Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Starless night	By : Flare Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 3429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter of One pice nor do I make any profit of of them in any way.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
CHAPTER TW0

Groaning in pain Harry started to slowly wake up from the spell induced unconsciousness he had been forced into. As he did this Harry found himself highly confused as to why his right hand hurt as much as it did.

This confusion caused Harry to look down at said hand and once he did this Harry couldn't help but wonder why he was clutching Luna's bottle cap necklace so tightly. That's when everything came rushing back to him, from Luna's death, to Voldemort's demise, to his supposed best friends and mentors betrayal.

Crying out in shock Harry, once more, clutched Luna's necklace tightly to his chest. Before quickly spinning around to see just where he was; to see just where the traitors had placed him. Only to stumble and fall down in horror when he recognized the dirty, grim caked walls of Azkaban prison.

As if they had been waiting in the shadows for Harry to figure out everything the Dementors and their icy hopeless aura come pouring in once Harry seemed to understand just where he was. All of this, combined with his already badly injured completely unhealed body, caused Harry to nearly black out as a tidal wave, after tidal wave of miserable memories almost completely over took him.

Trembling and barely able to stay conscious Harry threw up the strongest wandless shield that he could; hoping to at least slightly dim the continuous torture the Dementors presents was causing him. Unfortunately, as if sensing what Harry was trying and mostly failing to do, the Dementors doubled their efforts; making Harry lose his battle with consciousness and promptly pass out.

When Harry was able to pull himself from his horrible memories that the Dementors caused him, which he somehow managed to do shortly after woke up the second time, he found, to his immense joy, that the Dementors were no longer right in front of his cell.

Pulling himself up Harry began to look around his cell. What he found both disgusted and pleased him. His cell was extremely small, and barley had room for the few things that was in it. Which happened to be a small straw bed covered in so much grim that Harry couldn't tell where the blanket and the straw bed separated from each other. Harry looking at this couldn't help but turn his head away from the sight in pure distaste. But to Harry misfortune doing this caused him to see yet another thing that had his stomach curing sickingly. Because the moment Harry turned his Head Harry saw that in the corner, that he was now facing, there was a bucket for him to use the bathroom in. A bucket that looked as if it had already been used more than once on multiple occasions. Then right beside that bucket, and boy did Harry almost lose all control and blow chunks when he saw this, was another bucket filled with what Harry knew was supposed to be his drinking water.

These are a few of the things, in his cell, that left Harry feeling disgusted and dirty as he looked at them. What pleased him about his cell really weren't numerous and they really didn't actually make him happy just glad they were there. These things were the long metal bars about five feet over his bed and the small unbreakable mirror attached to the wall.

Harry was pleased to see this things because during the war Harry had found out that having a physically fit body made using magic that much easier; it had actually made his magic flow much smoother than it had before. And even though Harry could literally feel the strong blocking wards around him stopping him from using most of his magic, he refused to let all his hard work conditioning his body to go to waste; this is what the bars would be used for. As for the mirror Harry was happy to see it, not because he was vain, but because have a mirror at hand would make caring for injuries a lot easier than it would have been without a mirror.

Harry, after looking around to see if anyone was around him, turned back towards the mirror and began to remove his torn and tattered clothing. He did this until he was standing in front of the mirror in only his boxers; looking, with a critical eye, at the numerous wounds he had.

Seeing that quite a few of injuries were still bleeding Harry started to eye his already ripped clothing. Wondering if he should just rip them apart and use them for bandages, after all they didn't cover much of him and were already bloodstained.

Harry thought on this for a couple of minutes before shaking his head in a negative fashion. He knew that no matter how ripped, or blood stained, his clothing was he would want them when it started to get colder; well colder than it already was. Which Harry knew would be happening real soon seeing as the final battle had ended near the end of fall; meaning that winter was right around the corner.

So with no bandages or anything to really stop the bleeding he was doing Harry began to curse both the fact he couldn't use magic to heal himself and the fact that the heartless back stabbers who threw him in here hadn't bother to heal him. But then Harry saw something that caused him to suddenly stop him midcurse, all of his wounds were closing; healing at a rapid and unnatural pace. Seeing this Harry felt his eyes going wide. But before he could really think about what he had just saw Harry felt a wave of exhaustion hit him and he found himself once again joining the world of unconsciousness.

