A smile twisted onto his lips. "Oh but darling brother....you expect me to be so merciful..." On that fateful night of Halloween, Dumbledore makes a fatal mistake; the wrong boy-who-lived is named. Soon after, Harry James Potter was thrown in Azkaban for no authentic reason at the age of 7. He happens to be incarcerated in the same prison cell as Bellatrix, Rodophlus, and Rabastan Lestrange. It's across from his godfather, Sirius Black, who often accesses the Lestrange's cell via his animagus form. When he is eleven years old, a single lonely brown owl shivers as it passes through the Azkaban wards. It is delivering a letter to one Harry J. Potter in Cell 777. Harry, who was trained and taught beforehand by Black and the Lestranges, recieves the letter with unsuppressed glee. He will have his revenge.

(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

After an unforgivable beating that takes an unexpected turn Harry goes crawling (literally) to the enemy and hands over his horcruxes in exchange for safety Dumbledore can't guarantee.