A/N: Uhh...yeah, this plot line thingy has been drifting around in my head for the past few days when I was stuck in bed and I thought I'll write it out instead of spending ANOTHER 3 days sleeping. =.= ummm...I don't own Harry Potter or anything else you may recognize, and uhh if there's any inconsistency within this chapter, I blame it on how delirious I was when I wrote it. And I'm too lazy to go bck and re-read it. ^.^ Oh which brings up another point. I'm a very lazy person with a very limited internet connection so TBR means to be researched and yeahh. ^^ Oh and any spelling mistakes please tell me and review please. Tell me what you don't like and what you liked. I'll try and improve. =3

It was cold. That much he was aware of. It was always cold, ever since the first time he was unceremoniously thrown in here. He can't believe he ever trusted the old twinkling eyed manipulative barmy codger. See if he'll every trust an adult again.

Another dementor floated past his cell door, barely sparing a glance inwards this time. It actually seem to be in quite a hurry, now what could make a dementor rush?

Wallowing in self pity and his own thoughts, Harry did not notice the stranger leaning casually against the bars of his cell, black hair and clothes blending in perfectly with her surroundings. It was after a while when he looked up again, surprised that a dementor has yet to revisit him, so it was with a loud startled shout when he saw the pair of intense blue eyes studying him.

"W…who are you?" he stammered, staring at the girl.

"Me? I'm no one important. Although I must admit, I'm most annoyed that you caused me to loose a bet with my sister."

"Why should I care?"

"You shouldn't, cept you're the one wallowing in self pity. Don't you think you should use this time for something more productive?" Getting no response from Harry who remained glaring at her, she snorted and threw her hands up in the air in an exasperated fashion. "Whatever! Wallow in self pity for all I care. I'm outta here!" she turned on her heel and without a backwards glance stalked away, muttering profanities the entire time under her breath.

But somehow her words managed to strike a chord within Harry. He stopped thinking about all the things that went wrong in his life, instead focusing on analysing himself and his magic, and what he found, displeased him…a lot.

Once you look at it, it wasn't that hard to see how he had been manipulated. In first year, how could Dumbledore not notice Voldemont possessing the body of a professor? Second year with the basilisk, third year with Sirius…this brought up another point. As the Supreme Mugwamp, shouldn't he have more than enough power and influence to push for a trail for Sirius? Instead of just letting him rot away in Azkaban. Fourth year came the Triwizard tournament, how could he not have noticed that Moody, and old friend of he's, was acting oddly? Fifth year, he was ignored by Dumbledore, who let Umbridge torture him with blood quills and threats of the curiactious curse. And then there was the loss of Sirius. Not to mention, how could Molly Weasley had forgotten the platform number? Not only did she go there herself, but she had five other kids already attending. It was so clear, oh so clear how easily he had been manipulated by everyone. And lets not get started on his so called friends.

As he settled down to meditate, his thoughts went once again to that strange girl. Who were she and what was she doing in Azkaban? Not to mention how was it that the dementors didn't affect her? Pushing away those thoughts for now, Harry was soon settled in his meditative trance; unaware that he was glowing a deep white colour or that he was being watched again.

It was five hours after when he finally awoke from his trance. So deeply entrenched in studying the bountiful of colours that is his core, and also shielding his mind from Voldemont has taken a lot of him, leaving him tired, sore and hungry. Not that he'll get any food soon.

Almost as if in answer to his prayers, a packet of potato chips was thrown towards him from the direction of the cell bars. A commanding voice calling out, "Here, you'll need them."

He looked up once again at the strange girl that had visited him last time. This time, he had a chance to take a closer look at her. The fact that she wasn't standing shrouded in shadows helped as well. She was about his age, maybe a bit older. She also appeared to be pretty tall, with long black hair and the coldest, most striking blue eyes he's ever seen. He also noticed that she's wearing muggle clothing, casual jeans and a singlet, his curiosity was now officially spiked.

"W…who are you? And why are you helping me?" he stammered.

"Isolde Swift, Potter, nice to meet you. As for why I'm helping you, well, its pretty obvious that trial of yours was a total farce, and intelligence tells us that you're innocent. So, I'd rather the wizarding world hero, Gryffindor's boy wonder does not become insane during his brief stint in Azkaban." The girl answered, after a very long pause where Harry had been afraid she'll leave again.

What happened next shocked him deeply. Without even giving him a chance to formulate a response to her small explanation, she suddenly appeared in the cell next to him.

"W…What are you doing?"

"Oh relax Potter, I'm not gonna jump you." She showed him a book titled "How to become an Animagus in five easy steps", "That is one of the books I'd like you to read in your spare time, get the theory and that shit right via your meditation and all. And here's the rest."

Harry merely gaped at all the books. There was "Mystical creatures and where to find them", "Arthimancy for beginners", "The wonders of runic magic". "10 000 spells to embarrass your enemy", "Basic enhancement potions", "Potions and their theory", "The wonders of plants", "So you're a wizard are you?", "Pureblood etiquette", "Wizarding law and its customs", "Duelling for masters", "So you think you're charming?", "Magic and its heritage", "The theory behind magic", "The Potter Family", "The mind arts".

"You…you can't expect me to read all this! Its too much! I'm not Hermione!" he stammered, staring incredulously at Isolde.

"You're in Azkaban with nothing better to do. Deal with it. I suggest you read the potions books first. If you can adequately explain the theory behind different enhancement potions, then I will brew a memory enhancement potion, a comprehension understanding potion, a nutrition potion and a photographic memory potion. Only if you answer all my questions correctly. After that, I would prefer you to read on about magic theory first and then you can decide the order of what you read, but all your books must be read, understood Potter?"

