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Chapter 2: New allies

High security wing, Azkaban prison Island, Middle of the North Sea, July 10^th, 1995
Two dementors were hovering outside a cell in the high security wing of Azkaban. Inside a fourteen-year-old boy was screaming out in agony. His mind was being slowly ripped apart, his thoughts used to nurture the dementors who had been standing in front of his cell for over an hour. They had been doing so every day for almost a week, increasing their visits to the boy whose thoughts were filled with misery and torture, of suicide and despair. They slowly took every happy memory he possessed.

Harry Potter was slowly breaking, his mind’s natural defenses destroyed. He had a harder time remembering happy memories. His friends in Gryffindor, his professors, even Draco Malfoy, all good and joyful moments at Hogwarts being ripped apart, forevermore tainted by the dementors presence.

Unknown to Harry, the horcrux in his scar was also affected. The Dark Lord Voldemort’s unintentional seventh horcrux was slowly getting stronger as the boy grew weaker. It used this increase in power to latch onto its vessel through the scar it was residing in, slowly merging together, becoming one. The severed soul piece didn’t have any control over its vessel, but it could change the soul of the boy it was merging with slightly, to be more compatible. All it had to do was wait for the right moment to act, before becoming a permanent part of its host.

Hours later the dementors had finally left, and Harry woke up having collapsed unconscious at some point. He could feel his scar burning like it usually did after a dementor visit. Before he could even catch his breath, he heard aurors walking down the corridor. Great, he thought annoyed, just what his day needed.
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Harry was on his knees naked. An auror was standing in front of him shoving his erect cock in and out of the young unwilling mouth. His face was held against the man above him, shoving his mouth further onto the cock.
He could feel his lips slide against the wet shaft, lubricated by his own saliva. Each time he was shoved against the man’s pubic area and stomach he could feel the cock bump against the back of his mouth. Pubic hair tickling his nose. His jaw and knees ached, and he hoped the auror would finish and ejaculate soon. It was the third cock he had sucked off since they had collected him from his cell.

Suddenly the door to the room on his right side slammed open and two men entered, quickly closing the door behind them when they saw what was going on.

The auror who had his cock in Harry’s mouth didn’t stop, only picking up his pace. Only moments later Harry felt the cock spurt jets of cum, filling his mouth with the salty substance. He quickly swallowed, having learned by know how to get it all without letting it dribble out. After licking the cock in front of him clean, he looked up and the auror he had serviced pointed for him to sit on the bed. He complied silently.

He looked over and saw to his horror, one of the men holding a wizarding camera. But before he could think more about it a copy of the Daily Prophet was thrown in his face. He quickly caught the newspaper and looked at the auror who had thrown it.

“I thought you might wanted to read today’s news,” the auror told him in a conversational tone. Harry was immediately on guard, not willing to trust any of these men.

He slowly opened the newspaper, looked at the date and saw the headline Harry Potter, the Boy Who Killed, turning Dark: read statements from former classmates on page 4, another one further down proclaimed Dark Lord Potter trying to assemble followers in Azkaban, recruiting Death Eaters, see evidence; page 7.

Harry stared incredulous at the page. What the hell? He thought, just what was going on out there while he was stuck in here? A third smaller headline read Albus Dumbledore removed as Chief Warlock. Dumbledore to be replaced at Hogwarts? Page 5. Harry couldn’t believe what he was reading.
Did they really think he was that dangerous? Then he saw the articles about him had been written by Rita Skeeter. He really hated that woman.

“We of course need to be sure you’re not actually recruiting anyone in this prison for your secret army,” the first auror who had thrown the newspaper stated in a somewhat amused tone, “especially Death Eaters.”

“But I haven’t even talked to any Death Eaters,” Harry exclaimed exasperated.

“Don’t lie to us, boy! Most of the inmates in your corridor are Death Eaters. The Lestranges, Mulciber, Rookwood and so many more with ties to You Know Who. Some of the most dangerous individuals are currently in this prison, and you assume we’ll just trust your word? If you won’t tell us, we’ll have to force the truth out of you. We have to be certain you don’t lie. It’s after all the orders given to us by Undersecretary Umbridge,” The second auror said in a forceful voice.

Harry was starting to feel a bit scared. He didn’t know what to say that would satisfy them. He knew what ever he did, it wouldn’t be enough.
“I’ve only really talked to Rabastan Lestrange, and someone further down the hall who didn’t say his name. I promise. I haven’t done anything!” Harry tried, getting desperate.

