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Harry glared at the plexiglas window between himself at the people he had once considered his friends and family blocking him from hearing the conversation in the other room. The Weasleys and Dumbledore sat perfectly at ease in the high backed metal chairs inside the room, while Hermione Granger sat in tears on the end along with a depressed Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Currently the messy haired you was dressed all in orange, with a serial number across his heart while heavy shackles chained his feet and arms.

"Hermione, I don't know why you are so upset." Ron was saying as passively as possible from the other side of the table. "You knew there was a possibility of Potter going dark when I explained about to you about his past. Cedric's murder is just the proof of what I've been telling you." The red headed git said as reassuringly as possible. "Harry killed Cedric Diggory and tried to blame You-Know-Who and Pettigrew. Dumbledore has monitors for if You-Know-Who ever tried to regain his body and none of them went off. Potter is lying."

"If he's lying than why did we have to bring him all the way to the states, huh Ronald?" Hermione demanded rising from her chair. "If Harry is nothing more than a cold blooded murderer like you say than why an Insane Asylum across the ocean and not Azkaban?" The frizzy haired witch questioned turning her attention on Dumbledore. "And why are you just sitting there letting it happen! Harry has never done anything wrong! Well, he has broken school rules, but only to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or save someone's life!"

"How dare you speak to the Headmaster that way?" Molly shrieked rising from her seat at the table. "That little prat has murdered someone! It isn't the Headmaster's fault that the boy turned out the way he had! We should have listened to the Dursleys, they knew the brat longer than any of us, they knew the true measure of him."

"We cannot risk Harry being sent to Azkaban." Dumbledore said, addressing Hermione and ignoring Molly Weasley's outburst. "Harry is still seen as an icon to many in the wizard world. If he was placed in Azkaban there is a good chance that he would have supporters rising in the streets to over throw the ministry. That must not be allowed to happen." The aged wizard sighed and in so doing showed his many advanced years. "The way Harry is going it is possible he could escape from Azkaban and start a following greater than any Dark Wizard in history. It is far safer for him to be here."

"Well then, Headmaster," Hermione spat the title out as though it was a curse. "Consider this my notice for departure from Hogwarts." The brown haired girl said stand and walking away from the table toward the door. "I refuse to be anywhere were people can condemn others to life in an insane asylum or prison for something they have absolutely no proof he did." Her brown eyes narrowed before she stepped out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Opening the door to the room Harry was in she burst into tears at the sight of her friend and rushed to envelope him in one of her bone crushing hugs. "Harry! I don't know what to do. They won't listen to reason it's as though they're stuck believing whatever it is that Fudge wants them to believe and there isn't anything I can do about it." She cried as she clutched onto the lapels of his orange jumpsuit. "What do I do Harry?"

"Hermione, reach into my left pocket." The messy haired boy said in a whispering voice. It was harsh and gruff from lack of use. Dumbledore himself had silenced Harry at the boy's trial, not allowing him to speak for the next several days. The old man must have thought it was still holding strong and keeping Harry from saying his piece. "There's a letter for the Goblins in there, signed in my blood so they'll know it is authentic. They'll transfer all the Potter funds into a separate account for me with a different name. Make sure you get there before Dumbledore does."

Hermione clung to the Boy-Who-Lived tightly, not letting the nearly fifteen year old boy go. Her frizzy hair was keeping her and Harry's faces from being seen by those who would come through the door. "Do you think that's why they are doing this? Just so they can get some gold out of a vault?"

"I have no idea, but I wouldn't put it past them to try while I'm locked up." Harry answered quietly as he kissed Hermione's forehead. "You will always be my best friend Hermione. Ron was way too impressed with the Boy-Who-Lived, but you saw through all that. Leave Hogwarts, I don't trust Dumbledore or the Weasleys anymore. Go to Beauxbatons and get in good with some of those foreign speaking boys you like so much." He smiled sadly as he felt Hermione's hand slip into his shackled palm.

