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Finding Families	By : Kirigirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters within it and make no money from this. This is for my own fun.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters within it and make no money from this. This is for my own fun.

Title: Families Warnings: Abuse, Character Deaths, Slash, OoCnes! OC. If I forgot any I will add them.

Summary: Harry is betrayed by the wizarding world. When he has no way out, who will he meet? Takes place in Harry's seventh year.

Chapter 1: A Deal

The Aurors threw him into the cell, making his head bang against the wall, and his glasses fall off. While he grasped for his glasses he heard the door slam with a loud clang, and then their footsteps faded along the hall. Still having no luck, he leaned against the wall, thinking about why he was in here.

Azkaban.

He had been going to lunch when he heard voices in a classroom. Intending to remind whoever it was that they had to go eat, he drew closer until he could hear the words being said.

"...When are you going to give the boy a break, and kill him instead of just using him as a pawn in your fight against the Dark Lord?" McGonagall. Harry pressed himself to the wall, listening closely, lunch forgotten.

"Minerva, since when have you cared what I have don with my pawns?" Dumbledore sounded cold, not at all like his normal self who always acted like a kind Grandfather.

"Since you decided that you were going to torture his friends, and manipulate an innocent boy! Making up a false prophecy and killing Harry's parents for realizing that you had orchestrated most of their lives!" Professor McGonagall sounded furious. Meanwhile, outside listening at the door, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived was realizing what he was hearing. It hit him like a punch in the gut, his life had been twisted by this man, the man he had always trusted and looked to like a father. Harry didn't want to believe it, he wanted there to be some other reason.

Then his blood froze.

"Well, Minerva, if that is how you truly feel. Avada Kedavra !" There was a dull thump, the sound of something falling to the ground. Harry leapt forward, and threw open the door. What he saw he had only a moment to take in before he was hit by a stunning spell.

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Harry woke up in the room from Dumbledore's pensieve, chained to the chair, looking at a grim faced ring of wizards and witches.

"Mr. Potter, you are sentenced to life in Azkaban for the torture and murder of Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Seamus Finnegan, as well as the murder of Minerva McGonagall. You are sentenced with not chance of release, and you shall be expelled from Hogwarts and your wand snapped." Before Harry had a chance to say anything, he was again hit with a stunning spell.

When he next woke up he was being dragged down a hall with cells on either side. The dank cells were small and cold, the noises coming from the prisoners in the cells made him cringe. Had Sirius really been here for so long? How had he managed? People shrieked for the Aurors to release them, while others merely watched them with fearful eyes.

Now in his cell Harry curled up in the far corner in between the rickety looking cot with two thin blankets and the disgustingly dirty toilet. He swore to himself in that moment, shivering with the mid-January cold, that he would do everything he could to escape, and bring about the downfall of Albus Dumbledore. With that thought in his mind, he wrapped his arms around himself, shivering in his tattered prison robes, and fell into a fitful sleep.

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Harry opened his eyes, a though in his head quickly building into a plan. His connection with Voldemort's mind. He could open it and try and convince the Dark Lord to let him join his side of the war.

Harry smiled to himself. He closed his eyes, settling down on the ground, against a wall. It wasn't like anyone would come in, he suspected that they had put him into one of the sections no one often visited, the cell across from his didn't look like anyone had been there in a while. There was only a pile of rags in one corner.

Harry let his mind begin to lower is Occlumency walls, which he had managed to master in his sixth year because of a sudden truce and tentative friendship with Snape. They had managed to put a stop to most of their arguing and get along in a fairly civil manner.

Now he could feel the presence in the back of his mind, and opened his side enough to speak though, like opening a door a crack to see who is standing on the other side.

'Voldemort?' He asked tentatively. Immediately he felt a twinge of surprise, and felt tentacles from the other presence trying to squeeze through the crack.

'Potter? What are you doing? Do you want me to torture you? Or possibly read your thoughts and discover all of the old fool's secrets?' At the last comment Harry let the door fall open all of the way.

'Take the old man's secrets! Haven't your Death Eaters told you what happened? Dumbledore framed me for killing Seamus, Professor McGonagall, and' he paused, 'Ron and Hermione.' His anger returned. 'And now they think I did it, and I'm currently sitting in a cell in fucking Azkaban! Take a look!' Harry opened his eyes and let Voldemort see the room he was in. Harry felt the shock radiate through the link, and Harry closed his eyes again. 'I want to join you.'

'What?!'

'I want to join you. Dumbledore has lost my trust, and I now realize that I might be better off with you.'

'Even if I've been trying to kill you since you were a baby?'

'Well, at least you're up front about trying to kill me, and using me. As long as you don't lie to me, I think we'll be fine.'

Voldemort paused for a moment, and Harry felt the presence draw back slightly. He knew Voldemort was contemplating his offer.

'Very well, it may take a few days, maybe weeks, to create an opportunity for you to escape.'

'Can we keep in contact this way? I don't know if the dementors come this way often, and I would enjoy a way to escape them.'

Voldemort paused again.

'Very well. I shall begin arrangements for your escape at once. And my condolences for the loss of your friends. Goodbye, Harry.'

Harry opened his eyes, and felt the tears falling down his face. He closed the connection and curled up, crying quietly, his body wracked with sobs. Nobody had believed him, and nobody had comforted him in his life. The Dursleys had never cared, and even then they had tried to tear him down.

He cried until he slept, never realizing that Voldemort had called him 'Harry', or that the elder wizard had left his side of the connection slightly open, doing to same for Harry's. Voldemort used a small amount of influence to make Harry's dreams pleasant for the first time in many years.

////////.\\\ When Harry next opened his eyes, his throat was dry, and his stomache growled at him. When he sat up and looked around at his cell, he saw a plate of warm food that wafted mouth watering smells to him. Cooked vegetables and what looked like meatloaf. Next to the plate were a wooden spoon, and what looked like a plastic cup full of clear water.

He pulled himself up, and scrambled toward the plate. Ignoring the soon he grabbed the slab of meat loaf and lifted it to his mouth. But the food never made it, because he was stopped by a small voice calling to him.

"I wouldn't eat that, if I were you."
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