Blinking rapidly Harry began to regain consciousness. As he did this Harry began to rub his now sore head from where he had hit it hard on the ground earlier. All the while thinking hard about what had caused him to lose consciousness in the first place. Once Harry remembered exactly what it was that had caused him to pass out in the first place he turned wide eyes to what had once been a shredded chest. Not really believing he was healed himself especially without a wand; which had never been heard of before. Harry slowly brought his had up to his chest and carefully traced where the wounds once were. Only, to his utter disbelieve, to find that all of the wounds were actually healed; every single one of them were completely healed without leaving a single mark on his skin to remember them by.

Normally this would have greatly confused Harry because, as far as he knew, this type of healing, was supposed to be impossible; especially when all his magic had been, and still was, completely blocked off like it was. But then Harry sat down and thought about it for a bit and could remember times when he was younger, before he had gone to Hogwarts, that he had also healed himself before; in much smaller ways then he just had but he had healed himself before.

Determined to get to the bottom of all of this, and knowing that he really wouldn't be able to rest until he got the answers he wanted, Harry sat down crossed legged on the floor; not wanting to go anywhere near that disgusting thing they dare call a bed, and started to meditate. Which happened to be something that Harry had found himself doing a lot of in the war, and was something that Harry had found made his magic easier to control.

Focusing Harry found himself at his center, where once he was there he got to witness one of the strangest, if one of the scariest, things he had ever seen; when it came to his mental plane at least. Normally Harry's mental plane was a large forest with close to a million trees made of crystal that changed color to reflect Harry's mood. Normally Harry's mental planes ground was like an emerald ocean with wild currents, that only Harry could walk upon and his mental planes sky was a pitch black whirlpool continually circling with memories only Harry could make heads or tails of; normally it would all be like that.

But the mental plane Harry now saw in front of him was far from what it normally was. The differences between what it had been and what it was now really astounded Harry and had him completely worried at to what could have happened at the same time.

What had exactly had changed in his mindscape was numerous, but the biggest change, to Harry at least, was that his mental plane no longer seemed to float atop the emerald ocean that had once made up the ground of his mindscape but was now below it.

Not that that was the only major change in his mindscape. In fact, not only had his mind scape moved from where it had been but the ocean itself had changed from a brilliant emerald color that it had been to a menacing dark red that reminded Harry eerily of blood.

The next change was yet another major one. For it seemed that Harry's mental plane no longer had the crystal tree, that had once shifted colors as they reflected Harry's moods, but a desert with sand so black it sucked in the entire surround light around it and gave off a deadly aura that seemed to warn anyone who dared tried him mind of the hidden dangers in Harry's mind; dangers that they never wanted to find but would if they trespassed any further then they already were.

Panicking slightly Harry slowly began to take in all of the changes his metal plane had gone through. Seeing them all Harry could help but close his eyes and hope that against all odd that when he opened them back up that at least one thing would of changed back and stayed the same. When this didn't happen Harry couldn't stop the cry of disappointment that fell from his lips; nor could he stop himself from throwing his head back in frustration from it all.

That is when Harry he saw that something else had also changed and that that something was his memory bank were all his memories were stored. Instead of the black whirl pool of memories, that it had been last time Harry had entered his mind, it was a water version (Remember the mental plane is now underwater) of a simple breath taking silver-white castle surrounded by the forest that used to be his mental plane. Highly confused as to what was going on Harry decided to explore his mental plane so that he could once more get used to it.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had gone into his mental plane, but all he did know was that as soon as he got out of his mental plane was that the Dementors were back; three of them standing directly in front of his cell. Struggling not to drown in the pure misery that the Dementors were causing him to feel, Harry tried to keep his mind off the screams he was now hearing as he attempted to make heads or tails of what he had found out in his mental plane.

Harry, who had been concentrating so hard on both ignoring the Dementors and figuring out what was happening with his mental plane, did not hear the door to his cell being unlocked. So he was incredible surprised when a hard punch to his jaw sent him tumbling straight to the ground.

