Bedlamite

Here it is the long awaited (by some) HPDG story. It begins on the 31st of July before Harry should start his 7th year. This story ignores the plot of Books 6 as do my other stories because if you get rid of Dumbledore and make Severus decidedly evil, who is left to play with hmm?

This story is, as requested, slash free. However, there may be mentions of homosexuality (not for Harry or other main characters) without great detail as it is a normal occurrence and not something I will deny entirely. Don't worry if that makes you uncomfortable since I'm guessing the strongest mentions will just be something along the lines of "Richard Tykes and his partner Stephan Fullop were also present in the audience" or something along those lines, simply stating their partners without major detail.

This fic is slightly darker then my usual although I have tried to include humor wherever possible. There is not that much in this chapter but I'll make a greater effort in later ones.

Warning: This story is rated M. It contains strong violence, adult themes, and sexual references.

Summary: First let's pretend Harry is sent to Azkaban. Now let's pretend he doesn't like it much. Then let's pretend the ministry says OOPS and releases him. But finally, let's pretend Harry does not easily forgive and forget. Dear wizarding world… this means war.

Disclaimer: Hello? This is fan fiction! Surely you've all realised that I do not own all the aspects of my story? I mean come on! Duh! (For those of you who didn't realise, the characters you will recognize belong to J.K Rowling and related companies. So does the setting, but I do own the plot and an overdeveloped ego).

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Chapter 1- The Beginning

"Mister Longbottom, will you confirm for us that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is truly dead?"

"Yes Minister Fudge, I have brought with me his wand, which you see on the table before you. His body is still where I left it, Aurors are already on their way to the sight to collect and confirm this."

"And the Death Eaters?" Fudge looked across his desk at the seventeen year old boy who had done the impossible.

"All that were in his inner circle are dead, all the others passed out wherever they were located when Voldemort-" the other four occupants besides Neville and Dumbledore all flinched, "When You-Know-Who was finally felled. Those forced into his servitude are also now comatose, but their marks are silver so that they may be identified and judged on a case by case basis. Voldemort apparently felt that if he would die, the rest of them could all go to hell and as such our jobs have pretty much been done for us. Our spies will simply realize that their dark mark has vanished and they may now lead normal lives."

Every person listening breathed in a sigh of relief. The six of them were seated in the Minister's private office. Fudge himself sat behind a large mahogany desk, sweating obviously in his consuming, heavy, state robes. In front of the desk sat a grime covered and exhausted Neville Longbottom, the lights second savior. He had only turned seventeen this very day and had as his birthday celebration managed to find and defeat Voldemort, the most powerful dark lord in wizarding history. 'Happy birthday Neville! Here's your party, I hope you don't mind, the only guests we could round up were insane followers of a psychopath who want to kill you. Oh here; have some killing curses from us. We thought we'd all pitch in for a fireworks display and the green flashy ones aimed at your head just look so pretty don't they hmm?'

Needless to say, he had not had the nicest of days, but he was still pleased as that which he had been destined to do (or so Dumbledore said) was finally over and he could live a long and happy life.

Next to Neville, sat Albus Dumbledore. He too was looking slightly worse for wear having been forced to don brown robes in the place of his usual purple and yellow so as not to stand out too much and be a giant duck-like target for Death Eaters in the final battle.

To one side, partially hidden by the shadows, sat Alastor Moody. He had not been at the main battle, instead cutting off Death Eaters as they tried to join their master. By the time it had ended, he and the rest of his task force had a nice pile off to one side, ready to be tried and most likely convicted of treason, assault, kidnapping, mass murder, and all sorts of other pleasant things.

The other two people both sat against the wall behind Fudge. Percy Weasley who was there to officially scribe out the announcement of the fall of the great and imbecilic Lord Voldemort, and Rita Skeeter who was present to write out a public announcement, telling a tale of bravery and triumph, featuring an all star cast of Mouse Boy (Neville), The Candy Man (Dumbles), Sauron's All Seeing Eye of Doom (Moody), Augustus Gloop (Fudge), and, in his return to the stage, The Sith Lord (Voldemort)! See him return with death defying (or not) stunts. Watch as his resurrected body falls apart before your very eyes! You'll laugh and cry as you follow his adventures on his quest to rule the world!

