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Most of the time this story will be told in Harry's POV

Summary: Harry was sent to Azkaban after his ministry hearing during what was supposed to be his fifth year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore never showed up to help him out. While at Azkaban, Harry meets a mysterious figure, not a dementor, but not anything else. The figure offers Harry something that could affect the whole race of wizards and witches, in exchange for something just as important.

Ships: HG(have I ever wrote anything else?)

Rated m for language and…umm…violence/gore, sexual stuff…umm…and yeah.

But I will post a warning if I decide to put in any sex scenes. Unlikely, but I will if I do.

Harry Potter and the Wraith

My name is Harry James Potter, and I've been betrayed.

I can tell even now, as Fudge and the rest of the court whisper together trying to convince others to send me off to Azkaban. No one came here to help me, everyone told me Dumbledore would be here to help me, everyone lied. I heard a rapt pounding sound, and looked up as Fudge rose to speak.

"We of the Ministry of Magic, find Harry James Potter, guilty of all charges. He is hereby sentenced to five years in Azkaban prison! Court Dismissed."

The crowd gathered seemed to glance at me, then look away, only a few of them seemed like it mattered. I knew something was wrong, I just never figured it would be Dumbledore to let me down. I know this seems odd, me actually wanting help, but I know when I need it. And the one time I really need it, Dumbledore ditches me. I can feel the dementors coming closer, I know what will happen before it does. I slip out of consciousness as soon as they touch me.

My eyes slowly open, I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks. I smell food, and spring off the hard bed I was on to gorge myself in the small portion of soup and bread. I don't know how I got here, but as I look around, I figure I'm in a cell in Azkaban. Its not as bad as a thought it would be, the room itself was actually pretty big. About half the size of a muggle home garage, I figured. There was a bed in one corner, and a sink and toilet in the other. What surprised me was there was a large cushion in the middle of the room, it looked like something out of Star Wars of something, I guess its for meditating, probably not much else to do.

Well, scratch that, I saw a bar attached to the wall for pull-ups and anything else I could think of doing with a metal bar on a wall. I looked around and sighed as I realized there was no windows. No way of knowing the time. The only thing leading out of the room was the large metal door, unbreakable, most likely, and a small flap to let food in. There was something missing though, oh shit yeah! I didn't feel cold, meaning; there wasn't any dementors nearby. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought It would be. Doubt it. Figuring there was nothing better to do, I walked over to the pull-up bar and started doing pull ups. After a while, I could no longer tell how long I had been doing them. But I continued anyway, listening to the sound of my heartbeat, the only familiar thing in my new life.

Eventually, I don't know how long it was, I dropped from the bar, unable to hold myself up anymore, I couldn't feel my arms, forearms, or hands. Looking towards the door, I saw two plates. I guess I was busy longer than I thought I was. Picking up the food was hard enough, pushing the plates out was impossible, until I just kicked them. I went over to the bed and gave into the sleep that seemed to come easier than ever before. When I woke up, I thought that I would start brooding about something, how unfair it was that I was sent to prison for something like underage magic, or magic in front of a muggle.

But no, I didn't brood at all, it's a nice change. I decided to try to meditate, the cushion, I found, is very comfortable. I should consider sleeping on this, but its not that big. Too bad. As I sat with my eyes closed my mind started to wander, over everything. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dumbledore, Sirius, Ginny, Fudge, the Ministry, Ginny. Yeah, I've been thinking about Ginny a lot. Can you really blame me? I'm stuck in a bloody prison for five damn years. Forgive me for thinking about the girl I was starting to like. Starting, or do. I don't even know anymore. After a while I started trying to find the magical center of my being. I mean, It cant just randomly pop out of a wand, its gotta come from some where. And if I can find where it comes from, maybe I can control it without a wand, that'll be something, huh?

I doubt it. But I can still try, and anyways, I think if I tried pull-ups again, my arms would get fucked up. So for the next…I wish I knew, many months, my routine was; wake up, eat, pull-ups till I cant stay up, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, meditate, eat sleep. Repeat.

I began to notice that the dementors never affected me, which made my life more bearable. After a large amount of time, I think it's been around nine or ten months, I got a visitor. A fucken visitor. Why not sooner? No one told me visitors are even allowed. Two dementors floated in and grabbed me, so I didn't try to run. They still didn't affect me, at all. My visitor, actually shocked me. It was Ginny. Alone.

"Harry, oh my god I'm so sorry…I"

"Don't. you didn't do anything, you aren't the once who needs to apologize." my voice startled me, it was deep, old, and weary. I had truly changed, but now I realize not just my appearance. Oh yeah, you think you guys would have figured it out. I now was practically bristling with muscle. I was still skinny, but my arms weren't huge, they were just…defined I guess.