“Stand up against the wall!” the auror commanded, and Harry complied, standing naked with his hands by his side. “hands behind your head, boy!” He did as he was told. Harry was standing against the wall with both arms lifted, hands behind his head. His genitals and hairless armpits exposed.

Suddenly the auror with the camera took a picture of him, the flash illuminating his nude body and he jerked, moving his hands down to cover himself. The auror who gave the previous order hit his groin with a stinging jinx, making him scream out in pain and surprise. “Don’t move, boy.” Harry quickly moved his hands behind his head resuming his position, while they took more pictures. He tried not to react as they took full frontal pictures, close ups of his face and then lower down of his flaccid penis resting against his ball sack.

“Come here,” the third auror standing against the wall with his wand in hand demanded. Harry quickly did as he was told, having learned long ago not to disobey, but feeling very embarrassed and aware of his nudity after they had taken photos of him.
The auror took a hold of a few locks of hair falling down across his forehead hiding his scar. The man pointed his wand and used a silent ‘diffindo’ to cut them off. Harry watched confused, his lightning scar now visible and on display. The auror pocketed the hair he had taken.

“I’m going to sell strands of your hair to a whorehouse in Knockturn Alley. You’ll not believe what some people will pay to get a few hours alone with you. Or at least a Polyjuice version.” Harry gaped unbelieving and very disturbed. Aurors were supposed to uphold the law, not break it, he thought, thinking these men were the criminals, not him, they were the rapists. Just thinking of someone using Polyjuice to turn into him and then have sex for money made him feel ill.

“please, don’t…” he pleaded, but was cut off.

“We also need some photos of you. PlayWizard and other adult publications would pay handsomely for a couple of naked pictures of the Boy Who Lived turned Dark Lord. We just need a couple of you touching yourself and maybe a few where you give a blowjob or get fucked anally,” the second auror holding the camera told him casually.

Harry didn’t want to. He didn’t want anyone to see him naked or have pictures taken of him wanking to be published in a porn magazine. What was worse, wizarding pictures moved, meaning they would show him doing it. This was probably the first time Harry hadn’t appreciated the magical properties behind wizarding photos. The thought alone mortified him more than anything these men had done to him so far. He felt very humiliated and hoped this wasn’t going to be true. That the magazine wouldn’t print the pictures. He was underage, surely, that couldn’t be legal?

PlayWizard magazines were often circulating through the dorms at Hogwarts seeing as it had a section with both males and females, often with a heavy number of pictures, articles describing sex and everything about it, sometimes even interviews with people of interest, often commenting on their own preferences.
Harry knew a few of his classmates who at some point had had access to them and used them as wanking material. The Weasley twins, Ron and Dean all had them.

“If you do this, we will forget your misdemeanor of recruiting your fellow inmates to your supposedly nefarious plans, but if you don’t, then we’ll put you in a room with a dementor for the next twenty hours, and then we’ll start up a rotation with you available to be used by the other inmates any way they see fit. I’m sure many of them would take us up on the offer. Hell, we’ve already had a few offers to get you alone,” one of them elaborated.

Harry stared afraid up at the auror. He didn’t have a choice. Being used by the inmates he could probably handle, he thought, having been raped by the aurors daily for almost two weeks. Being in a room with a dementor for almost a day, not so much. He bowed his head submissively.

“What do you want me to do?” Harry asked timidly and feeling defeated.

“That’s more like it,” the auror exclaimed enthusiastically, “we’ll start with some photos of you playing with your little dick. Everyone wants to see how the Boy Who Lived pleasure himself. What he does beneath his sheets at night when no one’s looking. I want to see you shoot your load.”

“Please don’t make me do this,” Harry tried, mortified of the situation and that they kept calling him the Boy Who Lived, he really hated that title. His only response was to be hit with another stinging jinx across the thigh, which made him yelp out in surprise.

“Give him his glasses back. We need him to look like himself if we want to be able to sell these,” the auror with the camera said, “good job with cutting his hair, it makes his scar visible. I’ll make sure to take some photos where it stands out.”

Harry was handed his glasses and told to lie down on the bed.