(cough, cough) Er… moving on.

"Rita, I expect to see this story in this evening's paper." Fudge stated, taking charge of the situation, "Mister Longbottom, we are so very grateful for your services. You will be duly rewarded, you as well Albus, Alastor."

All three inclined their heads.

"I am most proud of Mister Longbottom." Dumbledore stated, "He has achieved something which we had thought to be impossible. Especially after young Harry Potter's decline into the dark arts."

"Yes indeed, that was a terrible time. The wizarding world gave up all hope for a while there. Thank Merlin you were up for the job Mister Longbottom."

"Er, yes… there is a problem that was revealed during the battle." Neville looked incredibly uncomfortable, his face, moments ago completely worn out but still exultant, now looked cautious and somewhat traumatized, "Ah, this would be easier to show you. Do you have a pensieve available?"

"Of course Mister Longbottom, just in here." Fudge pulled one out from behind his desk.

Neville drew the bowl towards himself. He placed his wand to his temple, frowned momentarily, and then summoned a silvery thread into the basin.

Moments later, the snake like face of the now defeated Dark Lord rose up out of the basin and began revolving on the spot. Even with the knowledge that he was gone for good, most of the room's occupants still drew back with a hiss at the sight.

"Ah," The head intoned, "Mister Neville Longbottom. We have become rather well acquainted since the end of your fifth year have we not? I must admit though, I still feel this would have been so much more fitting if you were indeed Harry Potter. How sweet his pain would have tasted as his one chance to avenge his parents slipped through his fingers along with his very life essence. Oh well, I guess I cannot have everything. I suppose though that there is still time for me to bestow this cruelty upon him. In truth, he is simply waiting for me to do so, surrounded by so many of my loyal followers, the only true innocent in that hell hole you people use to house those you no longer need."

Voldemort paused here, apparently listening to something being said to him.

"A murderer? You truly believe that of your old school mate?" He laughed, "Oh, this is why I love you light fighters, you seem to be incapable of learning from your mistakes. You sent Sirius Black to Azkaban for a crime he never committed, and then, only a few weeks after his supposed death, then revival and official pardon, you do the same to your true savior. It was so easy. I simply found several appropriate victims, ones that would hurt him, causing him more torture in Azkaban then any dementor could dish out. The Weasley twins would have been perfect I think, but they were unreachable at Dumbledore's head quarters. So instead, I settled for Mister Finnegan, and Mister Finch-Fletchly, a half-blood and a mudblood. They were connected to your savior, but they were also those I would have probably told him to slay. A few fake magical traces at the scene of the murder, and Harry Potter goes to sleep at his relatives' house, and wakes up in a prison. It was far too easy to be satisfying."

The voice faded away, lowering back into the pensieve, leaving a stunned room. They sat in silence for several minutes before Percy Weasley spoke out with what they were all thinking.

"Oops."

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"Look, the wizarding world will demand his release as soon as Skeeter publishes this in the paper this evening. If we want to stay in good opinion, we must beat them to it and release him immediately." Madam Bones put in her two bits.

Neville, Albus and Rita had all left some time ago for their own various reasons, all of them, even Rita were feeling incredibly guilty for their roles in the Boy-Who-Lived's unfortunate incarceration. Neville had arrived back home, gone straight to his room and sobbed at the injustice, not noticing his grandmothers worried looks as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Dumbledore had immediately called a meeting of all Hogwarts staff members, which would be followed by an Order meeting, both at Hogwarts. He knew that this was the quickest way to reach Harry's old companions and to hopefully build up a support network for the boy for when he was released.

Rita went to her office. Despite her over use of Quick Quotes, she was actually a fairly talented writer. This had been seen clearly in her reports during the most recent reign of the Dark Lord. She also knew that a lot of her fame came from her reports of Harry Potter, a boy so memorable, but yet so easily forgotten, that he was an instant paper seller, even after the past year. She was a reporter and thus knew how quickly her reputation would diminish if she didn't pull off a very sympathetic article. And thus she set to work to make Harry Potter the wizarding worlds own personal god once more. She knew that if she could get them following her lead, and keep the boy in question happy with her writings, she could possibly even benefit from this disaster.