Not knowing what was going on Harry quickly jumped to his feet ready to defend himself. Only to falter in his step and become incredibly angry when he saw just who had entered his cell. Ron Weasley, with his fist outstretched and a smug look on his overly freckled face' obviously it had been him who had punched Harry. Beside him was, the know-it-all book worm, Hermione, who had a superior look on her face as she looked down on Harry. And by far worse, in Harry's opinion, was the last one who had entered his cell last. Someone who just so happened to be looking at Harry with twinkling eyes; smiling as if he hadn't thrust a dagger in Harry's back just a day before. This someone was Albus Dumbldore, or better known as the old manipulative goat fucker and the oh so great leader of the light.

Growling in anger Harry couldn't, or perhaps he really didn't want to, stop himself from jumping on the boy he had once called a best friend and began to repeatedly punch him in the face; not noticing or not caring about the screaming that started the second he did this.

But sadly before Harry could get any real good damage in on the back stabbing traitor he was on Harry found himself blasted off Ron; by a furious witch. A witch who then proceeded to use the most powerful torture spell she knew, that wasn't illegal, on Harry; trying to get revenge on him for what she believed to be sever over reacting and unjust punishment.

Wincing slightly at the minor pain that the spell had caused him Harry got up, from where he had been blasted to by Hermione. Once Harry was fully up and was recovered from what had just happened he would have continued punching Ron if he hadn't notice that he now had two wands pointed directly at his face. That and if he didn't also notice that Ron was also beginning to bring his wand out.

Knowing that there was nothing he could do at the moment to defend himself from the wands pointed at him. Especially since he was still so badly injured, and not to mention the fact that majority of his magic was still blocked, Harry looked at the three in front of him and all but snarled out.

"What the hell do the three of you backstabbers want from me? Wasn't throwing me in this hellhole good enough for you? WASN'T IT? WASN'T IT ENOUGH THAT YOU THREW ME IN HERE AFTER NEARLY CURSING ME TO DEATH? AFTER THE FACT THAT I DELT WITH YOUR PROBLEM! WASN'T IT ENOUGH THAT WHEN YOU THREW ME IN HERE I HAD NO FUCKING CHANCE TO MORN FOR THE DEATH OF SOMEONE I THOUGT OF AS A SISTER! NO CHANCE WHAT SO EVER! ANSWER ME! WASN'T IT ENOUGH? NO? THEN WHY DON'T YOU BLOODY TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT AND FUCKING LEAVE BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH I CERTAINLY DO!" Harry by the time he had finished screaming out this was panting heavily, with a red face, as a heavy but eerie silence began cloaked the small cell he was in. A silence that was completely broken when Ron decided to quiet stupidly says; ignoring the looks he was getting warning him to remain silent as he did so.

"Yeah, well that was all done for the greater good and you need to just get over it because the world doesn't revolve around you; no matter how much you seem to think it does…" Here Ron paused and sneered at Harry before getting a really greedy look on his face and continuing; his voice sounding more pompous the Percy on his worst days as he continued talking to down to Harry.

"Oh and also now, for the greater good of the wizarding world, you need to tell us the password you gave those bloody goblins that are guarding your vault. Because they will not let us in those vaults without it and I….I deserve….I mean we desperately need that money to help…um repair yeah repair the wizarding world!" After hearing this Harry couldn't control his temper anymore, or really didn't even bother to attempt to control, as he, ignoring the wands still pointed at him, lunged at Ron intent on causing him some serious harm; or to knock some common sense in him whatever came first.

Harry after landing on the startled young man in front of him, a young man that he just so happened to want to do nothing more than to kill or at least severely maim, began to wrap one of arms around Ron's throat; while he used the other to hit Ron were ever he could reach as hard as he could in his injured state. This time Harry was able to do some serious damage to Ron before he was blasted off of him; except this time it wasn't Hermione who blasted him off of Ron but Dumbldore.

Harry after being blasted off of Ron, into a nearby wall, couldn't help but gave a small cry of pain; as the injuries he had were once again jarred or reopened by the force behind the spell that had thrown him into the wall in the first place.

A cry of pain that soon became even louder then it already was as Ron, forgetting he actually had a wand, jumped on Harry; trying to return the favor of the beating Harry had given him in the first place. Only for his plan to blow up in his face when Harry quickly and easily threw him off, despite the fact Harry was clearly only half his size, with a sharp but strong kick to the side of his head. Knocking him out could with said kick as he did so.

