Arrgh! Yet another betrayed Azkaban Harry Fic, after all everyone wants to write one right? I hope that anyone who takes a look at this will see that I'm trying to stray from the beaten path. This will be a Dark Harry fic and will have sexually graphic situations at some point. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated works are the sole property of J.K.R.

Prologue

The man sat in a semi dark cell. His cell, no his home, was a seven foot square. Three walls were stone, with no windows or anything that you'd associate with the word comfort. The fourth wall was composed of metal bars that dropped from the ceiling. He called it a wall since he'd never seen the supposed door open. When he awoke here it was like that and food was given to him twice a day through a grate. He was seated on the only piece of furniture in the room, an old mattress that ran the length of one of the walls. He would have moved it if he could but it was bolted to the ground. Not that there was much place to put it, the other side was where the loo was. Well it was only a hole in the ground but it didn't smell much and seemed to have running water. The reason he wanted to move his bed was because the only lights in the area were outside his cell. They were at the end of the hall and his bathroom was always in the dark. Of course this meant that his cot was always lit. Even at night a small light was still on. Well he assumed it was night he hadn't seen the sun in two months, and it showed. His skin was far paler than normal. The lack of wholesome food had left him skin and bones. Not that he had much in terms of mass before…

No. I will not get stuck in that trap again they are coming! He admonished himself.

Sure enough he felt the chill that pervaded the air increase. His cellmates could be heard moaning next to him. He never talked to them; they didn't want to talk to him anyway. He sat by the edge of his cell so he could see down the hall about ten feet, all the while slamming his already impressive mental shields to full alert. Then he could see them, the dreaded guards that gave this place its reputation as hell on earth, dementors.

The creature was seven feet tall; if it had any feet it did not use them. Instead it just glided along letting its frayed black robe drag across the ground. Its arms were at its side hidden from view by the oversize robe. The moans grew louder as the creature passed his neighbor's cells. Dementors made you relive your worst memories and the people here all had plenty of things that they didn't want to remember. This particular prisoner had learned to completely block the creatures out after a month here. The first few weeks had been hell. With these creatures around every half an hour and nightmares and visions whenever he tried to sleep. Now they didn't bother him at all, save for the cold feeling they produced. The demenntor took five minutes to reach his cell; it would stop and bask in the terror of the other people in his cellblock. When it got to him it stopped and looked at him. Its faced was totally hidden within its cowl. With what could almost be described as an annoyed snort the creature turned and continued on. The prisoner looked back towards the entrance, more people were moaning now. The dementor would be back around in about fifteen minutes so why were they making noise now? A second black cloak could be seen coming forward.

They never traveled in twos. Where they here to get someone?

No the guards always did that.

As this particular one got close to him he could feel the already cold room drop to almost artic conditions. This one was far stronger than the last one. As it got closer he could feel the effect starting to take over. The distant screams that he associated with his mother and Cedic and Sirius and that night. He quickly threw up even more barriers. Where as the last one didn't affect him this one was going to bring up his darkest memories if he didn't stop it. By the time it floated up to him, he'd focused enough that the roaring darkness was just a dull ache. He knew he'd have a headache latter but that was better than his past. Like the last one it also turned to him regarding him as if to wonder why it wasn't being fed. This time he stood and returned its gaze. His five foot six frame was nothing compared to this one, which like the others just topped seven feet.

"Your different than the others, much more powerful." His voice was soft and scratchy; he hadn't used it in a while and was unsure of its power. The dementor, which had been turning away from this oddity stopped and turned to face him.

"As are you." Its voice sounded like ice, cutting through everything in the area. His shields buckled but held at the dementor turned its attention to him.

"I have not had anyone that could approach me in over a hundred years." It continued. He wondered why the others never talked.

"I get out so very little, I think I will visit you more often."

"Well its not like I am going anywhere." His attempt at humor was lost on the creature.

"Tell me human, what is your name?"

He shrugged. What do I have to lose?

"My name's Harry. Harry Potter."