When he was lying on his back, he looked over at the auror inquiringly, not really wanting to do what they demanded. “Start wanking, boy. Just imagine you’re alone, and touch yourself, like you would do when no one’s there to see.”

Mortified, but afraid to be put in a room with a dementor, he obeyed.
His hand slowly moved down and took a hold of his soft penis. He started the familiar movements just much slower, not really wanting to do it in front of these grown men.
The camera flashed, and he looked down at himself not wanting to see the aurors around him, as he peeled back his foreskin with his fingers exposing the glans.

He bit his bottom lip softly, holding it between his teeth, keeping his sound level down and forcing his usual moaning in. He could feel himself harden by his touch. The camera flashed again.

Soon his penis stood hard amidst his modest bush of pubic hair. His four-inch dick secure in his grip as he moved his hand back and forth, masturbating in front of the three men.

Harry could feel his cheeks flush and he couldn’t stop from panting lightly. He increased his speed, wanting to finish this as fast as possible. Precum lubricated his shaft as his hand started to slap down against his thigh with the increase in pace, making the usual fapping sounds. The noise of his activity echoed out filling the room. The flash of the camera went off multiple times.

The aurors grinned at each other, liking what they saw. Thinking these photos of the famous teen lying naked jerking off was going to be sold out fast. “Tell us when you’re about to shoot your load. We want to catch it on camera,” one of them ordered.

Only a few moments later Harry could feel his orgasm approach and grunting out “I’m gonna cum,” kept the pace of his hand movement going up and down repeatedly.
He felt his scrotum contract and groaned as his semen spurted forcefully out. His cum didn’t reach that far, only coating his lower stomach and pubes wet and sticky. The flash went off, and he knew his orgasm was captured on camera. He looked down and saw semen run down his softening penis and over his hand.

The men watched avidly as the fourteen-year-old boy reached orgasm. When the teen looked over at them after shooting his load and they saw him blush red, embarrassed by his own actions, their own pleasure increased by watching him be humiliated and on display like this against his will.
The auror with the camera suddenly had an idea. “Lick your fingers clean, boy!” He demanded, wanting to see the Boy Who Lived act like a little whore and humiliate the boy more than he already was. The aurors observed, and thought him to be slutty, when the teen slurped up the semen coating his fingers as the camera flashed again.

Harry slowly raised his come-covered hand and moved it towards his mouth. He had never tasted his own sperm before. Feeling embarrassed to be doing this in front of the aurors, he slowly stuck his tongue out and licked a good portion of the sticky substance off, tasting himself for the first time.

“Good, now stand up and get over here,” the second auror told him. He stood and quickly went over. “Down on your knees, boy!”

Harry lowering himself to his knees, knowing what was going to happen, tried to prepare himself. The aurors no longer used the charm to keep his mouth relaxed helping him to breathe when he sucked them off. Having to give blowjobs while they forced themselves down his throat wasn’t very pleasant without it, he concluded. The first couple of times they had fucked his mouth almost made him black out by the lack of oxygen. He had however slowly gotten used to it and it was now only the aurors who were longer than nine inches that gave him serious breathing problems.

The first auror in front of him wasted no time, quickly pulling out his half-hard seven-inch cock. The auror beside him had placed the camera uncomfortable close to his face.

Knowing what was expected of him, Harry slowly lowered his head and took the cock in his mouth, pressing his lips around the shaft before starting to slowly run his tongue over the cock head. He reached up with his hand and pulled back the man’s foreskin.
Harry ran his tongue over the bulbous head before bobbing his head back and forth taking more of the cock. As the length slid into his mouth, he quickly found his glasses to be in the way. He hadn’t worn them since arriving and wearing them now only annoyed him. he tried to remove his glasses, but his hands were quickly slapped out of the way.

The auror suddenly gripped his hair, forcefully pulling it, guiding his face. He was shoved forwards; the erect cock entered his throat. He gagged, trying to relax, as the auror above him moaned.

The auror forced his entire length in, his one hand going down taking a hold around the boy’s slender throat as he fucked the wet little mouth.

Harry could barely breathe as the man began to fuck his face making the cock in his throat move back and forth. He could feel the auror’s hand around his throat slowly squeezing. Harry tried to stay calm, but this hadn’t happened before. His spit drooled out down his chin and landing on his chest, the camera went of several times in the background, not that he could really think about that trying to keep breathing.

