "weapon" isnt sharp enough while Hermione gets sent for some other trumped up charges. While being sent there Harry is cursed to have the ashes of all of his prized posesions like his firebolt and his album grafted to his skin. When he is there chains are seared to his wrists as well. Hermione on the other hand gets a "Ridik" type transformation. Enter a goblin type perdiction or myth about chained monsters and shadow fiends and then run with it. Its kind of a god of war and the cronicles of Ridik xover with Harry. make it Harry/Hermione/(more?) and you can pretty much bash anyone you want. If someone can run with this Id be very very happy and thanks."

At first glance, I agreed with Ethan, that this bunny sounded a little wacky. Then I saw the explanation about the God of War stuff. I really should be working on The Unmentionables, but the crack keeps coming.

Here's my spin on the idea.

In the slightly modified words of Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Heroes (which I also don't own):

"I own nothing, I make nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing! Nothing!"
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DFCPV 6

Summer before fifth year.

Harry was chained like some rabid beast in front of the entire Wizengamot. He had merely attempted to defend his cousin and a visiting Hermione from a supposedly Rogue Dementor.

Unfortunately, his Patronus had not been able to protect all three of them. Dudley had been kissed by a second Dementor while Prongs protected Hermione. Prongs had destroyed the first Dementor, but both Harry and Hermione had actually seen the kiss happen to Dudley.

While the kiss sounded painless, both teens had seen firsthand just how horrific a fate the kiss was.

Dudley's soul had literally been torn from his body screaming and desperately fighting. It frantically scrabbled and futilely fought to return to its body, trying to escape damnation while emitting a desperate keening wail. They had both watched in abject horror as the Dementors' scaly and pale, diseased arms had risen and proceeded to flay chunks off of Dudley's soul before consuming them. The wail had become an ungodly shrieking howl that had quickly been joined by Hermione's own screams.

While traumatic to Harry, he had dealt with the macabre and horrifying before. Hermione had heard the stories from Harry, but first hand experience was far more than the poor girl could take. She was far braver than most, and had been a source of strength to Harry when he chased off the Dementors that fateful night by the lake.

Seeing Dudley's soul being violently torn apart was quite simply more than any normal person could be expected to take. Hermione had suffered a traumatic break with reality. She had not stop screaming until the medwitches at St Mungos had finally resorted to giving her a slightly altered Draught of Living Death.

Poor Hermione would just sit there rocking back and forth muttering and occasionally shrieking words.

"NO! Help! Harry, don't let them take Dudley's soul! We'll all die! Stop it!" was what Hermione had screamed initially over and over.

Between the break with reality, and the near overdose of calming draughts, it had become twisted and corrupted. She would now shout nonsense, or the phrase that had been considered the damning piece of evidence.

Hermione's raspy screams of "NO! Don't Stop Harry! Let's take Dudley's soul! We'll help them all die!" had been what had finally led to her being dosed with the modified Draught of Living Death.

It had originally been written off by the attending Head Medwitch as severe mental trauma. Unfortunately, it had been heard by one of the darker leaning Purebloods working in Saint Mungos who had ties to the Death Eaters. He had made a pensieve memory of her screams, and it had quickly been given to Lucius Malfoy. He had gone to Fudge, giving the "proof" of how the mudbloods were actually stealing not only magic, but even the very souls of their own family members. Once this was brought to the attention of the Wizengamot, and fed to the Daily Prophet, bedlam had ensued. Muggles were being attacked in broad daylight, and anything short of the Unforgivables was being ignored by
the Aurors.

The all too fickle public opinion, had rapidly shifted.

Lucius had come forward, admitting to being a Death Eater, and tearfully explaining how Lord Voldemort had come to him with reports of how the dark witch/part succubus, Lily Evans had corrupted the Potter clan. She had seduced poor James Potter, and had started stealing magic from
Purebloods, and corrupting those she could. Lord Voldemort had gone to valiantly stop them.

Unfortunately, Lily Potter had sacrificed first her husband, and then her very own soul in an attempt to trap Lord Voldemort, and make her horrible plans come to fruition. The valiant Lord Voldemort had been overcome by her dark magics and underhanded trap, his body destroyed, and his magics absorbed by the demon spawn Harry Potter.

He then explained how during Potter's attempt to take the magic from Cedric Diggory after killing him, Lord Voldemort had managed to escape the unholy prison he had been trapped in these long years. He had been horribly disfigured, and severely weakened, but he was once more free. He had sworn to defeat the Demon Spawn Potter, but Potter had escaped, once more besmirching the honorable Lord Voldemort's name.

Lord Voldemort had been forced into hiding, but with the truth of the Dark Potter coming out, he had sent his faithful friend to spread the rest of the story.

The sheep of London had taken this all in, and totally believed it.

Their were calls for the extermination of all muggles, and even Half Bloods were beginning to be attacked, when Dumbledore had made an agreement with Fudge. Harry and Hermione would be sent to Azkaban, their wands snapped, and all who knew them would be forced to publicly denounce them with a magically binding vow, or be exiled from Britain.