"Don't worry Harry; I'll do everything I can." She whispered kindly as she took the paper and shoved it into her bra. "There now no one can get it from me." She said with a cheeky grin before wiping her face and staring at her best friend. "I'm going to miss you Harry." She said the tears streaming down her face once more before she gave him a tight hug and headed for the door. Looking back as she opened the door she gave him a slight smile and a wave before closing the heavy metal door behind her.

"Intelligent maneuvering," a gruff voice said from behind Harry causing him to nearly jump out of his seat. Turning his head quickly his green eyes landed on an imposing figure dressed in solid black. The man was wearing some sort of muggle armor, with pointed bat wings and a long flowing cape down his back. "It's always best to have your ducks in order before you go away for a while."

"I won't be here for long." Harry said turning to look at the people he had once thought he'd known again. "They'll come for me eventually. Either they'll come to take me back and fix the mess they created when they realize I'm right and the body count is rising, or He'll come to kill me personally." The fourteen year old said with a simple shrug, causing the chains to rattle where they lay. "Either way, two years tops how long I'll be trapped in here."

The dark figure moved to stand next to the young boy and gripped the boy's shoulder. A sudden flare of pain shot through his head, as images raced through his mind. He saw another man with messy brown hair rising from a pit of green liquid, his body rejuvenated, his green eyes glaring outward in madness as his muscles were taught. The hair over his ears was white and a crazed beard jutted down along his jaw bone.

The white irises of his cowl turned to star at the boy beside him even as he released his shoulder. There was something wrong going on here. He hadn't had a flash like that in ages and it always had something to do with magic. That was the last thing Gotham needed was a magic user in Arkham Asylum. "I need to talk to someone." The man in a bat costume said as he swept the door, seemingly ignoring the people in the other room as they also began to leave. "You gave it two years," he said pausing at the door and turning to look at the teenager, "I'll try and shorten that expectation a bit if you really are innocent."

"Gee, thanks for dropping by and telling me who you were." Harry said sarcastically as he tried to adjust to get comfortable. Irritably he shook his chains, not really certain what he was hoping for. After all, Arkham wouldn't be so bad, not after the Dursleys anyway.

Suddenly the door to the room opened again and in stepped an older man, wearing a brown business suit, black shirt, and black shoes. His leather brown belt was nearly hidden against the color of his clothing. "Mr. Potter, the first sign of madness is always talking to yourself." The man said, his long white hair, which hung to the middle of his back, swaying in a ponytail. "I am Doctor Liedermyer, your personal psychiatrist while you are in Arkham." The old man said holding out his hand. When Harry raised his eyebrow and looked down at the shackles the man chuckled. "Right, right, I forgot about those. Very well, let's get you settled in your room and then we'll give you the tour."

Harry stood and followed the doctor out of the room smirking at his jingled his chains hoping to make it sound like a song. "I do believe you'll get along well with some of our other patients Mr. Potter, they enjoy making as much racket as possible when they show up as well." Doctor Leidermyer stated kindly as he pulled a card from his pocket and swiped it over a scanner on next to a steel door without a doorknob.

As the door whooshed open Harry was led into a massive room filled with people sitting at tables and playing cards or watching television. Some had far away stares and jumped at small noises like Harry's uncle had when he first got his Hogwarts letter. Others shook with fear in the corners, their hands up over their heads as though shielding themselves from some unknown terror. "This is our recreation room for low threat patients. Many have been driven insane by the more unusual patients whenever they escape. Many are from the recently returned former Doctor, Jonathon Crane, the self titled, Scarecrow."

Harry stared in shock as one of the men began to scream violently and begin tearing at his own eyes. Two orderlies rushed toward him tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms. Doctor Leidermyer rushed toward a large red button under a glass case and pulled a key from his pocket. Turning it he opened the case and pushed the button. Almost instantly a team of orderlies and guards rushed into the room with a gurney and strapped the man down. "Fear Toxin is a deadly gas that makes one see his worst fears, Mr. Potter." Leidermyer said as he returned to Harry's side. "The Scarecrow's own design, he's one of the more dangerous villains you need to keep an eye out for."