Fudge had meanwhile, summoned all the key figures in the Ministry of Magic to discuss what their actions would be. Alastor Moody was still here, accompanied by Amelia Bones, Mafalda Hopkirk, Roshalda Quirk from public relations, and Clancy Normind from Magical Control.

"I agree with Madam Bones." Hopkirk stated, "We locked him up without a trial, we ignored his rights as an underage wizard, and we put away his only open supporter. Forget public opinion, we're liable to pay up a fortune in legal disputes for all sorts of reasons should he get it into his head to press charges."

"Perhaps if we give him a massive compensation sum off the bat, he may not look into further action against the ministry." Quirk suggested, looking hopeful. With a teenaged daughter herself, she knew that money was very compelling to the young.

"Either way, we must be prepared for the fact that he may not be stable when we release him. We know he holds a lot of power, we should be wary lest he not have that under wraps when we next see him." Normind pointed out, ever worried about future problems for his department.

"Ah, I have his reports here." Percy Weasley stated from where he was seated diagonally behind Fudge, "He has not been noted with any signs of mental instability, apart from intense enthusiasm about small details. He apparently has been trying to hold philosophical debates with the other prisoners, still eats a healthy amount, regardless of taste, and at one point attempted to start up what he called 'The Azkaban Choir'. The human guards report that while he is clearly hurt by the dementors' presence, he seems to bounce right back. The other prisoners, including captured Death Eaters are apparently quite fond of his antics as they give them something constant to rely on to keep grips of their own sanity."

"Might I suggest," Moody began, "That we look into releasing Daphne Greengrass?"

"What's she in there for and why should we release her?" Normind asked, being the only one who was unfamiliar with her connection to Harry Potter.

"She was tried and convicted a few months after Potter for public disturbance, illegal rallying and to a small degree; treason. She was continually looking for legal loopholes to get the boy out of prison, trying to start rallies for him, and being generally a pain in the arse around Hogwarts. We should release her because we set her in the cell opposite Potter's as a sort of petty revenge thing where he saw that there was no way he would be getting out. She is due to be released in six months anyway and, if I remember correctly, he could never stand to see others hurt so he may take kindly to her release."

"Why was she trying to help him? By her name, I would assume she is, or was a Slytherin."

"Who knows what motivated her? Either way, she has apparently formed quite a connection with Potter and thus should probably be released along with him." Moody explained and all the others soon nodded their acceptance of this.

"Alright then, we appear to all be in agreement that Harry Potter should be released immediately. I propose that some of us along with some of his friends personally go to collect him and Greengrass immediately." Fudge suggested and the others nodded once more.

"Well then, we shall call Dumbledore. He will know who should come with us. Weasley, get to it. And hurry boy! We need to beat Skeeter with this."

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"Albus, what the fuck to you mean Harry was innocent? You assured me that his guilt was inescapably proven! The bloody ministry sent an innocent boy to Azkaban! Again!"

Sirius Black was quite clearly upset by this new revelation. He was pacing backwards and forwards in the staffroom as the other teachers watched his display in fascination. Sirius had taken the role of COMC teacher after Hagrid left for South Africa in what would have been Harry's sixth year, soon after his return from behind the veil as a way to forget about his godson's supposed betrayal. Remus Lupin had become the defense teacher again and was actually preparing to begin his second year in a row, a feat which had not happened in quite some time. The other teachers were still who they were when Harry had left, and they were all sitting in stunned silence. Whether it was because of the news Dumbledore had just shared, or because Sirius was rapidly changing colours from red, to white, to yellow, to a rather unusual shade of puce as he paced backwards and forwards across the room; no-one could be completely certain.

"How on earth are you going to fix this one old man?" Sirius snapped, turning back to Dumbledore and pausing in his steps, "He'll not forgive any of us for this you know, regardless of how large or small a part we have played in this whole debacle."

"I realize that, but I am hoping we can encourage him to listen to our apologies. I know they will not mean much, but he may appreciate the effort." Dumbledore said quietly.

