The Death of a Hero
They turned on me, everyone that I trusted, and everyone that I cared about.
I have sat in this cell for almost seven years now. No one ever visits me here though, well except for the dementors, and I could do without that.
It is a wonder that they haven't driven me insane yet. With all the death, destruction, and sorrow I have felt, that I still feel, it should be easy for them.
In a place like this there are only two kinds of people, if you can still call us people. Those that are waiting for death, and those that are too insane to realize it. I am unfortunately the latter.
It is too late for me, even if they were to release me today I believe that I would still want it to end.
I had realized from almost the first day that I was thrown in here. Everything I had believed in was a lie. All the friends that I had though, those that I believed would stand beside me until the very end, turned on me.
The one thing that I will never forget, and quite possibly the truest thing that I will ever know came surprisingly from my aunt. "We said we would put an end to this magic business, it's nothing but trouble."
I was too blind to see it at the time, but she was right. Not a day goes by that I don't curse myself for my own stupidity. My Aunt and her family may have mistreated me, but at least they never lied about how they felt about me. With them I always knew that they hated me.
These witches and wizards were different though. At first I felt that this was truly where I belonged, that I could find happiness here.
It is almost funny how I allowed myself to be blinded by them. Time and time again they turned on me, even the ones closest to me. I should have seen it then, I should have run. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I tried to leave then I would have succeeded. After all the Dursley's were still my guardians, and if I didn't want to go back to that accursed school they certainly would not have forced me.
If I ever escape from this hell I really must thank them for what they tried to do, and apologize. This world destroyed my parents, all they had done was to try and save me from the same fate.
As I look back upon the events that brought me here, I came to the conclusion that it was not Voldermort that put me here. It was the rest of them. Voldermort only framed me for crimes against the wizarding world. It they had truly done their jobs they would have realized what was happening and could have easily stopped it.
~***~
"The battle has been raging for Seven years now, wizards on both sides were being killed by the hundreds, and it was becoming even harder to hide it from the muggles. It was never this bad when Harry was around. We had hope then, but it was torn away from us the day Harry Potter turned," Ron Weasley thought angrily.
Hogwarts was the only place safe from the death eaters now. It had stopped being a school long ago. It was now Britain's last strong hold against the coming darkness. They had no allies to speak of. The other wizarding countries had long since cut their ties with them.
They clamed that Britain had become too corrupt, that it no longer cared about justice. It had become no secret that it was common occurrence to sentence prisoner without trail, or the right to defend themselves.
As Ron gazed around the room he was reminded of how much things had changed since he grew up in the castle.
He, Albus, Snape, Hermione, Minerva, Hagrid, Fudge, Remus, and Sirius were the only chance that the wizarding world had against the darkness.
The ministry was useless. True, they had finally acknowledged the return of he-who-must-not-be-named but it was too little too late. The only thing that kept fudge in office was the fact that he had been the first to catch on to what Potter was doing.
"There must be something that we can do," Ron said. "We are getting slaughtered out there."
"There is something," Snape suggested. "Think about it before you dismiss it," he said getting the attention of everyone in the room. "Potter is connected with the dark lord. His visions could make the difference."
"I do not believe what you are suggesting," Fudge shouted. "He is a traitor. He betrayed the entire wizarding world. We can do this without him."
"I agree," Ron said standing up. "If we allow him to help us then the rest of the wizarding governments will pressure us to pardon him, and I want that bastard exactly where he is."
"As much as I hate to admit it I think that Snape is right, we need his help," Hermione said.
"You can't be serious," Sirius said shocked. "You know what he tried to do. He has completely betrayed the memories of James and Lily. I don't want him to have any part in our world."
"Don't you see?" Minerva asked looking around the room. "If we do not do something soon there will no world for us to decide who belongs in it and who doesn't."
Minerva's comment brought the entire room to a stand still. She was right and they all knew it. They needed an edge against Voldermort and Potter was their best shot.
"Very well," Albus said taking the silence in the room as agreement. "Harry Potter will be taken out of Azkaban, but he will remain locked in the dungeons. He will also be administered a truth potion before he tells us of each vision."
"Do we really need to go that far?" Fudge asked in a slightly worried tone. "Who knows what he is still capable of?"
