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The doors of Azkaban slam open and short, stout looking man in black robes with a green bowler twirling between his hands walks in accompanied by two large hard looking men. A feeling of dread and coldness seemingly takes over their minds despite the protective amulets that are dangling above their robes. The men stride forward at a quick pace looking as though they want to get their business done and leave. Which in hindsight is probably true.

They walk past the minimum security cells first, skinny, gaunt men and women with glazed eyes. They continue their trek through mortal hell and go down a narrow set of stairs.. They walk in to the regular security cells and it seems to drop a few more degrees. While they don't have dementors guarding people individually unlike the maximum security cells, there were quite a few patrolling up and down the halls, sucking the life from the convicts. The gentle sound of feet quickly moving across brick draws the attention off all the inmates.

Their gazes follow the healthy looking men until the men descend down yet another narrow staircase. The auror on the left of the minister, Dawlish couldn't help but notice how dead the felons eyes were. As they walked down the last of the seemingly endless steps they reach their desired destination, the maximum security cells.

Both aurors look down at the minister and see that he is pasty white and trembling rather noticeably. While the amulets that they wore may stop you from reliving the past horrors of your life you still feel the other nasty side effects just as much as you would normally. Garnishing the necks of the only non-convicts in Azkaban where the only 3 existing Amulets of Patroni. It is rumoured that Merlin himself encased his patroni in these before he died. They did not affect the dementors in anyway, just blocked them from feeding on the wearer.

Cornelius Fudge was nothing if not proud and seeing his lessers looking down at him he attempted to put on a brave face. Needless to say he failed miserably. As the prisoners eyes are once again drawn to the sounds of footsteps Dawlish noticed that however hollow and dead the other prisoners eyes may appear they all lack the insane glint that comes with having to shit with a dementor watching. As he walks down to the last cell on the left side of the hallway the Minister ponders how exactly he is going to broach this delicate subject with a now doubt insane and volatile young man. Unfortunately he comes up with no better idea than to be upfront with it, something he never thought would happen, before they reach there final destination, CELL 673 HARRY JAMES POTTER OFFENSE: MURDER, USE OF AN UNFORGIVABLE MAJOR TREASON SENTENCE LIFE IN AZKABAN.

Harry Potter looked up from his knees when he heard the footsteps stop in front of his cell. He was met with the sight of the blurry figures. One of the blurs finished unlocking the cell and all three strode in. Harry's cell was 8x8 feet with no bed, just a bucket to shit in while the rest of the space was taken up by the 4 dementors that permanently resided in his space. No, this was it, they were going to give him the kiss he knew it was coming, but he was innocent didn't they know he was innocent.

When the young man looked up at them the ministry personal were surprised to say the least. His eyes, those emerald eyes were as bright as ever, no hollow look to them just an insane glint. Perhaps glint wasn't the best way to describe it, more accurately his eyes shone with unkempt insanity that made the Minister seriously reconsider what he was about to do. No, he thought, this was his last chance to stay in office, if it didn't work out, he was gone, if he didn't do it, he was gone, but if he did it and it succeeded then he would stay in office for many years to come and be remembered as the man who won the war.
He decided to start off strong, "Harry my dear boy" he said in as cheerful as a voice he could muster.

"Dumbledore" Harry croaked out in a dry raspy voice. "Why, why didn't you save me, you always said you had my best interests at heart"
"No no Harry, It's Cornelius Fudge, The Minister of Magic, I have an offer for you. We are" He was interrupted by a snort that Cornelius thought must be because he was offering him a proposal. He was quite wrong. "Fudge" "Cornelius" he said in what the Minister thought was supposed to be a chuckle. What kind of idiot would name someone that"

The Minister was highly upset about that remark , he was rather sensitive about his name and was about to reply when his Guard answered in his defence "Listen here Potter, the Minister is here to offer you a one way ticket out of this hell hole so you better show some respect"