"Perhaps if we call up some of his old friends from school?" Remus suggested, looking up momentarily before returning to gazing at the smooth table before him with absolute fascination as though he could see right through it to Rio and they were having a samba party.

"Yes, I have sent for the entire order and have included all the available Weasley children, and Miss Granger. They should be here in a few minutes."

Sure enough, as he spoke, Tonks rolled through the fireplace behind Dumbledore, followed closely by Kingsley. The two had finished the clean up and had quickly complied with Dumbledore's summons. Fairly soon, the entire Order along with the few underage younglings were sitting around the table along with all the teachers bar Sirius who had returned to his pacing, occasionally sending shattering hexes at the nearby shelves and the items they held.

"Is it true Dumbledore? Has Voldemort really been defeated?" Molly Weasley soon questioned, having not been at the battle herself.

"Yes, Neville succeeded in his task." Dumbledore confirmed and all those who had not seen it themselves sighed with relief, "However that is not what we are here to talk about. We are here to talk about Harry Potter."

Every newcomer stiffened and glared.

"What about him?" Ron Weasley asked snappishly.

"I am afraid something terrible has happened." Dumbledore began, "To be more specific, we have done something terrible. During the final few moments when Neville was confronting Voldemort-" cue flinch, "He found out a few things. Voldemort-" and again, "revealed that he had framed young Harry. He was innocent all along."

Every new occupant sat back in their seats, looks of horror slowly crossing over their faces. The room was silent once more except for the occasional cursing from Sirius and the explosions that accompanied them.

"What?" Hermione Granger finally whispered.

"Voldemort-" and once more for the cameras ladies, "placed some false magic traces and set it up so that Harry would have no alibi. He basically just shoved him out of the way as soon as he could."

"Oh sweet Merlin." Tonks sobbed, covering her face.

"My poor baby boy. They've done such horrible things to you." Molly Weasley wept.

Now, their reactions may seem a little too immediate, but after Voldemort's return had been confirmed, Azkaban became worse then it ever was. All heating was removed, the dementor force was doubled after they returned from the Dark side, food supplies were low and the guards were encouraged to give no lenience in any manner and to dish out whatever punishments they felt were appropriate. It was, in every sense of the term; a living hell.

"Albus, what are we going to do?" Arthur asked, slightly plaintively, "We must get him free of there and start him healing."

"I know." The aging headmaster stated, "I am hoping he will come back to Hogwarts, but I would imagine that is the last place he wants to be. He will most likely harbor a great resentment for all of us."

"But, we couldn't have known. He must realize that?" Ronald Weasley seemed desperate for confirmation of this.

"None of us can be to blame for this, but I'm not certain he will see it that way since we all know from his talks about the Dursleys and Pettigrew that he can really hold a grudge. We simply should apologize anyway so that he may see that we regret what he has been through." Dumbledore stated as calmly as he could given the circumstances. He seemed prepared to continue but he was cut off by a bark of laughter from Professor Snape.

"Albus, how can you blame what happened on anyone other then the people in this room? You had the power to investigate this further and chose not to. Molly, Arthur, you and your children along with Miss Granger all chose to testify against him at that mockery of a trial which he was not even allowed to be present for. Miss Tonks, you were guarding his house on the day of the murders and did not see him leave, yet you were more then happy to condemn him along with everyone else. And lastly Black. Your betrayal was probably worse then all the others. You had been falsely accused before and as soon as Potter listened to you, he immediately took your side. You left him to the very fate he'd helped you escape, and cursed his name as he went. And yet, you all feel you simply need to give a perfunctory apology and hope he's not resentful? I may not like the boy, and probably never will, but I have to admit I will support any action he takes against the lot of you."

After the ex-Slytherin and now ex-spy stopped his rant, everyone simply stared at him for a few moments.

"Well, ah… while you do raise some valid points Severus my boy, we must wait and see Harry's own actions." Dumbledore stated firmly.

Snape simply rolled his eyes and went back to watching the scene.

"Now, we must figure out the fastest way to get him out before any more damage is done. The ministry will doubtlessly try to get him out as fast as possible so that they don't get slammed too hard for this, despite-"

Dumbledore was cut off once again, this time from a whooshing in the fireplace and the appearance of Percy Weasley's head.