Suddenly Harry felt hands on his ass. The third auror who had been standing and watching everything was going to fuck the teen, having watched the pert bubble butt move up and down as the boy had slurped down the cock in front of his face was too much of a tease for the auror, already knowing how warm and tight the boy’s pink little hole was.

Harry was quickly raised up from his position on the floor, his ass exposed, without stopping the throat fucking he was receiving. He felt the man behind him press against his hole and the cock slid up inside him, making him moan out around the cock slamming against his face.
They started to move in synch, Harry between them. The man’s balls slapped against his chin and his nose was pressed into pubes each time he was pushed forward.

What felt like an eternity later being used from both ends ended when he felt his ass being filled with cum, the auror behind him grunting out. The auror in front of him pulled out and came, shooting several robes of cum on his face. He saw it land on his glasses, making it impossible to see anything else. He felt more land on his brow, his cheeks, nose, lips and chin. The flash of the camera went off again capturing his face covered in white semen.

“Get up and stand against the wall,” the man who had fucked him from behind demanded.

Harry stood covered in cum, feeling tired. They took more pictures before casting ‘tergeo’ multiple times, removing any traces of what had just occurred.

After dressing himself, two of the aurors marched him back to his cell. Immediately after they left the corridor he collapsed on his bed falling asleep, feeling defeated.

He didn’t see Rabastan looking over concerned or the whispers filling the hallway.
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When Harry woke up it was evening. His cell was slowly getting darker. He could her Bellatrix yelling about the Dark Lord again.

“He’s awake,” Rabastan noticed, informing the other inmates. A sudden silence descended, and Harry stared over a bit confused. Rabastan had never announced his state like that before. What was going on? Even Bellatrix had stopped screaming and gone quiet.

Harry looked over with a raised eyebrow, which made Rabastan grin.

“Don’t let them beat you down, Potter!” Bellatrix suddenly exclaimed. “We are not stupid. We know what’s been going on! You smell of sex each time you come back from your little visits with the aurors.”

He didn’t know how to respond. Harry looked in the direction he knew her cell was. A thick stone wall separating them. He had been expecting this at some point. He knew they would eventually notice, it wasn’t like he had tried to keep it a secret with his near comatose condition each time he was brought back and thrown into his cell, it wasn’t like any other prisoners were taken out daily to be used as a fuck toy.

“They used to take me into their little room too in the beginning,” she continued, surprising him. “They loved my body, even though I fought back! I even managed to kill one of them.” There was a heavy silence.

Harry could feel the tears prick against his eyes, which he fought against, not letting them fall. He had been thinking about fighting back in the beginning, but he no longer really saw the point.

“After that they tied me down, and eventually they stopped taking me from my cell entirely. I got thinner and uglier as the years passed, now I barely look like I did when we first got here. I’ve been in here for thirteen years. But that isn’t the point! The point is you must fight back, Potter! Fight back or you’ll lose yourself.”

“She’s right, Potter! You can’t expect the world, Dumbledore or Merlin himself to come and help you. You can only help yourself!” Rodolphus agreed.

“Yes, Potter. Don’t let them use you without a fight. You can bite, you can hit, you can kick. Try going after one of their wands. I’m sure you at least know some magic that would help you! Cut of their cocks if you have too! Cut of their heads!” Rookwood added from the cell beside Rabastan.

“I think what Rookwood is trying to say,” Rabastan elaborated a bit more calmly looking directly at Harry, “is that we think you should fight for yourself. And if you get the chance, you should take it.”

Harry felt the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. They cared, even if it was in a weird show of affection and a sudden determination to persuade him to fight back, they cared. Harry nodded. He should fight back. He had always been a fighter. The odds had always been against him.

“I’ll try,” he vowed, not to them, but to himself.

No one knew that the horcrux was ready to be absorbed by the main soul of its vessel, to become a part of it, a part of Harry. All the soul piece needed was a burst of magic.
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Harry slept through the night, which was a rare occurrence. He was usually plagued by nightmares. He thought of what the Lestranges and Rookwood had told him, and when the aurors came for him the next morning he was ready.

The two aurors took him to the usual room. He had learned the path by now. All the turns and twists.

One of the aurors didn’t follow them inside, leaving only the first auror to use the boy.
“Strip down, Potter. You know what to do!” the man demanded.

