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May 25th, 1995

Tears streamed down Harry Potter's face as he was thrown into Azkaban. He could still see all that he owned being burned. His wand, his photo album, even his first ever birthday present, Hedwig. All for being blamed for Cedric Diggory's murder, when in truth it was Peter Pettigrew on Voldemort's orders. The Minister of Magic hadn't wanted to hear about that though. So here he was in Azkaban with everyone believing he was a murderer. Even his own house had turned against him along with his so called friends.

Harry tried not to think about their betrayal, but it was useless. Anger boiled away inside him. This lasted for a good few hours until he fell asleep exhausted. When he woke again the sun was shining through the bars of the window. It was a new day in Hell then for it had been nighttime when he had passed out. Since he had nothing better to do he decided to analyze his life starting with why hadn't anyone told him how to get onto the platform? He remembered clearly that Mrs. Weasley had talked loudly about muggles and where the platform was.

Looking back he could now see it was a set up and he had fallen for it, because he was clueless to the wizarding world. He preceded to go through the rest of his time at Hogwarts, remembering in more detail things he should have looked at more closely then. Like the way Ron's eyes sometimes shifted to hateful glances or how Ginny for the past year kept looking at him with a knowing smirk. Even Hermione's bored attitude that he had dismissed as something else. In short he was being played.

He ate the pitiful porridge when it was shoved under the flap. Afterwards he concentrated on meditating. Contrary to popular belief Harry actually loved to read and had read a book on Occulmency. The only reason he didn't excel in his classes was that he was holding himself back out of habit. Since he had nothing but time on his hands now, he decided to try to meditate to get to his mindscape and maybe even find his core.

It took several days, but he managed to his surprise to find his core first. He looked at the beautiful emerald green light that coursed through himself. Upon closer inspection though he could see different chains around his core. All the chains had the same magical signature. Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore. With angry, reckless abandon Harry began melting the chains in quick succession. He came back with a gasp as unbelievable pain rocked through him. He passed out shortly afterwards.

He was in a dark space. Light began to seep in slowly illuminating stone walls. He was in what looked like the chamber of secrets except it was a lot cleaner and the basilisk was gone. It slowly dawned on him that this must be his mindscape. He sorted through all his memories and stored them in different places underneath the stone pillars. He used the entrance that the snake had come out of to put his library. Apparently he remembered every book he had ever read. Which was a lot considering he had read all of the required reading material for all 7 years plus three quarters of library.

It took a month to reread every book and another to perform every spell non verbally in his mindscape. Even though he no longer had a wand in his mind he could do anything. With that in mind he began doing non verbal, wandless magic. It was towards the end of August when two Aurors showed up. They dragged Harry out of the cell and led him outside where Dumbledore and Fudge were waiting along with Sirius and Remus. " Harry, my boy, Peter was caught and at his trial confessed his guilt clearing you and Sirius.", Dumbledore said beaming at him.

Harry's face remained impassive. " I see.", he croaked, not used to using his voice anymore. " Indeed. The Ministry has also stated as such in The Daily Profit and has granted you and Mr. Black monetary compensation.", Fudge added. Harry gave him a cold glare. " So now that Sirius is cleared I can go live with him now since he is my Godfather correct?", Harry asked softly. " Well your relatives would be safer...", Albus began but was cut off by Harry. " I do not consider living in a cupboard under the stairs for ten years, being their personal slave, underfed, and beaten safe at all Headmaster."

Albus glared for a brief second before composing himself. " But of course you can stay with Sirius, my boy. That is what I was going to say before being interrupted. And if I had known you were being abused I would have found somewhere else to put you of course.", he said trying to save himself. " Ah, how rude of me.", Harry snorted. " Well then Padfoot, Moony let us be on our way.", Harry said before more meaningless words were spoken. Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry giving him a quick hug before using apparition with Remus following.

They reappeared inside Gringotts. Sirius had arranged with them beforehand to check Harry out. Harry was immediately led to a ritual room. After the ritual was over and Harry took several potions he felt a little better. " It seems Mr. Potter had several blocks on his magic which he has removed along with his cursed scar.", goblin Sharfang told Sirius and Remus. " What were the blocks for specifically?", Harry asked. " 85% of your magical core was blocked, your metamorphmagus abilities were 97% blocked, multi-animagus 100% blocked, elemental mage 100% blocked, parselmagic 95% blocked, and oh my death magic 100% blocked.", Sharpfang replied.

Authors note: Okay I've been reading on this site since July 2014. I've finally decided to attempt to write my own fanfic. What do you think? Should I continue? Please be gentle and read/review :)