Harmione

Chapter Two

In Azkaban

Harry laid down, hearing the screams of the prisoners in other cells, he was the only prisoner who wasn't screaming even though he had the right to do so, everyday Dementors came to him and sucked out every happy memory of his friends, his parents, his life leaving him with the despair when no more happy memories were there, he was more than sure that he couldn't cast a strong patronus.
But who needs a patronus, when there ain't no happy memories for Dementors to suck out?

With the Dementors gone and no prisoners around to watch, Harry tried magic without a wand, and within months he was more than fond of it, but still his new and developed magic could not penetrate these Prison walls without a wand and he couldn't risk everything while trying.

He was now a completely different man, he was.....to say powerful than before having mastered wandless magic but he was still with a broken mind,a broken heart and a broken life and obviously no wand. It's been 14 years now in Azkaban,fourteen years since all of it happened, Voldemort was never defeated with the Chosen One behind bars, he was winning....

Harry shredded tears and wept 14 years ago, when he realized that his family didn't care for him, that his loved ones just forgot him, that his best mate ditched him.. but that was 14 years ago, this time Harry wouldn't be blinded by this 'love' and 'friendship' theory, and come to think of it, Voldemort was right back in the Department of Mysteries, Love is for the weak....

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In Hogwarts

The battle has been raging for 14 years now, innocent and not so innocent wizards and witches killed on both sides. It was becoming even harder to hide it from the muggles, honestly who could hide the fact that a noseless Dark Lord came up and killed the Presidents of many countries?. It was never this bad when a certain Harry Potter was around, the world had hope then, but it was torn away from the world everybody bloody assumed that Harry Potter turned Dark.

Hogwarts, the only place safe from the death eaters for now. It stopped being a school and started to be battle grounds 10 years ago. It was now Magical Britain's last strong hold against the coming darkness. They had no allies to speak of at least not ones who were alive, give or take a few. The other wizarding countries had long since cut their ties with Hogwarts and it's battle, that guaranteed death if you poked your nose in it.

They claimed that Britain had become too corrupt, that it no longer cared about justice. It had become no secret that it was common occurrence to sentence prisoner without trail, or the right to defend themselves.

As Ron gazed around the room he was reminded of how much things had changed since he grew up in the castle.

He, Albus, Snape, Hermione, Minerva, Fudge, Remus and a couple of aurors were the only chance that the wizarding world had against the darkness, add to that some of the dead bodies including the most innocent and harmless like Luna Lovegood, who had died ranting with Granger that Harry was innocent, Luna's rants weren't gone unnoticed by the others, the Minister's orders got her killed soon enough, once again assuming that she was under the Imperius by Potter.

The Ministry was useless. True, they had finally acknowledged the return of he-who-must-not-be-named but it was too little too late. The only thing that kept fucking Fudge in office was the fact that he had been the first to catch on to what Potter was doing which is nothing short of lies.