Lord Azkaban

Chapter One

The night all hell broke loose

Harry Potter was not like other teenagers. That was easy to guess. Every single one of the teenagers in Surrey loved the summer holidays save one. It was a time away from school. It was a time of relaxation. And it was a time to spend with family and friends. Harry James Potter was not one of those teenagers. He dreaded going home for the holidays.

But the point is, Harry hated his home. Calling it "Home Sweet Home" was a big fat lie. It was not a home for him. It was the place he slept during the holidays. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. And the residents of number four Privet Drive were not his family. They were just those annoying relatives that everyone seemed to have. They hated his guts for something that he could not control. In fact, he was born with this "abnormality" as the Dursleys liked to call it.

That abnormality was known as magic.

Harry lied on his lumpy matress in the smallest bedroom of the house. For ten years, he used to be forced by his relatives to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. The only reason why Harry had moved to the smallest bedroom was because the magical world had finally "checked in" on Harry. They said that they had been doing so since he was placed at his "home."

'Yeah right.' He thought as he glanced at the bent clock on the smashed side table. His cousin Dudley threw the clock at the wall when his favorite television show wasn't going to be on for another ten minutes. The poor table couldn't stand the pressure the enormous five year old whale gave off. It was nearing midnight and Harry was thinking about his life. There were many things that he thought rather odd about how his journey into the magical world was made. He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. The wizarding world would have had a heart attack if they knew their "chosen one" was not using a quill and parchment to write. And an even bigger insult was that he used, gasp, pen and paper. Tools created by, shudder, Muggles. This was how shallow and stupid the Magical World really was. With a sigh, he began to write.

Questions concerning Year One

1. Hagrid showed up and took me to Diagon Alley. All the other muggleborn and muggle-raised have had a Hogwarts head of house come and tell them and the parents or guardians about the magical world.

2. Harry had never been told me about my parent's will or anything about my inheritance. He said there would be more time for that later. Well, I'm done with fifth year and I'm still no closer to knowing anything about it.

3. How come Mrs. Weasley forgot what the platform number is? She's gone to Hogwarts for seven years and she has seven kids for crying out loud. She seemed to remember it perfectly after I became friends with Ron.

4. Why did Professor Dumbledore try to hide the Sorcerer's Stone at Hogwarts? Anyone could have guessed it was going to be there or at Gringotts due to their high security.

5. Why did Dumbledore announce to the entire school to not go into a forbidden corridor? Everyone was trying to get in their the entire year.

6. Some of the older students tried to use Alohamora on the door. How come it only unlocked for three first years when several seventh years couldn't get in?

7. Why wasn't there more security around the third floor if it was forbidden? There wasn't any at all.

8. Why did Dumbledore wait until Christmas to give me Dad's invisibility cloak? He could have given it to me anytime during my years. He could've even kept it for himself.

did Dumbledore allow me to roam around the school? He might've even guided me to the room where the Mirror of Erised was. I definitely felt a wind pushing me in that direction. He might've even wanted me to hear Snape and Quirrel's conversation.

did three first years, two of them having no prior experience in the magical world, manage to overcome those obstacles made to stop a dark lord that was a spirit able to pass through walls? They seemed to be designed for each of us. Ron with the chess board. And Hermione with the Devil Snare and Potions Room.

11. Why did Albus fly to the Ministry? He could have just Apparated or flooed there. I wonder if he even left the school…He left the school even though he knew Voldemort was trying to get in.

12. Why wouldn't Dumbledore answer my question about Voldemort? Shouldn't I have had enough right to know by then?'

The list continued on. Harry wrote one for each year at school. He had used up about twenty sheets, back to back, and his writing was tiny. He looked back over his questions and observations. Each year it seemed that there was already a set path that he'd unknowingly followed. It was loosely paved but it was there alright. When he read the parts about Sirius, he felt his eyes water.

The whole fiasco at the Department of Mysteries had happened just a week ago. He missed his Godfather, Sirius Black. (By the way, he is proclaimed to be a wanted felon, but the Ministry tried to cover up the tiny little detail about show that he'd never even been given a trial). He didn't know why he decided to go to try and save his godfather from the fake vision Lord Voldemort sent him. Sirius had been bound to his house by a spell Dumbledore "created/said he created."