"I…uh…yeah ok. When will you be back for the potions?" he asked, once his mouth has caught up again with his mind.

"In 3 months time. That should be more than enough for you to study those books. Later Potter." In a flash of light, the strange girl, Isolde disappeared again.

Harry sighed, but nonetheless, it was a good deal and she was right. He had nothing better to do aside from reading, and at least they would help him in the future.

It was a very few long month for Harry. Not only did he read the two potions book, but he also set out a strict fitness regime for himself, involving push ups, sit ups and weights – with the books substituting as the weights.

The potions book was ok although they could be better, and the fitness regime left him so tired he couldn't dream. Although, for some reason, the dementors seemed to be leaving him alone now, was it something to do with the girl? He promised himself he'll ask next time.

At exactly 7 o'clock, although Harry was unaware of the time, the girl reappeared at his cell door. "Well Potter? You ready?"

Harry gaped at her, "How do you do that?"

"Now that frankly is none of your business. Now if you don't mind, kindly explain to me the differences between (TBR)" she replied, flicking her hair back over her shoulder, showing off a small black kitten curled up on her shoulder with the same striking blue eyes as her.

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"Very good Potter." She materialised in his cell again, "Your potions, and more books for your perusal. I see you've also started a fitness regime, good. Keep it up, you'll need it."

"W...what?" He stammered out, only because of his seeker reflexes did he manage to catch those vials. Staring down at the amount of books once again deposited in front of him in a heap. There was titles covering everything from household charms, wizarding history to the sword arts, some titles include; "Wielding a dagger" "Arts of the Sumari." "So you want to learn akido" "The muscles of the human body" "Herbs and their uses" "Dark Lords and Ladies of the Century." "The Arts".

"They are books for you to read over in the next two months, then I will come again. It shall be easier for you once you have digested those potions. I recommend drinking them before your sleep. And work on your occulmency Potter, its horribly constructed." She sniped back, sometimes enunciating her words as if she's talking to a small child.

Harry glared, he did not like being talked to as if he was a small child, and she was starting to remind him of Snape. Greasy Git. "Fine whatever. Why don't you piss off if I'm so retarded."

He didn't even have time to blink before he was pressed hard against the wall, the kitten having jumped onto his makeshift bed, and he blinked, staring into ice blue eyes which was burning with such a ferocity he wished he could take back his words.

"One would think you knew better than to bite the hand that's feeding you. Or in my case, keeping you sane and helping you learn the means to survive this meaningless war. Do not talk to me like that ever again Potter, for I will not come back. Do you think it's my duty to help you? The Golden Boy. I do what I damn well want, and currently I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart" The cat snorted. "Its your choice. I'm coming back in two months. Make up your mind before then. I'm not wasting anymore of my time than necessary." She whispered, her cold, indifferent tone sending goose bumps down his arms and neck. "Come Lil, we're going." She ordered her kitten, which once again jumped onto her shoulder and together, they disappeared. As if they were never there to begin with. Almost as if they were just another mirage of his imagination, if not for the shivers that currently ransack his body from the cold way she spoke to him.

It was quite a long while before he got himself under control again. "Potter your retard." He cursed himself out loud. Isolde was right. She didn't even know him and she was helping him, in Azkaban no less. He promised himself that next time he saw her, he would apologize, but for now, what else to do but read those books. Starting with the Occulmency book first.

Two months later, at 7 o'clock again, Isolde once again reappeared outside his cell bars. He wasn't so startled this time, having felt her aura a few seconds ago, but then he stared when her aura disappeared again. He openly gaped at her, occulmency lessons be damned. "W...what the hell?"

She smirked, "Ahh you've gotten to the aura book haven't you? Learning to conceal your aura is something you will soon learn, it will be necessary. I extended mine a bit to get through the wards." She remarked, running her eyes up and down his figure. "Good you've been working on your fitness. How's your stamina?"

"Uhh...dunno...I can't really run around in this cell." He replied, staring open mouthed at what Isolde was wearing. She had on a long white one shoulder dress, with small cream designs along the edges. A slit up the side of her dress showed off long lean legs, and her long hair was done up in what seemed to be complicated do, with a diamond headdress aligning on top.

She smirked smugly, "Geesh Potter. Never seen a girl in a dress before?" she asked, her expression pulling into a teasing sneer.

"W...why are you dressed like t...that?" he managed to stammer out, trying to tear his eyes away from those sinful legs.

"To take you home of course."

"But I'm in Azkaban."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah Potter, I sorta noticed that already. Y'know, what with sifting through the wards and chasing the dementors away. Home as in my home, where one hour here equals to one day there. Although you still need to come back here for four hours each day so that the wards will still mark you as here."

He felt as if his jaw will permanently remain attached to the ground due to his shock. "U...uh ok, when do we...ahh...leave?"

"Right now."

He barely had time to register the mischievous smirk on Isolde's face – which frankly didn't look as out of place as he would've thought – which lightened up her entire face so she didn't look as scary as usual. Lights of colours assaulted his eyes, earth smells penetrating his nose, and as he blinked warily as he landed on firm ground, the back of his mind noticed that the small kitten was once again curled up nearby staring at him through intelligent blue eyes.

"Wow. Where is this place?" he asked, staring with more than a little awe at the magnificent manor before him.

"Welcome to my humble home." Isolde replied, gesturing with a flourish, a teasing grin on her face. The small kitten by her side glared at its owner, its intense blue eyes seemed almost human like in its wisdom.

"Humble? Bloody hell!"

"Language Potter, c'mon time to meet the family and then we can finally begin your training." She smirked back smugly, once again grabbing his hand and disappearing together in a vortex of lights leaving a rather disgruntled kitten behind.