okey before we begin i want you to know i kind of took a big chunk of the story and altered it seeing it didn't completely southe my needs accordingly so Baronvonblack i'm verry sorry and mean no offence i by the way have no rights to the harry potter story xd so don't sue i'm already a very poor sixteen year old T-T
Two hundred and forty four…two hundred and forty five…."
Harry Potter pumped harder as the cold feeling started to overwhelm him again. The dementors were dropping by for a snack, how quaint.
"You know these are very difficult calculations Har…"
"Shut up." Harry grunted, "You know as well as I do that the best way to keep them out is to occupy the mind with something else. That just happens to be exercise; you can plot and plan after they've gone again. Two seventy eight…"
Harry was sure he heard the voice in his head harrumph but it didn't say anything else so he concentrated on pushing the memories away. The horrors of the war had been bad enough the first time around. Having to relive them on a daily and sometimes hourly basis had not been the original plan.
But then none of this had been in the original plan. That bastard Dumbledore had to go and kick the bucket before his research was finished leaving Harry stuck in prison. No one seemed to remember that he had just saved the wizarding world from Voldemort or that he had even done it with minimal collateral damage. No, he was a threat now so it was ok to drop him in prison and forget about him.
In all honesty Harry didn't blame the common folk, they were just sheep and he didn't blame the government because they were expected to be dishonest. Thankfully most of Harry's friends were dead so he couldn't blame them for not doing anything about it that is except for the Weasel ofcourse and his little whore sister taking all his fortune!! Also that left Dumbledore. He had made grand promises of tireless research and experimentation until Harry was 'safe' again. Considering he was the reason Harry was in Azkaban in the first place, being the one who found the final solution for Voldemort, helped execute it, then suggested Harry be 'contained' on the island fortress when things didn't go right. If he weren't already dead Harry would strangle that annoying twinkle right out of the old man's eyes, even without old Voldy in his head.
The cold aura of the dementors grew stronger until they were right outside the door bathing in Harry's memories. He made it a point to flip them the bird while continuing his pushups on one arm. As usual they didn't respond and after five minutes that felt more like five hours they dispersed to their posts around the prison.
Harry let out a sigh and dropped onto the chilly floor. Goosebumps broke out over his arms as he let his mind relax and fade into the numbness that occupied him most of the time.
"How are those calculations coming?" Harry asked the floor.
"Very well, I think we'll be out of here soon." Voldemort replied.
"Good, I'm sick of this prison food and the birds are wising up to me." Harry's mouth began to drool a bit at the thought of a fresh seagull. He had already eaten all the ones stupid enough to come anywhere near the island.
Thanks to sharing a body with Voldemort and room with a window he could eat fairly well. For whatever reason the guards hadn't thought to put a vaporization spell on the window like they had on the door. The last time Harry had tried to summon a loaf of bread from another cell it had disintegrated. Dumbledore had obviously warned the staff that his power would increase exponentially with Voldemort in him and for once the old man had been right. Simple wandless spells could work even under the oppressive aura of the dementors.
"Stop thinking about seafood, we'll have a proper meal once we're out of this bloody prison. You're making me hungry, I can't even eat!" Harry shrugged off the whine in V's voice.