'If the spell was real, then there was no way Sirius could've left his house lest Dumbledore allowed it.' Harry thought. 'He had become a prisoner all over again. It was no wonder why he'd been wanting to get out all year. Sirius wanted to get out, but he knew why he couldn't. So why would he go straight into the ministry? And who had told him that I was there? Sirius might care about me but since Azkaban, he'd started looking at things rationally. And popping into a place where everyone wanted to kill you did not sound smart. It might've been a compulsion spell someone put on him, a hidden demand that he had no control over. Maybe even the Imperious Curse. I might've had one put on me too. I only thought about rushing over to the Ministry. Even if Sirius's life was on the line, I would have been thinking about other things as well. Could Dumbledore have had something to do with both occasions?'

He looked away from the clock and stared at his hand. The scars from when Professor Umbitch forced him to use a blood quill were still a ghastly white. The words "I must not tell lies." was perhaps to be etched onto his hand for life. Only after she vanished did he discover that the blood quills were illegal. Yet Fudge approved of everything she did.

'Just add that to the list of illegal stunts she's pulled.' Harry thought. 'Then there was that freaking prophecy. The one Dumbledore forgot to tell me about.' Harry got up and walked over to his snowy owl, Hedwig. She was sleeping lightly. He gazed intently at her.

"We're going to get out of here girl. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. But I know one thing, we have not one but three enemies to defeat. Voldemort, Fudge, and Dumbledore. They all are power hungry and want to use me to defeat the others. They all think that I can easily be swayed to follow their every command. Fudge and Dumbles think I'm going to do everything I can to beat Voldy, who thinks I might still be a powerful second in command. Well I'm not going to help any of those stupid bastards." Hedwig hooted sleepily in agreement. Harry began to pack his trunk, he was going to get out of this hellhole that Dumbledore insisted was his only protection away from Hogwarts.

"Yeah, it protected me before Voldemort rose to power. But he's got my blood so he can easily get through those blood wards. I wonder if there even are any blood wards. But even so, they do not protect me from the Dursleys. Dudley has been pretty decent since I saved him last year but Vernon and Petunia have only gotten worse."

It was nearing sunrise, the end of his first week away from school had arrived. He took his charm book from his trunk and looked up how to remove tracking spells. He knew Dumbledore had placed quite a few on his belongings. When he found the right page he spoke the incarnation and transferred all of the tracking spells onto his bed.

"The old codger wouldn't even know cause he never bothers to even send someone to check up on me." He chuckled. The sun rose into the sky and he walked his trunk down the stairs only to find a red faced Vernon and Petunia glaring murderously at him. He saw Dudley smile at him friendly and his friend Piers Porker joining in with his aunt and uncle. Dudley had taken Harry's advice from last year and started to work out. He still had fat on his body but most of it had been replaced by muscle. Dudley had thanked Harry as soon as his parents were out of earshot.

"Where-have-you-been?" His uncle blurted out savagely.

"Up in my room Uncle Vernon. Is something the matter?" Replied Harry joyfully. His relatives and Piers only got redder.

Dudley said, "Good morning Harry." His parents and friend looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Even Harry was surprised. Dudley was actually trying to make friends with him? 'I guess pigs can fly.' Harry thought. 'A simple levitation charm is all that's needed, but still.'

"Morning big D." Harry replied back.

"Boy! It is six o clock!" His uncle shouted. Harry looked at the clock. He was surprised his uncle could tell time.

"Yes sir. That's what it says on the clock." Harry replied.

"And…what time is our breakfast eaten?"

"Usually six to seven for you. Usually never for me."

"Damn right! So why are you not in the kitchen making our meal? Do you actually expect Petunia to make it?"

'Time for revenge.' "I didn't know that I was required to do so Uncle Vernon."

"Of course you are Freak." His uncle said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why else would we keep you here?" Harry heard a noise from the garden in the back, it sounded like a rustling bush. His relatives didn't seem to acknowledge it.

"I thought it was because you were supposed to raise me like I was your own?"

"Yeah right. Like we'd ever do something like that. Why would we share our love for our little Duddly-poo for the likes of you?" Petunia screamed.

"Mom, stop calling me that. I'm seventeen. I don't think you should be calling me that anymore. But back to the point, I treated Harry like crap." Dudley said simply. "I only did this because I was raised to believe that it was my duty to do so."