Hermione upon seeing this screamed loudly, sounding remarkable similar to a banshee as she did this, before running to the out cold Ron; with tears streaming freely down her face. While this was happening Dumbldore shot out a powerful binding spell at Harry; one that was completely unnecessary seeing as Harry was now completely out of energy from both the attack and defending himself that he has just done.

After hitting Harry with this spell Dumbldore began to look down at Harry with disappointment showing clearly in his now none twinkling eyes. This caused Harry to bare his teeth in a snarl at the old man who dared look at him in disappointment; as if Harry had been the one in the wrong.

This small act of defiance seemed to knock Hermione out of the hysterical state she was in. Because the next thing Harry knew was that Hermione, eyes narrowed to mere slits, had marched herself over to where Harry was still silently snarling at Dumbldore and slapped him as hard as she could; causing Harry's head to snap in the opposite direction after she had done so.

It was seeing this, and the lack of retribution soon after, that cause Hermione to realize that Harry was now magically bond and couldn't really move; or defend himself in any way. Hermione after figuring this tad bit of information out smiled darkly at, the now glaring, Harry before reaching forward once again and slapping Harry as hard as she could once more; this time on the opposite side of his face. This cause Harry to have two large slap marks one on each side of his face. Which, after looking at both marks smugly for a while, caused Hermione to look up at Harry and in a slightly taunting tone say.

"You deserve that Potter! How does it feel to be the defenseless one for once? How does it feel being the one who can't fight back? How does it feel to be on the receiving end of a hit? Doesn't feel good does it you bully! Ron was just saying that he deserves some of the money, you so greedily horded away, after putting up with you for as long as he had, and for being your friend when it nearly got him killed on several different occasions. You should just give him the password to your account; he deserves that at the very least. You shouldn't have punched him like that all when all he was doing was saying the truth Potter. He…" Here Hermione was cut off by Harry, who at this point had enough and let Hermione know this by harshly hissing out in an arctic cold tone.

"Listen up and listen good, you little miss know it all bitch, I will NOT and I repeat NOT be giving any of you the password to MY money; to MY vault. For the pure and simple fact that YOU placed me here; you betrayed me! Then you seem to think that you have some sort of right to come in here, punching me, slapping me and cursing me, before out and out demanding that give you the password to my vaults so that you can go get MY money out of them…and you say I should do this because we were friend and such go friends at that. Ha, that's a laugh and a half. I bet none of you would even be here saying all of that bull shit if you hadn't of found out that I blocked all of you from getting any of my money; from getting into my vaults period. You can bet I'm glad I did that, I had a gut feeling that I should, and boy am I glad that I listened to that gut feeling; you backstabbing bucktoothed know-it-all bitch. I'm glad I was able to stop you from getting even a knut from me. Which is something I can assure you that you, and you little lapdog over there, will never receive form me!" An angry bellow was heard as soon as Harry said this. It seems Ron had woken up sometime during Harry's little speech and he hadn't liked what he had heard. In fact as soon as Harry had finished talking Ron jumped on the still bond young man with an enraged roar.

Ron then started to hit Harry in every place that he could reach' similar to what Harry himself had been doing to him earlier. Except, unlike Harry, Ron was taking full advantage of the fact that Harry was bond and couldn't defend himself; nor was likely that anyone was going to save him from the beating like both Hermione and Dumbldore had saved him.

It was after blacking both Harry's eyes (Harry no longer has or needs his glasses) nearly breaking his noses for a second time and busting his lip completely open, that Ron was pulled off of Harry. Looking down at the beaten boy still pinned down before him Dumbldore decided then would be a good time to start talking.

"See my boy, things have a way of, oh, returning the favor as you say. Now, please Harry, for the greater good of the wizarding world we desperately need for you to tell us the password to your bank account. Please, my boy, think not of what we have done to you but of all the orphan children out there, who much like yourself, have lost their parents in your war…" It was after saying this last bit that Dumbldore realized he had made a mistake. For as soon as the words your war left his mouth Harry's face went from considering to a look of pure rage and it was in a bone chilling tone that Harry responded to Dumbldore.