"It is our only chance to stop the darkness," Albus said standing up and bringing the meeting to a close.
He then addressed Ron and Snape. "Bring Potter here tonight."
~***~
Ron and Snape walked through the dark and gloomy corridors of Azkaban. The deeper that a person moved into the prison the worse it got. With every step that the two men took the cells got darker, the screams became more depraved, and the begging for mercy that would never come grew louder.
Finally the two arrived at the center of the prison, the place only one man was forced to remain in. The cell of Harry Potter, and oddly enough there were no screams coming from his cell. It was quiet, not a sound could be heard.
Ron and Snape opened the heavy door and walked into the small cell. As they looked at their surrounding identical smirks appeared on their faces.
Harry Potter was still there, very much alive. He was a little taller than from his school days but very skinny. There was almost no muscle on his body, just bones and skin. His once bright green eyes were dull and lifeless. They now had the revenge they wanted from the man.
"How has Azkaban been Potter?" Snape asked smirking.
"As well as can be expected," Harry said standing up. "Why have you come here?"
"Do you still have the visions about he-who-must-not-be-named?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
"Good, as long as you give us information about him, you'll stay alive and out of Azkaban," Ron said a little disappointed that Harry would be able to leave.
"What if I don't want to?" Harry asked.
"That would be right up your alley wouldn't it Potter. I always knew you were nothing but a traitorous glory hound," Snape sneered.
"No, what if I don't want to live anymore?" Harry asked his voice dull and lifeless.
"What?" Ron asked shocked. He knew Azkaban was horrible but he never expected to see Potter so defeated, a far cry from the boy he knew growing up.
"I do not wish to live anymore. When Voldermort is finally defeated no matter what happens, no matter how it all ends I want you to kill me. I will only help you if I have a wizard's oath from the both of you." Harry said knowing that it was a binding magical contract. If either of them were to back down they would be stripped of their magic and forced to live as muggles.
Ron could have jumped up and down with glee. Here it was, finally a way to make Potter pay, and it would be nice and legal. "You have yourself a deal Potter," Ron said making the pact legal.
This was soon followed by the agreement of Snape, who was also thinking about things on the same line.
They turned on me, everyone that I trusted, and everyone that I cared about.
I have sat in this cell for almost seven years now. No one ever visits me here though, well except for the dementors, and I could do without that.
It is a wonder that they haven't driven me insane yet. With all the death, destruction, and sorrow I have felt, that I still feel, it should be easy for them.
In a place like this there are only two kinds of people, if you can still call us people. Those that are waiting for death, and those that are too insane to realize it. I am unfortunately the latter.
It is too late for me, even if they were to release me today I believe that I would still want it to end.
I had realized from almost the first day that I was thrown in here. Everything I had believed in was a lie. All the friends that I had though, those that I believed would stand beside me until the very end, turned on me.
The one thing that I will never forget, and quite possibly the truest thing that I will ever know came surprisingly from my aunt. "We said we would put an end to this magic business, it's nothing but trouble."
I was too blind to see it at the time, but she was right. Not a day goes by that I don't curse myself for my own stupidity. My Aunt and her family may have mistreated me, but at least they never lied about how they felt about me. With them I always knew that they hated me.
These witches and wizards were different though. At first I felt that this was truly where I belonged, that I could find happiness here.
It is almost funny how I allowed myself to be blinded by them. Time and time again they turned on me, even the ones closest to me. I should have seen it then, I should have run. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I tried to leave then I would have succeeded. After all the Dursley's were still my guardians, and if I didn't want to go back to that accursed school they certainly would not have forced me.
If I ever escape from this hell I really must thank them for what they tried to do, and apologize. This world destroyed my parents, all they had done was to try and save me from the same fate.
As I look back upon the events that brought me here, I came to the conclusion that it was not Voldermort that put me here. It was the rest of them. Voldermort only framed me for crimes against the wizarding world. It they had truly done their jobs they would have realized what was happening and could have easily stopped it.
~***~
"The battle has been raging for Seven years now, wizards on both sides were being killed by the hundreds, and it was becoming even harder to hide it from the muggles. It was never this bad when Harry was around. We had hope then, but it was torn away from us the day Harry Potter turned," Ron Weasley thought angrily.
