Forgiven. (A Harry Potter fan-fic.)

Disclaimer! Anything you recognize from Harry Potter is not mine! It all belongs to the amazing J. K. Rowling!

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Forgiven. 

Chapter 1.

"It's time to leave, you get only one chance." The man in front of me seemed to be saying I completely ignored him though. I was being dragged through the dank cold stone halls of azkaban, I saw the weary confused face of my best friend Bellatrix Black. 'I will be back for you.' I mouthed and she grinned like a maniac she knew I would make good on that promise.

I was chucked out of the stone archway they call a door there was a small boat floating atop the water and I stared at it that one small rickity boat was my key to freedom I would never be free until I left this reatched island. 

I stepped onto the boat and settled in comfortably the boat lurched forward and I sucked in the fresh crisp morning air, oh how sweet it smelt. After half an hour the boat pulled out of the mist uncasing me and the sunlight blinded me the boat lurched to a stop and I staggered out of the boat. 

My face was a mask of no emotion as I rejoined society after fifteen long years trapped in that hell hole called a prison. My fingers tingled with magic as I thought about my freedom. Oh how sweet it is. 

I laughed as the magic flowed through my body. Those bloody charms disabling all magic no longer able to quench my power. I appearated to the old Grimmuald place I lived in, before I was discovered that is I had never seen Regulus Black in Azkaban and I prayed he was still alive. 

I strode down the street and looked at the gap between number eleven and number thirteen Grimmuald place number tweelve dissapeared to normal eyes I didn't have normal eyes I strode right up to it and the building unfolded and rose from the ground before my very eyes. 

I walked up the steps and opened the door, the place looked as if it where deserted but I knew better then that the dust had been cleared away and the curtians where covering the portrait of Regulus's mother that meant someone she didn't want here was here. 

My eyes scanned every detail of the house compairing it to how the house was before I got taken to Azkaban. I saw a coat rack that wasn't there before and it accomidated a few scragally worn out coats that could only belong to someone who didn't posses large amounts of money no one was like that before and I decided there where people living here now that where not welcome to the most sacred, noble and proud house of Black meaning I also would not be welcome here like I was before my sentence. 

Me being who I was walked through the house dissabling all the protective charms that could only be the work of Alistor Moody and the great Albus Dumbledore himself and I knew I had found the base for the order of the pheinox my master would be proud to hear of my finding. 

But what had become of the beloved Regulus Black? 

I strode confidently through the house and into the the kitchen, I heard soft breathing and knew the fools in the house would try to ambush me, fools they are. "Kretcher!" I called and the house elf instently appeared beside me. "Mistress! Oh how glad Kretcher is to see the mistress." He said his voice scratchy like he had only vaugly used it recently. "Kretcher where is Regulus?" I asked the elf kneeling beside him. The elf started crying and my chest constricted painfully. "Master Regulus is gone!" Kretcher sobbed and curled into a fatal position and I breathed in, my breath faltering I wouldn't cry I knew that, I had never shown an ounce of emotion when it wasn't wanted.

"Kretcher come off the floor." I said kindly the elf looked at me his eyes shining with tears. I leaned closer to the elfs ear and whispered ever so softly. "Take me away from these people waiting to harm me." I whispered and the elf nodded his huge bat like ears flapping. He grabbed my hand and with a crack I had dissappearated with the elf we appeared in a little run down shack and Kretcher looked around.