"Dumbldore I almost fell for that bull. Hell if you hadn't added that last bit like you did I probably would have fallen for it…but in the end I didn't. So listen carefully you manipulative old goat fucker because after I say this I refuse to answer any of you three's questions ever again; in fact if I had it my way I would never have to see let alone talk to you three ever again. Are you listening? Good. Because I want you to hear me when I say this, I refuse, refuse to give the password to my vaults, and yes I know that I have more than that trust vault of mine. Because in the end, no matter what you say you are going to use it for, I know that you wouldn't use the money to help those who need it; but to make your life and those backstabbers life a living paradise. So No! No! I will not let that happen especially not with MY money; after all if I'm not happy I don't see why I have to make you three happy. Oh and Dumbldore…" Here Harry stopped talking in a chilling tone and started nearly shouting in a scorching tone. "Don't and I mean DON'T ever call it MY war because it was and never will be MY war. In fact if anything Dumbldore it was YOUR war, after all you created Voldemort, YOU made him who he was and into the monster he became. So as far as I am concerned the war was you're doing not mine. Also…DON'T EVER CALL ME YOUR BOY AGAIN! I AM NOT YOUR TWICE DAMNED BOY AND I NEVER WILL BE!"

After saying all this Harry took great pleasure in seeing the enraged looks on the three betrayers in front of him faces. That is until his battered, still restrained, body was thrown roughly onto a nearby wall before being tightly magically chained to said wall. Harry then heard something that left him slightly shaken and pale. It was what Dumbldore had said to him before he, Ron and Hermione had left his cell.

What Dumbldore had said was, 'Well then we'll have to find a way to persuade you to think differently won't we.'

Harry quickly figured out what Dumbldore meant when he had said this and just why Ron and Hermione had left smiling nastily at him when his cell opened once again. Only this time it wasn't his friends, turned backstabbers that had entered his room. Instead it was someone, or to be more precise a couple of someone's, he had never met before.

The people who had entered his cell were three large wizards. Who, from what they looked like, Harry was guessing that they were actually prison guards instead of visitors; though Harry also noticed that these guards didn't look they had enough brain cell to rub together between the three of them. But despite the fact they looked and acted like complete morons Harry has a good idea what these wizards were there for; even as he began to pray he was wrong. Taking a deep breath Harry gathered all the courage he could found at the moment and decided to find out if he was or not.

"Why the hell are you guys in here? Because I'm sure as hell it isn't for a god damn cup of tea!" This was said with a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice, which earned Harry a hard punch in the stomach that knocked the air out of him in return. As soon as he said this Harry he got the answer he both knew it was going to get and the answer he was dreading to receive. The answer was given to him by the largest and meanest looking guard in the cell with him; who said.

"We're here on the orders of Fudge and Dumbldore to teach you the wonders of sharing with others." The guard then punched Harry straight in the jaw, causing Harry to let loose a muffled cry of pain.

This muffled cry of pain seemed to be a signal of some type. Because as soon as Harry released it the others, who had been standing off to the side doing nothing until then, decided to join in with the other guard. As they all began to punch or kick Harry in every place they could reach. Taking no need, or perhaps not caring, about the fact that Harry couldn't defend himself in anyway shape or form as they did so.

Hours seemed to of passed since the guards had first entered his cell and Harry found himself barley hanging onto consciousness. Seeing this, the guards decided that it was time to stop beating on the prisoner in front of them and that it was now time to leave. But before they did this one of the guards, the one that had started the whole beating, turned towards Harry smirking; before telling the nearly unconscious boy.

"Don't worry we'll be back tomorrow to continue our discussion on sharing." This said the guards left, unchaining and unbinding Harry from the wall as they did so. When the chains finally did release him Harry found himself crumpling to the ground, unable to move, and as he passed out he had only one though on his mind.

'Well Harry, welcome to hell I hope you enjoy you're stay.'

AN- Oh and if you could help me I am looking for a story where Harry is raised as or is a Malfoy but in the ends falls for a Weasley. I am pretty sure it's slash or Harry is a girl ( but I might be getting two stories mixed up) but if you know what this story is please message me or review me and tell me.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Starless night