"Which it is!" his father shouted. He turned to Harry. "What have you done to my perfect son. He would never show you any sort of care if something hadn't of happened to-"

"Something did happen!" Dudley shouted back at his surprised parents. "I was bloody attacked and Harry saved my life. If he hadn't of been there…I would be dead."

The noise from outside came again, but only louder. Dudley seemed to hear it. He glanced a questioning look at Harry. Harry nodded back to him gravely.

"The only reason you were attacked was because he attacked you!" Petunia shrieked.

"No it isn't mother. Harry and I have not always been on the best of terms but since last year we've been trying to repair the damage you've caused! It was Harry who inspired me to work out, stop smoking, doing drugs, and lose all the weight you helped give me for thirteen years. I looked like a yoga ball by my third birthday!"

"How dare you fill my Dudder's head with such nonsense!" Vernon roared. Petunia shouted, "My Duddy-kins has never done anything bad. How dare you claim he's done drugs and smoked! And why would he need to lose weight? He is properly sized for his age. We have done nothing but raise our son to be a proper man."

"An extra-freaking-large man whose's been spoiled his whole life and has no idea on how to do anything by himself!" Dudley shouted.'

"Dudley! Why would you even care about that?" Piers complained. "That stuff's not important! Getting a job'll be a breeze. The girls will be begging to talk to us! We don't have to worry about getting ready for life." Dudley's parents nodded encouragingly. Dudley shook his head. Piers gave him an ludicrous look and said, "Come on! We should go do some Harry hunting! It's our favorite sport."

"No Piers. I've given up on that sick fantasy you people call a sport. I apologized to Harry for all the times I did that crap to him and he's forgiven me. Piers, I've grown up. It seems you have not." Piers was about to scream when Dudley said to his parents, "And you two. How could you do that to your own nephew? Dad, you've always been jealous about what others had. Mum, you're the same. You couldn't accept what your sister was, so you tried to shut out that part of your life. You even refused to even talk to her. I've never even met my aunt and uncle. From what Harry's friends have said, they're a hell of a lot better parents than you. You couldn't accept them for who they were. Well news flash, they are some of the richest people in the world. In both Wizarding and Muggle money." His parent's eyes gleamed at the thought of having that much money. Harry's mouth was open. How did Dudley know so much about the wizarding world?

"Thank you for telling us that Duddy. Now where is that money? We are the freak's guardians so that means we get all of his money." His mother said in glee. Dudley shook his head and elaborated.

"You're never going to get that money! Know why? Cause you two would have to go straight into the Wizaring World to get to it. Then you'd have to prove that you have the rights to the money. Face it, you're not getting Harry's money cause you both are nothing but greedy, selfish, idiotic, cowards!" The sound seemed to be right outside the door. "Do you want to know how I know about all this? Because I've done the thing you two have tried to prevent. I've fallen in love with a witch! And she's fallen in love with me! And she has the exact thing you two fear the most! MAGIC!" He screamed. Everyone, including Harry, was speechless. Dudley was in love? And the lucky lady was a witch?

Vernon stuttered. His eyes were an endless void of hatred and rage, But for the first time in his life, they were not aimed at the scrawny boy next to his son. No, his raging fury was straight at his own son!

"YOV'VE BETRAYED THIS FAMILY! PETUNIA AND I HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT HELP KEEP YOU AWAY FROM THOSE FREAKS! AND YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO LOVE ONE OF THOSE VERY FREAKS! WHOSE THE LITTLE SLUT? I'M GOING TO KILL HER RIGHT AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU!" Vernon roared. He grabbed a large steak knife from the kitchen counter and handed two others to Petunia and Piers. They had maniac looks in their eyes. They crept closer. Uncle Vernon lunged.

And then all hell broke loose.

Three or so people rushed in from the back door. They wore pitch black capes and robes. No skin could be seen on their bodies and they wore strange, but identical masks.

Death Eaters.

One of them waved their wands and Vernon crashed onto the floor.

"Who the hell are you!" Vernon demanded, squirming to get up. "This is a private matter."

"Oh." The silky voice from the tallest masked man spoke. "I do apologize but I think that our business is much more important than your family spat. As much as I would love to see the great Harry Potter stabbed to death by his own family, that death belongs to only the Dark Lord.