"I know, Dumbledore has gone mad. This was the only time I could get away without anyone noticing. Sirius helped me get away. You've missed a lot" She looked at me with sadness in her eyes, and I think I saw a little bit of longing. For what, I have no idea.

"How long has it been anyway? Time is so difficult to keep track of here." I sounded like an old prisoner of war or something. Ginny bit her lip lightly before hesitantly saying softly

"Your trial was a year and a half ago."

A year and a fucken half? Nine or ten months my ASS!

"What?" my voice was low, and angry. Not at her of course, Dumbledore.

"Yeah, I'm almost done with my OWLs. Dumbledore has everyone thinking that its best for everyone if you're here, he thinks that if you're in prison and he lets you out, you'll fall under his control and do whatever he says. He's gonna bail you out in another three years." she was silently crying to herself.

I looked at the dementors, trying to get them to understand that I NEEDED to comfort her. The dementors looked at Ginny, and then at me and let me go, before floating over to guard the door. I walked over to Ginny and wrapped her in a strong hug. She started full out sobbing and almost collapsed on me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Everyone is against you, the only people who seem to still care about you is me, Sirius, and Remus."

"its ok, I kind of figured that anyway." my response wasn't automatic. I truly had thought about this, there was little else to do anyway.

"And the reason I didn't come sooner, was because Dumbledore didn't want anyone to see you before he does. And he isn't planning on coming for another few months."

"I don't care. I'm done with Dumbledore, anything he says he can stick up his ass." I was not happy, to say the least.

"I agree, if you ever escape, you know where to find me. I have to leave now." She looked up at me, and softly pressed her lips against mine for a pleasant, and unexpected kiss.

"Goodbye." She whispered before leaving swiftly.

I was…shocked and happy at the same time. The dementors came and held me down again. Another visitor? I looked towards the door, and saw someone, or something. It looked like a dementor, but it had real human skin. And a real face. As it came closer I saw it was twice the size of a dementor, and looked a hell of a lot more dangerous.

"Greetings," It sounded like a males voice, deep, powerful, and somehow, intoxicating, like a veela. " I suppose you've been wondering about many things here, I will do my best to answer any questions you may have."

"what are you? Why don't the dementors affect me? And why are you here?" I asked all that in the span of about two and a half seconds.

"I, am not a dementor, as you should have noticed. I am a very rare being, there is only one every generation, a generation of my kind. When I die, another will take my place, I will die when I tire of living. I am a wraith. A wraith is a creature, that has no magic in them, but if in a fight with multiple wizards, would still win. I can fly, glide, control the lost souls of the dead, summon bodies and spirits to fight for me, can manipulate objects in a way that I don't even fully understand, I have complete control over fire, I can teleport, and can live forever, until I decide to move on. The only spells that harm me are patronouses, and the unforgivable. Now, for your second question. The dementors don't affect you, because I tell them not to, they are under my command, the two that attacked you however, disobeyed my orders and were banished, into the underworld for insubordination. And the best question you could have possibly thought of, why am I here." The wraith seemed to smile, and then said

"I am here, because I have a deal for you."

"…I'm listening." I was shocked at just how deadly this being was, if I was him, I could escape, and kick everyone's ass in a second.

"A trade." he spoke with a smirk.

"what kind of trade?" I was…curious to say the least.

"You will give me all of your wizard power. Your magical core, I want it." he was very blunt.

"What do I get?" I was, surprised. And wanting to know what he would give me.

"My power. I will become a wizard, you will become a wraith. I'm tired of living like this, I want to be a wizard, and die in peace, maybe in a duel." he was being serious! I couldn't believe it, I could be one of the most powerful things on the planet just by agreeing to his steep terms. My choice, loose my magic, and become a wraith, with god like powers and a million ways to use it. Or I could keep my magic, and get my ass kicked.

"Hell yeah, when?" I was excited. I wanted to get out of this fucken place.

"Now." with that, he placed his hand on my forehead, and my world exploded.

I felt pain.

I felt darkness.

I felt misery.

I felt depression.

I felt death.

I felt, every negative emotion that has ever been named, or experienced.

I WAS pain.

I WAS darkness.

I WAS misery.

I WAS depression.

I WAS death.

I was, every negative emotion that has ever been named, experienced, or thought of.

But I also felt love

And joy.

And power, a feeling unlike any other.

My eyes slowly opened. I was in my bed, two dementors were by the door, looking at me, judging me. In my head I could feel approval, coming from a part of my mind that I couldn't access. I think it was the dementors, communicating with me, but I couldn't tell. My eyes fell on the wraith, or to be more accurate, the one who used to be known as the wraith. He had removed his hood, and appeared to be a middle aged man, raven hair, long down to his shoulders, and a look of peace upon his face. He was sitting on the meditating mat, appearing to be sleeping.