Hogwarts was the only place safe from the death eaters now. It had stopped being a school long ago. It was now Britain's last strong hold against the coming darkness. They had no allies to speak of. The other wizarding countries had long since cut their ties with them.
They clamed that Britain had become too corrupt, that it no longer cared about justice. It had become no secret that it was common occurrence to sentence prisoner without trail, or the right to defend themselves.
As Ron gazed around the room he was reminded of how much things had changed since he grew up in the castle.
He, Albus, Snape, Hermione, Minerva, Hagrid, Fudge, Remus, and Sirius were the only chance that the wizarding world had against the darkness.
The ministry was useless. True, they had finally acknowledged the return of he-who-must-not-be-named but it was too little too late. The only thing that kept fudge in office was the fact that he had been the first to catch on to what Potter was doing.
"There must be something that we can do," Ron said. "We are getting slaughtered out there."
"There is something," Snape suggested. "Think about it before you dismiss it," he said getting the attention of everyone in the room. "Potter is connected with the dark lord. His visions could make the difference."
"I do not believe what you are suggesting," Fudge shouted. "He is a traitor. He betrayed the entire wizarding world. We can do this without him."
"I agree," Ron said standing up. "If we allow him to help us then the rest of the wizarding governments will pressure us to pardon him, and I want that bastard exactly where he is."
"As much as I hate to admit it I think that Snape is right, we need his help," Hermione said.
"You can't be serious," Sirius said shocked. "You know what he tried to do. He has completely betrayed the memories of James and Lily. I don't want him to have any part in our world."
"Don't you see?" Minerva asked looking around the room. "If we do not do something soon there will no world for us to decide who belongs in it and who doesn't."
Minerva's comment brought the entire room to a stand still. She was right and they all knew it. They needed an edge against Voldermort and Potter was their best shot.
"Very well," Albus said taking the silence in the room as agreement. "Harry Potter will be taken out of Azkaban, but he will remain locked in the dungeons. He will also be administered a truth potion before he tells us of each vision."
"Do we really need to go that far?" Fudge asked in a slightly worried tone. "Who knows what he is still capable of?"
"It is our only chance to stop the darkness," Albus said standing up and bringing the meeting to a close.
He then addressed Ron and Snape. "Bring Potter here tonight."
~***~
Ron and Snape walked through the dark and gloomy corridors of Azkaban. The deeper that a person moved into the prison the worse it got. With every step that the two men took the cells got darker, the screams became more depraved, and the begging for mercy that would never come grew louder.
Finally the two arrived at the center of the prison, the place only one man was forced to remain in. The cell of Harry Potter, and oddly enough there were no screams coming from his cell. It was quiet, not a sound could be heard.
Ron and Snape opened the heavy door and walked into the small cell. As they looked at their surrounding identical smirks appeared on their faces.
Harry Potter was still there, very much alive. He was a little taller than from his school days but very skinny. There was almost no muscle on his body, just bones and skin. His once bright green eyes were dull and lifeless. They now had the revenge they wanted from the man.
"How has Azkaban been Potter?" Snape asked smirking.
"As well as can be expected," Harry said standing up. "Why have you come here?"
"Do you still have the visions about he-who-must-not-be-named?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
"Good, as long as you give us information about him, you'll stay alive and out of Azkaban," Ron said a little disappointed that Harry would be able to leave.
"What if I don't want to?" Harry asked.
"That would be right up your alley wouldn't it Potter. I always knew you were nothing but a traitorous glory hound," Snape sneered.
"No, what if I don't want to live anymore?" Harry asked his voice dull and lifeless.
"What?" Ron asked shocked. He knew Azkaban was horrible but he never expected to see Potter so defeated, a far cry from the boy he knew growing up.
"I do not wish to live anymore. When Voldermort is finally defeated no matter what happens, no matter how it all ends I want you to kill me. I will only help you if I have a wizard's oath from the both of you." Harry said knowing that it was a binding magical contract. If either of them were to back down they would be stripped of their magic and forced to live as muggles.
Ron could have jumped up and down with glee. Here it was, finally a way to make Potter pay, and it would be nice and legal. "You have yourself a deal Potter," Ron said making the pact legal.
This was soon followed by the agreement of Snape, who was also thinking about things on the same line.