Harry did as he was told, quickly pulling his shirt off and pushing his pants down, having a rough plan in mind. The aurors had gotten careless around him. they didn’t expect him to fight back. He was after all just a fourteen-year-old boy. They didn’t see him as a threat. They no longer tied him up.

The auror disrobed too, quickly pulling his red auror robes off, revealing his muscled hairy body and erect cock. He placed his wand on top of the stack of clothes.

Harry laid down, his head towards the door and the pile of clothes. It was a bit different than the direction he was normally in, but the auror didn’t notice, already too far gone in his own lust.

Harry felt the auror behind him, the tip of the man’s cock against his anus. The cock pushed inside him, filling him up and making him grunt out loud.

He was ready, he could see the wand, it was right there, so close. He reached out, his fingertips just touching it as the auror started to fuck him roughly, too busy with his ass to notice.
He was slammed forward each time the auror thrusted inside him, pushing him a bit further ahead on the bed. He had his arms over the edge of the bed on the floor, unseen by the auror. Just a bit more, he thought, biting his lip.

Suddenly he was shoved forcefully forward, almost falling of the bed. The auror lifting his ass up, wanting a better position. Harry could finally reach the auror’s wand. He quickly took it, his fingers wrapping around the wood.

Colorful sparks flew from the tip, his magic reacting to the wand after so many weeks without one. He didn’t waste time. Before the auror could even react to the sparks he was frozen in his current position, unable to move. Harry casting a quick ‘Petrificus Totalus’ over his shoulder. He pulled himself off from under the auror, feeling the cock slide out his ass. His scar had begun to burn slightly.

He quickly dressed in his prison uniform, pulling his pants up, and looked down at the auror paralyzed on the bed. The man’s eyes wide in shock. Harry smiled.

Harry pointed the wand at the auror’s groin. “This is for everything you have done, this is for raping me, for using me against my will. This is what you deserve,” Harry told him in a surprisingly calm voice. “Diffindo,” he incanted, focused on casting a strong severing charm, letting his magic go free.

Blood sprayed over the bed and floor. The auror was unable to scream out as his private parts were severed from his body, flopping down on the bed as blood pooled beneath him, coloring the sheets a deep red.

Harry suddenly screamed out, his scar burning like never before. He felt down to his knees, clutching his forehead.

The seventh horcrux finally merging with its vessel, the magic making it possible. The boy cried in agony as his soul changed. His scar slowly fading, as if being absorbed by the skin around it, until his forehead was flawless without a trace of the scar that had been there for the last thirteen, almost fourteen years.

Voldemort’s seventh horcrux became a part of the larger soul, Harry’s soul, changing it slightly. The soul piece was after all a part of a man not known for compassion or care. The horcrux removed all traces of remorse, guilt, embarrassment and any form of self-loathing from the soul it was becoming part of, lowering the output of emotions, wanting its new host to be strong.
At the same time, it increased aspects of cruelty, ruthlessness and the darkness it could feel had been growing in this soul for some time. This was what had defined the man it had been a part of once.
Harry was lying on the floor panting. Unseen by him, his right eye slowly bleeding from its usual green color to a vivid crimson. His left eye still green. He looked dangerous, his new red right eye unnerving and unnatural.

He didn’t know what had just happened, but he felt better than he had in a long time. His headache was gone as quickly as it began. It was as if a pressure had been lifted from his shoulders, his entire mind. He felt like his thought process was clearer, like everything around him had all been part of a muddy dream before, and now finally he was waking up for the first time.
He stared incredulous when looking up, able to see the room and the auror in front of him perfectly. Every small detail. His eyesight had somehow changed, repaired itself. He had never experienced anything like it. He couldn’t help it, he laughed out loud, feeling truly free for the first time in his life.

He looked at the auror still paralyzed on the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll let you walk out of here alive,” Harry stated conversationally as if talking about the weather, getting back up on his feet.

“I know you probably think that’s untrue. He’s the Boy Who Lived after all, surely he couldn’t kill little me.” Harry grinned, his teeth showing. “well, I guess you should have thought of that before throwing me in here, before using me like you did. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your colleagues join you in death as well.”

Harry raised the wand pointing it at the auror before slicing his hand downwards in a wide arch. Letting his intentions take over, his magic reacting without an incantation. Not that Harry noticed his own silent casting, to occupied with revenge.

The man was cut open from neck to groin, his intestines falling out beneath him as death took over. A large pool of blood slowly formed underneath the bed.