As if he knew he was being watched, his eyes snapped open, and looked at me. As soon as his eyes met mine, I knew. I knew who he was. How I knew, I have no idea, I think it's a power I now possess. His name is Godric Gryffindor, and I could tell that he was going to die soon, how I don't know, but he would die soon.

"We have little time, I only have enough time to explain some of your powers to you, then I believe I will die. Or live, one of the two." he gave a small smile and then took a deep breath before saying

"So, basically you can float, and fly without the need of a broom or anything else, incredibly fast too. You can fly faster than the fastest broom on the market today, I think its called a firefly, or a fire jet, or something like that. You can talk to dead people, and make them haunt for you, you can summon dead skeletons from the ground and they will do whatever you want, you can summon spirits that will wreak havoc and do the rest of your will. You can completely control fire, create it, and manipulate it. And teleport, its different from apparation, with teleporting, there is nothing to stop you from doing it, wards will not have any affect on you. You will live until you choose to die. And lastly, your greatest power, I call it being psychic. You can manipulate objects, or people, and do what you want with them, make them disappear, throw them across an ocean, into space, bend them, anything you can possibly think of, without even touching them. My greatest achievement with this power was to lift and throw an army of over fifteen hundred wizards across the pacific ocean, but I don't know if they made it to the other side" he grinned as he said the last part. "But how to use these powers, you will need to discover on your own. Meditating usually works quickly."

"Alright, thank you, for everything." my gratitude was completely legitimate. I couldn't believe that he had given me all these amazing powers, at the loss of his life, nearly.

"No problem" he got up to leave, but before he reached the door, he turned and said

"Ah, yes. Dumbledore is planning on visiting you in a few months, I would use these months to prepare for an escape." he left.

I began immediately, trying to find the center of my power. I found it rather quickly, as it was in the same place my magical core had been. This was…different, it was bigger, and stronger. I found something in my core, and discovered it was my ability to fly and glide. Eagerly, I engulfed my mind it the part of the core, trying to find some instinct that I could use to learn how. I did. I opened my eyes, and found myself floating pleasantly above the cushion, a good few feet. I experimented a little and slowly learned how to control myself while flying, it was easy, and natural.

The next day I found out how to control fire. This was VERY useful, I could do practically anything with it. If I wanted to lob a ball of fire the size of a golf ball and then have it explode randomly shooting fire in every direction for five miles, sure go ahead. Its so easy its not even funny. And I made myself piss fire. That was pretty fucken cool, if a little…frightening. Hey, I mean, what would you do if your dick started spouting fire where urine was supposed to come out, you would flip out right? Well I did. And then I started working on summoning things, this I discovered, could take a while…damnit…

YES!!! Finally, after a month or two, of studying how to summon bodies and spirits, I summoned my first spirit.

Unfortunately, it was the spirit of a long dead…prostitute. So she was…yeah… no comment about that incident. The next, I got a pirate, he was pretty cool, and I promised I would summon him later after Dumbledore came, he really was good fun (the pirate, not Dumbledore) I think he said his name was Jack Sparrow, or something, I don't know, something like that. Before I knew it, Dumbledore showed up. Goody.

"Harry, it is so good to see you, I am sincerely sorry I could not be here sooner…" Dumbledore was speaking, and as soon as he started talking, he started lying, figures.

Ah well, I don't really want to waste my day pretending to be listening so ill just cut this visit a bit short.

"Dumbledore." I said in a deep voice, that has probably changed a hell of a lot since he last heard me talk.

"Yes?" he seemed annoyed that I stopped him.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You lying old bastard! I don't give a dragons dick about any of your fucken insincere, pointless apologies! Just shut up, and get out. I'd rather spend the rest of my life (which could be a while) here then listen to you talk for five minutes. Get out." my voice was directed not only at him, but also to the dementors, whom I learned to communicate with through thoughts and emotions. Two slowly glided in and grabbed Dumbledore by the elbows.

"…Very well, I shall leave you, for now. " he left quickly, eyeing the dementors on his way out.

Well, now I know something.

My name is Harry James Potter, the wraith, and I'm not taking anymore shit.

Well this is just something I did while I got the idea in my head, I may continue it, or I may not.

That all depends on you guys that review, because if I don't get reviews ill be like

'fuck this, if no ones wants to take up a minute of their time to say something about it, then why the hell should I waste who knows how long even typing these things'

So just review, or no more chapters.

And yeah, I'm not really all cheery right now, but I hope to be back to normal soon. Being pissed off all the time isn't a lot of fun

That includes all my stories, except the one that's done. That would be Bellatrixs mistake or something, I cant even remember.