The young wizard shook his head, trying to rid himself of the horrible scene that had played out in front of his mind. "You though, are a special case. Tried for murder and found insane, those are a bit deeper in." The doctor said as he slid the card again and they stepped into an elevator. The white haired man pushed a button with a weird symbol on it, a black bat on a yellow button, and smiled at Harry. "We usually keep this level secured for the more troublesome patients, however your chart said you needed as much watching as possible, so you'll be on this floor as well."

"Wow, roomy." Harry stated as he saw the size of the cells. They were easily each as large as the Dursley's living room. As he walked along he saw a man in one cell with one side of his face horribly burned, and the hair on that end sticking up oddly. It was everything the young boy had not to puke at the sight. Next to that cell was an attractive blond woman with her hair falling into her face, sitting on her cot while a ventriloquist dummy sat on her lap chatting his head off.

"Harvery 'Two-Face' Dent the former Gotham D.A. and Peyton Riley 'The Ventriloquist'," Leidermyer said kindly as though introducing Harry to a few old friends. "And here we have The Joker, real name unknown." He said motioning toward a clown in a cell. It took some staring on Harry's part but he realized the man's skin was really that white, and his lips didn't have lipstick or anything else on them, and his hair was green. "The Joker fell into a vat of chemicals fighting Batman back when he was the Red Hood; he came back looking like the figure you see before you."

The next cell held a beautiful older woman, laying upside down her cot with her feet on the wall and chewing bubblegum while playing with a doll of the clown next to her cell. "Dr. Harleen Quinzel, former psychiatrist, was driven insane by the Joker and became his lover and partner in crime." The doctor said continuing to walk along leaving a chained up Harry to chase after him. "Pamela Lillian Isley, Poison Ivy to others, she is a botanist, toxicologist, and extremist for Environmentalism and Feminism."

"Is that really a reason to have her locked up in an insane asylum? Wouldn't someone like that do better in prison?" Harry asked while he looked at the doctor in confusion.

"Normally, you would be correct, Mr. Potter, however, Miss Isley believes the plants can talk to her, and enjoys feeding anyone she desires to large carnivorous plants." The doctor said calmly as he lead Harry to the next cell and ran his card over the scanner, opening it. "This will be your cell. Everything you need will be provided for you, simply give me a list the next time I see you, which should be tomorrow at four o'clock."

Grabbing a key from his breast pocket Doctor Leidermyer undid the shackles holding Harry, and motioned for him to enter the cell. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why exactly did you bring me up here personally without guards? And why tell me everything about the other patients. Doesn't that break Doctor/Patient confidentiality?"

"Mr. Potter, everything I told you is already widely known by the general public, so have no fear about any confidentiality. Anything said in session is kept strictly between us." Leidermyer said jovially before grabbing the door and smiling. "And why I didn't bring security along is because, well, even I could stop you from breaking out. There's really no harm in it." The doctor said chuckling before seeing Harry's unamused face. "Very well, we were monitored the entire time by hidden cameras, and," the doctor pointed up to where Harry could just barely see feet walking by on a catwalk, "I did have security with us the entire time except for when we were on the elevator."

As the doctor closed Harry's cell door, leaving only a clean front glass wall for Harry to see out of, the young boy sighed and collapsed onto his cot. Truth being told, other than not seeing Hermione again, he didn't really mind being cooped up in here. Free meals, no manual labor unless you were being punished, T.V. when you're in the recreation room and probably a gym somewhere as well. Hell, this place didn't even have Dementors. It would be a cake walk up into Voldemort showed up.

Smiling to himself, Harry let his head fall onto his pillow, quite happy to let sleep over take his tired, jet lagged body.

A/N My first story, YAY! Please review and tell me what you think.