Harry smiled, not bothered by the dead auror or the fact that he had killed him. He supposed he should feel something having just killed a man, but the only thing he felt was contentment for getting back at one of the men who had been using him.

After searching through the auror robes and not finding anything useful, he walked towards the door and slowly opened it.
Peering out into the corridor, he saw it was empty.

Harry hadn’t planned further, not really thinking he would be able to overpower the guard. Now however his mind was going through multiple possible scenarios. The best outcome would be to find the portkey and get off this godforsaken rock, he thought.

He slowly crept down the corridor towards the next floor. Should he free the other prisoners? They could act as a distraction or they could get to the portkey before he reached it himself.
Before he could reach a decision two aurors rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. He saw their eyes widen almost comically when they saw him standing there. probably the ones coming to replace the first auror, he concluded.

They called out for him to stop. “Drop the wand,” the first auror yelled. They had both raised their wands.

He smiled, and both auror paled noticeably. Probably not a very reassuring smile, harry thought, grinning viciously. Both aurors had noticed his one crimson eye, unknown to him.
They fired ‘Stupefy’, which he dodged, before pointing his own wand towards the ceiling above the aurors. Yelling out “Bombarda Maxima,” Harry watched as large chunks of the ceiling collapsed, making the aurors jump out of the way. The first auror went down screaming, getting his leg crushed underneath a pile of rubble. The second auror pressed himself against the wall trying to avoid getting hit by the floor above them, as large chunks of stone fell down. Large tremors shook the prison.

Debris and dust filled the hallway making it hard to see. Harry was already on the move, quickly walking up to the auror standing against the wall. The auror tried to curse him, with what Harry didn’t know or care. Before the man could finish, Harry swiped his own wand horizontally, pointing it at the man’s neck as he incanted “Diffindo”.

Blood sprayed as the auror died, his neck severed, a large gash pouring blood. Harry standing in front of him was painted red by the drops. Blood landing on his face and clothes.
He took the second wand as it fell out off the dead man’s hand. He turned towards the second auror who was on the floor.

“I think you might need a healer,” Harry stated, seeing the deformed leg, bone visible protruding skin.

“Please, please. Help,” the auror pleaded as blood slowly pooled around his shattered leg.

“You think you deserve help? I think you deserve to die.” Looking into the auror’s eyes, Harry smiled again. The auror flinched when he saw the boy’s eyes. “You don’t get help here, only pain,” Harry said, pointing his wand and casting the bone-breaker curse on the man’s other healthy leg, making him scream out. He took the auror’s wand which had rolled a bit further down the corridor. He was now holding three wands.
He sliced the man’s neck with a strong ‘Diffindo’, like he had done to the previous one, leaving the aurors lying in their own blood dead, before walking away.

Harry could hear yells coming from behind, a few corridors away. He had walked down two hallways, avoiding the dementors standing guard. I sounded like backup had arrived, he guessed he had been loud. Probably more aurors, Harry mused, thinking it would be harder to get out and off this prison island now with so many of them around.

He had a choice. He could surrender or go down fighting. He didn’t really want to die, his self-preservation kicking in. He walked a bit further down the corridor before crouching down. He used one of the wands to loosen one of the smaller stones in the wall.
After removing it, he hid all three wands there, placing the rock back trying to make it look natural. He stood back up and took note of his surroundings. He would get another change eventually, and when the time came, he would escape.

He walked empty-handed to the next corridor and could hear the yells and loud footsteps approaching. Sitting down, he leaned against the wall and waited.
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Soon after, multiple aurors in red robes filled the corridor, entering from both sides. He raised his hands and simply stated “I surrender,” grinning winningly.

The aurors looked at the Boy Who Lived sitting drenched in blood, his clothes and face painted red. His eyes were the most disconcerting however. One emerald, twinkling like the killing curse. The other crimson, almost the color of blood. Their previous, almost blank state had disappeared. Now life and a cruelty that hadn’t been there before made them gleam with power.
The aurors standing around the boy were tense, fifteen wands pointed at the teen sitting on the floor, smiling up at them.

“Stand up slowly,” the leader of the group told him, a man with a mane of hair, almost looking like a lion. Harry hadn’t seen him before.

