Random one-shots / story ideas

Azkaban

So this is a random au that I thought of for Harry Potter I'm probably going to change it into a full story at some point but for now this is all it is
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so I'll give a brief summary / explanation of this idea
Also for anyone who would think Harry Potter is not mine nor am I claiming it to be I simply over analyze and read fan fiction and this is the result.
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Harry had defeated Voldemort only a year ago ( in my story he's now 18 at this point he's a different age when the actual story starts) having sunk more into depression due to his fiends trying to gather their life's together which he understands but they did not need to ignore him in the process. Harry had returned to 12 Grimmauld place after helping with the repair of Hogwarts for a year. Searching though the library Harry stumbles upon a very old necklace which had different colored beads with runes on them and in the center hung a Phoenix feather. Harry put on the necklace which then made him feel like he was using a port key/ apparition. When he arrived in the alternate universe( which he doesn't know for a while but eventually figures out) he is arrested for a reason I have yet to work out. Harry is put into to Azkaban until ... (this is where the story begins this is sort of a Tom Riddle/ Harry Potter story but it might not be evident in this one-shot idea but Harry's 26 when the fic starts )
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Silence
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That was probably the best and worst part of Azkaban. Though he thought it was worse when it was interrupted. The screams of other prisoners or the occasional visitor. He thought visitors where worse they only reminded him of the world he will never be able to see again. The silence he had grown so used to was broken again and again over the past ... ho-....da-.....we-....he had lost track of time very quickly but he knew the visitors had been here for a long time. It seemed the visitors where visiting..heh.. of course they were busting but they seemed to be visiting everyone. It was also odd that he hadn't seen a dementor in a while... only live guards... he thought there was no live guards.... well you learn new things everyday!.

He blinked awake as footsteps approached his cell... room... prison... he didn't really know what to call it. But he did know that the footsteps seemed to have stopped out side his cell. Looking up from his thoughts he looked towards the visitors. They were blurry it was probably since he didn't have his glasses ... since when had he needed glasses?. One of the blurry shapes the one closest to him spoke to the others with out looking at them.. that was rude... right. He didn't catch most of what he was saying but it sounded sort of like ".... is ... name ........crime.... ho-..... long?". Another blurry shape and this time he caught the whole sentence "it says his crime was ... umm ... my lord ?". It was an odd conversation really Harry had no idea what he was talking about but the closest blurry shape must be 'my lord' since he answered "what is it Lucius?". Who he assumed to be Lucius was only able to stumble out an answer "it doesn't state his name or crime only a description of him and how long he's been in here which is eight years".
Eight years... was that really how long he had been in here?... it didn't feel like eight years it felt much longer. The blurry shape closest to him bent down to his level to which he would have been staring into the strangers eyes if he could see. As well if he could see he would have saw the widening of the other's eyes but he did not.

"What is your name?" The voice that spoke came from the blurry man closest to him and he felt weirdly compelled to tell him. As he opened his mouth to tell him only a soft grunt came out at his attempt to speak. He tried again and again but eventually the blurry figure held up a hand with what he thought was a glass of water. Reaching for the 'water' he downed the glass with in seconds gasping for breath when he was done he handed the empty glass back to the blurry shape. Licking his lips the water had tasted a little weird but when he attempted to speak again he found he could.

"I.. i .. t-..th-..think my n-...name .. is .. Harry" he said uncertain but the blurry what he assumed was a man seemed to be happy with his answer.

"Could you tell me why your are here?" The man asked pleasantly.
Harry looked at man why was he here then the fragments came to him.
"They just threw me in here!" He cried "I don't know why I was only asking for help I was lost... and then next I know I'm in here.. I only did what they asked.." Harry threw himself at the bars and by extension the man suddenly desperate to convince them of his innocence.
"And what did they ask of you?" The man asked the calmness in his voice did nothing to settle his desperation.
"I killed him.. just like they asked... just like they told me to.. I killed... I killed Voldemort just like they asked...!" Harry yelled and unbeknownst to him the other blurry shapes behind the man tensed.
"How did you kill Voldemort?" The man asked his voice edged on on the word Voldemort.
"I did it .. just like they told me to I killed him I did it they said to.."as Harry paused no one he knew could say Voldemort even his followers had called him their lord only he had dared to call him by his name. "... but this is not ... not here ... I didn't... here.. he's still alive ... he's not dead ... I couldn't have killed him here." Harry mumbled

"Well I sure do hope you haven't murdered Voldemort.."the stranger and answered his not asked question.

"Why?" Harry asked innocently unaware of who he was speaking to.

"Well Harry I am right here not really dead."The man .. Voldemort said.

"Huh I guess this really isn't home.."Harry mumbled almost incoherently.

Voldemort stood back up and turned his back on Harry to look at the other blurry people.
"We shall continue this tomorrow, accommodate the others who where released and after you unlock Harry's cell you are free to do so. Voldemort commanded his what Harry assumed to be followers as they did what they were told Harry could hear their footsteps echoing thought out the prison halls. Voldemort turned back to Harry and pushed the door open waiting for Harry to get up. Which Harry did by crawling over towards Voldemort grabbing his sleeve and pulling himself up.

As they walked down the hall Harry had decided to hang himself on Voldemort so his head rested to his shoulder and his lips right next to Voldemort's ear.
"Hey Tom can I call you Tom I'm going to anyway since that's your name and Voldemort is so hard to say all the time but I'm tiered could you carry me?" Tom as Harry was now determined to call said nothing beside the slight tense of his shoulders when Harry had said Tom. Turned around and picked Harry up bridal style. Harry snuggled into Tom's warmth having had no boundaries before the imprisonment and being touch starved for years really hadn't helped.

So that's the end for now idk know what this was but I got it out of my brain so that pretty good
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Also not edited.