"I don't care what you say. Now get out of-" A flash of green light erupted from the wand of the silky voiced man and his lackeys. Another wave and Harry's only mean of protection was in the hands of the tallest of the three. The man waved Harry's stolen wand and the knives began stabbing the already dead bodies. Pools of blood oozed out of their corpses. Harry and Dudley were the only living people left to kill inside number four Privite Drive. And they looked like they were about to be sick.

"What do you want now Malfoy? Here to get your ass whooped again?" The man took off his mask and waves of white hair dropped down his back. His face looked very pale and wrinkled.

"Oh no Potter. We're just here to make sure you're out of the way. We can't kill you. Yet. But my lord said nothing about wrangling you up a bit. Oh and he said nothing about your cousin." Dudley was extremely pale now. But he clenched his fists and walked in front of Harry.

"N-no! I-I wont let y-you h-hurt Harry!"

"Foolish boy!" The tallest one waved his wand. Dudley screamed and Harry saw his forehead cut horribly. Blood gushed like a hose.

"No! Dudley! You will not touch him Malfoy!" Harry shouted. Lucius cast a few unknown spells at Harry, which he dodged.

"Dudley, get out of here!" Lucius cast a Petrificus Totalus before Dudley even heard Harry. He hit the floor hard, his face pure white, save the blood still rushing down madly.

"No…I'll finish him off after you." Spells were cast like mad at Harry. Seeing no other option he thought with all his might, 'PROTEGO!'. The invisible shield charm surrounded Harry and Dudley and did not disappear when he ended the spell. Dudley glowed and the huge gash disappeared. His eyes looked at Harry with pure adoration.

"Don't worry Big D. I'm not going anywhere.

"Impossible." The elderly Malfoy mumbled. Harry looked at the Head of the Malfoy House with pure hatred. Harry felt something snap. But it felt good. Pure magical energy flowed through his veins. He was not going to let Dudley die. Mr. Malfoy stumbled when he saw Harry's face. Instead of the weak, and dumb child morning over his godfather he, he instead was fighting a powerful warrior that felt no emotion. He nearly wet him self when he saw the warrior's eyes. Instead of seeing the emerald green eyes belonging to his mother, Harry Potter had eyes of the darkest black hole. The elder Malfoy knew that he needed to do something.

"Ava-" But he never had a chance to finish. Just like the boy's second year he was interrupted. But not by a house elf. This time it was the boy himself. Excruciating pain coursed through his blood. The Dark Lord's Curcio was nothing. A speck of dust compared to this. And all of it was coming from the boy with eyes of black steel.

His deafening scream erupted around them. The neighbors would only wonder for decades to come, who could have created such a loud shriek. There in front of Harry, was a crumpled Malfoy. Both his arms had been severed of. His right leg was disintegrated. Only a quarter of the left remained intact. It was the only appendage still connected to his body. Malfoy knew that the boy was keeping him alive, only to embrace the sight that was now Lucious Malfoy.

"You slimy, filthy, Muggle, !$,freaking, 2*)3^%&%$, sh$ass, %$ing, $$^%$^v^$$re! You will rue this $^%$ing day! And what was left of Lucious Apparated away. The two lackeys who hadn't done anything in the battle, shrieked had apparated away one second after seeing Harry Potter's eyes glow black.

Harry was exhausted. The dead bodies' scars and blood matched the state of the kitchen. He crumbled into the silent black night though the sun had just risen into the sky.

A/N: Hi guys. Wow! It sure was fun writing the first chapter for this story! It's going to be an Azkaban story so don't worry! I'm sure you can guess what might just happen next. DUMBledore will be like the bold, italicized, and underlined portion of the name says, DUMB! Alright! Harry kicked Lucius Malfoy's ass! And the followers are just plain stupid. This takes place directly after Book Five, just to let you know. Tell me what you think! And do my specialty, CHALLENGES!

1. What will happen next?

2. Who will the pairing be in this story?

A. Bellatrix Lestrange

B. Luna Lovegood

C. N. Tonks

D. Multiple (Tell me any others that you'd like as well) No Hermione love in this one! Sorry to all those pairing lovers out there. You'll find out why soon!

See you all by Friday at the latest,

SuperXBrother