"Mister Weasley, what can we do for you?" Dumbledore stated calmly.

The rest of the rooms occupants all glared at the youth as he was currently the closest full ministry rep., and thus the easiest person to blame for Harry's situation. Arthur, Tonks and Kingsley were order members so their status was calmly forgotten. Percy had denied the order and sided against his family, which one must admit takes strength since from that stage on, one would be completely alone in the world.

"Professor Dumbledore," The red-head greeted the man before continuing in a formal manner, "I am speaking on behalf of Minister Fudge. Mister Potter is due to be released in a little less then an hour. We feel he would be more comfortable with the transition if some of his friends were there to greet him. Thus, we ask if you and a few individuals you feel would be appropriate for this would please floo through here to the ministry immediately so as we may all apparate to the shores near the island and then make the journey through the pass and towards Azkaban itself."

"Of course Mister Weasley, expect some of us through in a few minutes. Might I ask who will be accompanying us from the ministry?"

"Minister Fudge, Amelia Bones, two upper level Aurors selected at random, and myself." Percy replied shortly.

"Why you?" Ron asked rudely, "You didn't like him before and you certainly weren't loyal, plus you're not exactly a key member of the ministry. You're a scribe and personal assistant for the minister for Merlin's sake."

"I also have legal training Ronald. I am there to supervise the goings on from an unbiased perspective in case legal charges are made as well as to confirm Potter is treated correctly." Percy replied to his brother in an icy tone, "I may not be a key figure in this whole war, but I can play my role."

"Thank you Mister Weasley, we will arrive shortly." Dumbledore headed off the argument.

Percy's head withdrew and immediately there was a clamor of outbursts as almost everyone present tried to get in on this little excursion. The only ones who weren't trying were those who had not personally known Harry, Snape who was just smirking, and Remus who was still not responding, apparently –unlike everyone else- perfectly willing to shoulder the blame for the whole debacle, along with every other thing that had gone wrong in the history of man kind. He had always been fairly emotional so this was no surprise.

"Alright, alright, let's sort through this calmly." Arthur finally stepped in, "Look, who here actually feels they have an intense personal connection to Harry?"

Everyone bar those who hadn't originally volunteered kept their hand up. Arthur frowned at his two eldest sons who grudgingly put their hands back down, followed by Professors Flitwick, Sprout, and Trelawney.

"Okay, now that we have a few less people, who here feels that their presence would be beneficial to Harry at this early stage and that they could handle whatever condition he may be in, as well as what they themselves would have to deal with?" Arthur continued, warming to his role.

Ginny Weasley waved her hand stubbornly until her mother pressed it down and whispered something in her ear which included the word dementors. Kingsley brought his hand down, stating that Harry would probably not be pleased to see an Auror since they had been the ones to place him in the prison which immediately caused Tonks to pull out of the running. Professor McGonagall lowered her hand, whispering in an ashamed tone that she didn't want to see him as hurt as he would probably be and would rather help him heal from it. Madam Pomfrey stepped back, realizing she may need to prepare the Hospital Wing for him since it had not been used over the vacation period and she would "be damned to see him end up with some uncaring junior at St. Mungos". She left the room soon after this to prepare supplies.

This left Sirius, who claimed he could handle the dementors, Hermione, Ron, Molly, the twins, and of course Arthur and Dumbledore.

"We cannot take all of you." Dumbledore interrupted Arthur before he could continue, "So we must simply cut the list as brutally as necessary. Molly, I do not think you will truly be able to handle the condition Harry will be in, please suffice with being here to show him love when we arrive back." The woman glared at Albus before storming out of the room to help Poppy. "Fred, George, my dear boys, you must understand that while you care for Harry, there are probably others who knew him better." The twins too looked resentful, but settled in their chairs.

Arthur took back control at this stage.

"I understand that Ron and Hermione would love to see him and make sure he is okay after what happened to him, but if they are coming, I must come too for I'm not sure how much they will be able to handle." He stated stubbornly.