He slowly stood up, never dropping his smile. They searched him but didn’t find any of the auror wands. They then told him to follow, and he did. Five aurors in front the rest at his back. The aurors marched him back to his usual corridor.
When they entered the next hallway where the prisoners were sitting in their cells, many of them stood up and ogled at the sight of the teen. Many of the inmates had watched him be marched by each day for the last two weeks, and often heard him from his own cell at night.
Seeing him now however, drenched in blood being escorted as if he was Grindelwald himself with a group of fifteen aurors, sent shivers down some of the weaker men. Others speculated on what had happened. The Death Eaters in the corridor stayed silent, but observant. Something had changed.

When he reached his own cell, he could see Rabastan blanch at his appearance. Harry couldn’t help the giggle that escaped past his lips, mirth filling his eyes. He looked over and saw Bellatrix and Rodolphus both look at him with wide eyes.

“I fought back,” he told them smiling, making eye contact with Bellatrix, before being shoved forcefully into his own cell. “Don’t touch me, you filthy fuck!” Harry screamed loudly, making several aurors jump, and a few prisoners who hadn’t expected him to yell out.

“Or maybe you just want to end up like your three little friends!” He continued. Harry couldn’t stop tittering, feeling quite giddy. All the aurors and the three prisoners he could see opposite his cell was staring wide eyed.

“Maybe you want to get your neck cut open as well. I can show you the charm I learned in my second year at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll like it,” Harry yelled between his mad laughs. His cell door was quickly slammed shut and locked, the auror looking like a lion stepped forward.

“Ah, so you do want to see me cast it then, little lion?” he inquired loudly, thinking the man needed a haircut.

“What did you do with the wands you took? Where did you hide them?” their leader demanded. Harry just sniggered.

“As if I will ever tell you, lion. Besides I’ve not touched a wand in weeks,” He spat back in the man’s face. He could see the rage in the auror’s eyes. “What? Are you angry because I killed your weak little friends? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before putting me in Azkaban, before letting your precious aurors rape me,” Harry stated forcefully.

The man looked shocked, as if not knowing whether to believe what he was being told or not.

“One day, I’ll get out of here. And then I’m going to kill all of you. You know why? Because you deserve it. You think yourself high and mighty, above the law. In reality, you are nothing. Your whole existence, your whole life could end with a simple word. The charm I learned in my second-year.” Harry smiled widely, looking somewhat insane.

“Could you please cast a cleaning charm before leaving. All this blood is not really hygienic, if you know what I mean.” The auror looked ready to kill, he’d gone all red, Harry observed amused.

The lion auror did cast the cleaning charm before yelling at the aurors to retreat, starting a search of the whole prison for the missing wands. After they left, silence descended, only broken by Harry’s small giggles.

“What? Why do you all look so shocked? You did tell me to fight back, did you not?” Rabastan and the others were looking at him as if seeing him for the first time. Suddenly Rookwood laughed, a loud belly laugh. Bellatrix joined him, her own cackles echoing around the corridor. Rabastan smiled widely.

“That we did,” Rabastan confirmed. After the laughing had quieted down, Bellatrix demanded to know the whole story, sounding like a child asking for candy.

Harry told them what happened, feeling strangely giddy himself. He had the attention of all the inmates in the corridor. He told them in detail how he had killed the three aurors, leaving him hiding the wands out of the story.

Bellatrix was ecstatic for the death of the aurors. Rodolphus was happy Harry had fought back. Rookwood laughed when he explained how he had cut off the auror’s cock. Rabastan was silent. Harry looked over and saw the man look at him.

“What happened to your eye, Potter?” Rabastan silently asked.

“What do you mean? How did you know my eyesight was better?” Harry asked confused, not knowing what he meant exactly.

“Wait, your vision has been repaired?” Rabastan responded equally confused, “but how did you get the red eye then?”

“Red eye?”

“Your one eye is red, the other green. What happened?” Rabastan persisted.

“I don’t know. My eye’s really red? As Voldemort’s? The same as his?” Harry wanted to know, his right hand going up to feel his eyelid.

“Don’t say his name, Potter! If you have to talk about him, then call him the Dark Lord!” Bellatrix screamed.

“Yes,” Rabastan answered, “your one eye is the same color as the Dark Lord’s.”

Harry didn’t know what it meant, but if his eye was now red, was he going evil? What did it mean? Had something happened when he had felt the pain in his scar in the room earlier?
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