Harry was led to his room, not saying anything else. He was allowed to get settled, or rather, to see what they had for him, before Tim came to get him for dinner. Harry looked up at his new... brother... before standing pulling his shirt back on, and following. Tim hated the way his new little brother's back looked. It was covered in scars, and welts, and he was sure that none of them came from that old man he was sharing a cell with. He walked Harry down to the family dining room, and sat down. Harry did the same, sitting at the foot of his seat. Tim didn't say anything, not wanting to upset Harry, just in case. Harry didn't mind him as much, he wasn't that bad. Just, he wasn't Fenrir. He missed Fenrir, that old wolf had kept the dementors at a reasonable distance. Helped him stay warm... Harry hated the cold, he was always cold... but, Fenrir said he was young. His body would recover... Harry wasn't sure, but he was happy to give it a chance. He knew he couldn't go back to Hogwarts... he would miss Hermione, and Ron, and Neville... he would his the friends he'd made, but he couldn't go back. Maybe he could go to a different school, or maybe he'd get his magic stripped, the guards talked about it. It was a terribly painful process, but... sometimes it's what happened.
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Harry's found family
FanfictionHarry was 12 when they shipped him off to Azkaban. They did it under trumped up charges, he really didn't hurt anyone, but even the cat... Still, he spent two months there, before a muggle randomly found him. No one knows how, or why, but said muggl...