"If you feel that way, I'm sure it would be a good idea for all three of you to come." Dumbledore conceded, "Sirius, I know you care for him, but you have probably hurt him a lot. Are you sure you wish to deal with the dementors when he'll most likely hate you when you arrive? I'm sure he has hoped you would understand due to the similarities between your situations."

The black haired ex-convict flinched but stood strong.

"I need to show him I now know and I'm doing something about it. I know it is not my fault, however he may see it, and I need to let him understand that. I must go Albus." He declared obstinately.

"Well then, the five of us need to leave right away lest the minister and his cohorts leave without us." Dumbledore accepted and made towards the fireplace, grabbing floo powder on his way through.

The five stepped through the flames, Ron and Hermione holding each other for support.

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"Righ' this way Minister Fudge, 'eadmaster Dumbledore, Sir." The guard encouraged the group of ten. The dementors had been moved from this zone, but there were still traces of their presence having been there.

Sirius was shifting his gaze left and right in a pensive manner, Fudge was breathing in stuttered gasps, Arthur, Amelia, Ron, and Percy were shivering, and Hermione had tears running slowly down her face, although she paid them no heed and marched on determinedly. They rounded another corner and all of a sudden the cells they passed had people in them, rather then the empty walls and straw beds they had seen for the past few minutes of their walk. As they walked by, the prisoners began looking up. They passed people they'd never seen, and some familiar faces. It was actually Antonin Dolohov, one of the Death Eaters from the Department of Mysteries a little over a year ago who first began to speak.

"Hey Potter!" He called out, his voice cracking slightly from disuse, "They're coming for you Potter, they're taking you away! Run and hide Potter or they'll let you get the kiss!"

An ugly woman in her mid forties chuckled to herself from their left as they passed.

"Run and hide Potter! We wouldn't want to lose you now." She screamed out in a surprisingly loud voice, making Ron, who was closest flinch away in disgust.

"Run and hide Potter!" The off-beat and imbalanced chant was soon taken up by every prisoner along the row. The passed so many people, each one mocking them as they walked through the passageway. Some were so young… so young. A girl no older then thirteen or fourteen hissed at them as they passed, giving no care to her exposed, undernourished body which was revealed as her robe fell open.

"It's the kiss Harry!" She called out in a sing-song, completely childish tone and giggling at them with an almost flirtatious wave to Percy before rejoining the chant.

"How did this happen Cornelius?" Amelia Bones whispered as she stared at the girl who was younger then her niece.

"The anti-terrorism laws Madam Bones. Anyone perceived as a threat or simply baring the dark mark may be imprisoned for a maximum of twelve months before even receiving a trial. The backlog was too great to do anything otherwise while the war was happening and someone that young could easily be overlooked." Fudge replied, looking defensive but yet guilty.

"Potter's leaving now! Say bye-bye to Potter!" The familiar voice of Rabastan Lestrange from the cell to the left of the one they knew to be Harry's.

"Bye-bye Harry Potter!" The prison chant screeched in compliance and they all began laughing again.

"Hurry, it may be suicide if he thinks he's in for the kiss." Dumbledore commanded ominously. Sirius stumbled before rushing them all on.

They made the last fifty metres in record time, slamming across at the iron barred gate to Harry's cell, prepared to stop the worst from happening. They were a little shocked by what they found instead.

They were just in time to see the last of a high speed whirlwind of smoke disappear into the stone tiles that made up the floor of Harry's accommodation. After that, the cell was devoid of movement. They looked into the cell, stunned.

Along the back wall were the remains of a straw mattress, flattened into a thin mat due to use, with moldy filling poking out the edges. There was a bucket, containing dirty water, and empty plate with a few crumbs remaining. The cell, like all the others stank of human excrement, mostly from a small pit in one corner, but there were portions of the muck around the rest of the cell. On the back wall, the only solid one as opposed to the thick rusted bars which made up the other three, were scratched notes and messages, along with what was clearly a calendar.

"Ah, 'e made those with a chippin' from the bricks 'round the window bars." The guard commented, "'e collected every piece tha' came loose and used them to scratch in'o the wall. Mos' of the pris'ners do it."