"One way ticket" Harry panicked, no they really were going to have him kissed. "Over my dead body" he replied and tried to get up and run. He had not moved more than a foot in 20 months, needless to say the effort proved to be futile. Crucio. Dawlish yelled before Harry had even got halfway, which was about 6 seconds. Harry flopped to the ground and started thrashing for a moment before the pain stopped. He looked up to see one blur yelling at the other and shaking his fist. Wait, that blur hurt him, he shakily stood up only to have 2 wands on him again. He slowly proceeded over to the blur that had hurt, or he at least thought it was that one. When he was within 4 inches he lifted his knee faster than anyone would have expected right into Cornelius's balls. Nothing like a little shock therapy to get you moving. He attempted to jump on the man but was blasted away and smashed into the wall. He heard a loud sickening CRACK before darkness overtook him.

Harry awoke to the sounds of movements and activity. He decided not to open his eyes yet to see what he could hear. All he heard was more movement. He twitched slightly and felt softness beneath him and warmth above him. There was no softness or warmth in Azkaban. He slowly opened one eye only to be met with a blinding light forcing him to close his eyes again. Okay he thought, I am officially not in Azkaban anymore, seeing as how I can think and all. This time Harry opened his eyes all in one go and quickly blinked several times to adjust his eyes to the light.

He tried to sit up but found that he was restrained, "Fucking ropes" he growled out. He looked to his left to see a healer bustling towards him with a sickly green potion in his hands.

"Oh good your awake, here take this" he said handing the vile concoction over to him.

Fucking healers too he thought after smelling the potion and nearly emptying his stomach lining all over the healer. "You wouldn't perhaps happen to have anything that tastes better than this, when I got locked away, you know in Azkaban, right nasty place that is, but anyway I said if I ever got out the first thing I would eat would be, well I actually I said the Ministers flesh, can that be arranged?"

At the mortified look the healer was giving him he assumed that was no, "Ah well, can't have everything can you? Well if I can't have that I am most definitely not going to have that potion" "How about a nice steak with all the trimmings" He said in a sickly sweet voice, the healer, only to happy to be out of the room with this seemingly insane young man took off like the dickens.

Harry chuckled and observed his surroundings. Clean and white everywhere, Wait a minute Harry thought as comprehension dawned on him for the second time, this time without interruptions to make him lose the train of thought, fucking healers. "I'm not in Azkaban anymore Harry said with a maniac glint in his eye.

Then all of a sudden his mind exploded with questions just as the healer walked back in with a marvellous looking steak balanced on top with a variety of other things, it appeared he didn't want Harry to be angry. Harry looked at the steak mouth salivating and was straining at his bonds to get at it. The healer realised his predicament and told Harry to wait a moment before setting the tray down in front of him and hurrying out of the room.

That was probably a bad move in retrospect as Harry was now wildly thrashing around in his bed try to free himself from his restraints. Harry took a moment to regroup when he realized what they were doing. They were torturing him, they found out what Harry wanted most and put it just out of reach. "Those bastards I'll kill them all" he muttered in a low voice, "And I fell for it too, but still, those bastards"
This was the sight that the healer and his two auror "escorts" saw when they entered the room, Harry quietly brooding and muttering about bastards and their sophisticated torture methods.

"Are you sure we should we should release his bonds, he seems kind of, well crazy to put it bluntly" one of the aurors said to the other.

"We prefer clinically insane thank you very much, and if you don't stop this torture and let me have my damn steak before it gets cold I am going to feed your testicles and feed them to Lenny"

The aurors not knowing or wanting to know who are what Lenny was hustled over to Harry and removed the ropes. As soon as they were gone Harry sprung out of bed, causing the aurors to point there wands at him, and viciously attacked the steak with a fervor that one would see from Bellatrix attacking a small child.

Once finished he turned around and addressed the ministry employees, not bothering to wipe of his face which only added to his insane look and calmly asked "What the fuck is going on"