So now, Harry was chained by the wrists to two large pieces of some magically draining metallic stone. He could literally feel the stones pulling at his magical core. He was still in the tattered rags from that day in the alley two weeks ago, and had been severely beaten untold times while in his holding cell. Luckily, Hermione had been under such scrutiny, nothing had happened to her beyond her heavily
medicated state.

He watched as his wand and everything he owned was thrown into a small pile in front of him. He saw the Weasleys, glaring at him, as Molly shrieked at how she had treated him like her own child. She accused him of corrupting Ginny, and trying to steal her soul in the Chamber of Secrets. Ron had spit in his eye, backhanding Harry viciously before casting a blasting spell at Harry's Firebolt. Ginny was holding his photo album, glaring balefully at Harry. Even the twins seemed shellshocked, and unable to believe ickle Harrikins was such a dark depraved demonspawn. Almost all of the professors were there, McGonagall was still shaking as tears poured down her face. She was the most broken hearted, as she had seen Lily as a surrogate daughter.

Snape was even more pale than usual. He came up to Harry, and looked him in the eyes, stating loudly for all to hear, "I knew your mother was a filthy mudblooded succubus, she tried to seduce me and failed. You have proved your evil, and you are truly her dark spawn."

Finally, the Undersecretary to the Minister, Deloris Umbridge, came forth and pronounced the sentence. Harry watched dully, as his wand was snapped and thrown onto the pile. With a harsh Incendio! all of Harry's earthly belongings, every memento, and the last scraps tying him to his parents were set aflame.

Harry screamed out in anger, trying to put out the fire wandlessly, or to pull the precious items out of the fire. A dull aura started to form around Harry, as the chains leached even more of his power from him. He could feel the chains heating rapidly, as the energies coursed through them to the lodestones they were attached to. He ignored the pain, straining with everything he had to try and save something, anything from the conflagration. The manacles on his wrist cut deeply into his wrists, as blood began to drip from the deepening wounds. Harry merely pushed himself harder, as his magic rebelled against this insult.

Suddenly, the lodestones tore from the ground, as the magic overwhelmed them. He managed to push one hand forward, and screamed out a guttural "Accio"! The chains were now glowing white hot, and his blood was sizzling on the metal as he stretched out his hand.

Unfortunately, Harry did not specify what he was casting the spell at. The entire roaring bonfire flew at Harry, engulfing him in ash and flame. As the the flames swirled around Harry, he gasped as he felt his body absorbing the ashes of his destroyed possessions. The flames burnt off his hair, pitting and searing his tender flesh. The superheated air was drawn into his lungs, severely damaging his throat and vocal
chords. Gasps were heard around the Wizengamot, as the flames slowly died out.

Harry's skin was now a ghastly ash grey, and he was left in little more than a loincloth, dropped to one knee. He was bald, and one could see the abuse he had suffered his whole life, and especially these last two weeks.

Whispers of "Demon!" were heard, as Harry looked up with an angry grimace. His eyes were still killing curse green, but against the ash grey of his skin, they were truly intimidating. He rasped out, "I will have my vengeance on all those who have wronged me and mine!" as he coldly stared at all those surrounding him.

Umbridge shrieked at him,"Begone Demon! You have no power, as all of wizarding kind rejects you! We brand you Heretic, and dark demon spawn with your own mark!" She grabbed a glowing brand from a flaming bowl near the Minister's stand. She rushed forward, thrusting the brand onto the left side of Harry's face.

He was so weakened, he could not even pull away, barely able to even gutturally scream as his flesh sizzled against the brand. Finally, Deloris ripped the brand from Harry's abused flesh.

He had a angry red brand of a stylized thick lightning bolt, covering the left side of his face. His eye had not been lost, but he would have to tear apart his eyelid to be able to once more see out of his left eye. The brand had literally melted his eyelid shut, and the agony was nearly unbearable.

Aurors came forward to remove the chains from his wrists, and found that they could not. The metal had cut deeply into his skin, and the heat had literally bonded the metal to his skin. Umbridge merely laughed, telling them to take the lodestones with him, and that if he tried to escape, to push him into the icy waters surrounding Azkaban to let him drown.

Harry merely glared, planning on how to extricate both he and Hermione from Azkaban before the Dementors could hurt Hermione further.

Then he would rain the fires of Hell itself upon the Wizarding world and it's foolish sheep.

A/N- I definitely will write more for this, but I have to think more on how I want to handle Hermione. I don't see her as a Riddick character (she'd look funny bald and with glowy eyes), but I am not sure how I want to develop her character. I am leaning towards making her take on the characteristics of the power of a Dementor. Fear, chill, etc not the scaly faceless corpse aspect. The other two thoughts I am leaning toward are DC!Amazon!Hermione, or ChainMailBikiniValkyrie!Hermione. All three have their appeal, but will drastically affect the storyline, so it's not just which outfit will Hermione look the hottest in. So please review, and let me know if you have any thoughts as to a title, or which way I should take this. After I get a few reviews, I will post a poll with the top choices.

Not everyone abandoned Harry, but this will definitely be a dark, revenge fic.