The visitors ignored the comment, instead looking at the pale green parchment hovering just on the other side of the bars in front of them. As they all looked at it, the parchment began moving slightly from side to side. As their eyes and eventually heads followed it's ever increasing movements, it began changing its pattern, eventually doing several loop-de-loops as the whole group nodded as one to follow it.

"Oh fer Merlin's sake." The guard muttered and opened the door, snatching the parchment out.

All eleven crowded around, gasping in turn as they reached certain points, depending on their reading speed.

Dear Ron, 'Mione, Padfoot, Mr. Weasley, Perc, Madam Bones, Fudge, Dumbledore, Mr. Guard, and two random Aurors I don't know,

Howdy. I am pleased to see that my planned release from this holiday resort has received such a turn out. Pity you didn't let Mrs. Weasley come Professor Dumbledore; I would have liked to see her sob for her "poor baby boy". Did that comment seem at all familiar to you? It should.

In case you are too dense to have realized yet (Ron, I'm talking to you), I heard the meeting you just had a Hogwarts. And Daphne was listening to the one you were having Fudge, Madam Bones, and you of course Perc. I must say you did a great job of recanting my recent attempts to improve the attitude here.

Anyways, as I was saying, "Big Brother is watching you!" Or in this case, "Big Brother and/or Big Sister are watching you!" Yeah… I did go there. You remember Daphne Greengrass? I'd imagine you would after the shit all of you gave her for standing up for me after my incarceration. BTW, I must say I did enjoy watching my trial from inside my cell and miles away from the event!

(Heh, heh, cough, cough) Sorry about that… I seem to be harboring some resentment towards you all. Except you Perc. You're a pretty cool guy… for a stuck up twat anyway. But you're the nicest stuck up twat I know. Plus, you are the only member of your family that didn't testify about my supposed criminal insanity which automatically puts you on my list of "People I Do Not Need Revenge Against".

That list isn't very big, but oh well. The list of "People I Would Like To See Burn In Hell" is far longer. Anyway, back to Daphne.

She supported me due to a major favor I did her a while back. Plus she has this whole must-support-true-justice thing going on. Not sure what that's about. So anyways, after listening to your plans, I decided I didn't like you all very much. I'm leaving. You may have noticed by my dear neighbor Mister Lestrange's calls a moment ago. Me and Daffers will be around. We plan on ruining all your lives since we don't like any of you. Professor Snape was pretty much right in his assumptions. I think you are all a bunch of twisted arseholes.

See you around y'all! I'll be the one destroying everything you wish for in life (except for you Perc). Oh and BTW Fudge? I'm going to sue the pants off you.

Ciao!

Luke Skywalker

The group looked at each other, still slightly shocked, trying to see if the others believed what he said. They were interrupted from their attempt at ESP by the RabastanLestrange who chuckled at them.

"You may wish to turn around and look at Daffers' cell." He informed them in a wise tone, surprisingly reminiscent of Dumbledore with a full bowl of lemon drops to back himself up.

The group spun and looked at the cell of the polite but stubborn girl they remembered from Hogwarts. It too was empty and cutting through the air were words, formed purely of bright flames.

GO FUCK YOURSELVES WITH A CHAINSAW!
SEE YOU IN HELL BITCHES!

To put it as politely as possible; the words startled them.

"You know," Rabastan said, "This is only the second time I can remember her cursing in the whole time she was here. On the first day after that mockery of a trial you put her through she quite calmly stated 'shit' but this is completely unlike her." The now slightly insane Death Eater chuckled, "Man she must really hate you guys."

Again it was Percy who summed up what they were thinking.

"Yeah, I'd say that's a fairly likely assumption."

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My Azkaban is basically a combination of all my knowledge of Holocaust camps, POW camps, and the prisons in South America during some (but not all) of the coups. This is actually fairly realistic of the conditions many of these people faced (as far as I know. I wasn't there obviously but I've spoken to and interviewed people who were)… although Azkaban has these cool torture creatures instead of the real stuff that has to be operated or set up or whatever. Makes things a lot easier if you're the warden.

REVIEW! I need the attention! I'm just an overgrown toddler in truth so if you don't want me to throw a tantrum and put all my stories on hiatus, you should probably just give me what I want.