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"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl...stand aside, now...

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy..."

Harry jolted awake. Panting like hell, Harry looked around with depression setting in. Harry Potter is now living in the worst place of all-the Azkaban. The cells were dark with enchanted doors and steel bars to prevent wizards and witches to escape from the Dementors since Sirius Black's escape. On his left, was the cell of Lucius Malfoy and on his right was the cell of Crabbe. Letting out a cold laugh, Harry thought of the irony.

'I, Harry Potter, the one whom the wizarding world had defined as the sole survivor of the Darkest of Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, sole survivor of the unblockable Killing curse living in this god forsaken place, ' Harry thought grimly. 'And yet now I was sentenced to be imprisoned within this foul place! What for? For killing Peter Pettigrew, that traitor of the Order of Phoenix and my parents!'

Unable to withstand the cold draining powers of the Dementors that lurked around outside his cell, Harry transformed in his animagus form- the Royal Phoenix. Harry or now rather the phoenix flew towards the window and perched on by it. The phoenix was careful not to touch the steel bar that prevents anyone to escape. The steel bars had been enchanted by lightning that will deal a powerful charge to anyone but the Dementors. The phoenix looked out at the night sky and wondered since when he had last watch the sunrise beyond the distant horizon and the moonrise. The silver-coloured phoenix let out a small trill to release his depression. Suddenly, the phoenix fell off the ledge and transformed backed into his human form.

With a cry of surprise, Harry felt the dull burning on his forehead.

"Lord Voldemort have returned!" hissed Harry as he clutched his lightning shaped scar. Harry heard the cries of all the Death Eaters that lived around his cell. Harry had known that Lord Voldemort was much alive but was severely weakened by Harry himself. Now that the scar burned, Harry understood that the Dark Lord had returned, in full powers. Cries like, "Hail My Lord whom returned!"

"Our master has returned!"

"We will reign supreme after my master free us! Watch out, the Order of Phoenix, we have returned!"

Harry was unable to withstand the cries of loyalty to the Dark Lord. Harry then transformed back to his phoenix form and with an anguish cry, destroyed the steel bars, which was the last, hinder to his freedom. The phoenix looked surprised at the powers of his cry. Then abandoning all thoughts the Royal Phoenix took to the air through the destroyed window.

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Dumbledore looked outside the window and remembered how Harry's explanation was rejected and he was unable to stop the Ministry to put Harry into the Wizarding prison. Letting out a sigh, Dumbledore felt pain and regret. Only Dumbledore himself believed that Harry was innocent of his crime. He himself had placed high hopes on Harry along with the wizarding world for Harry to defeat Lord Voldemort. Under all this amount of pressure, it will be a wonder of the world if Harry had not broke and kill someone. Harry actually had killed one of the greatest traitors in the wizarding history, Peter Pettigrew, and yet he was to be imprisoned for murder. Ha! The irony. An owl flew in and dropped the Daily Prophet onto Dumbledore's desk and flew away. Dumbledore's eyes widen as he read the headlines of today's news.

Harry Potter escaped from Azkaban!

One of the most infamous prisoners of the Azkaban had escaped from clutches of the Dementors. Harry Potter aka 'The Boy Who lived' was imprisoned for killing one of the greatest spies known to all, Peter Pettigrew. This was the second time that a prisoner had escaped from Azkaban, and the first to escape the dreaded prison was the infamous Sirius Black. Black had yet to be found since his bold escape.

And now Potter had once again broken away from the prison. The Ministry of Magic has enough evidences to show that Harry Potter will be planning to join his master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We can only hope and pray that the Ministry can capture Potter before He-Who-Must-Not-Named can rise to powers.

Special Correspondent,

Rita Skeeter.

Dumbledore threw the paper away with disgust and rage in his eyes. If anyone else were in the room, he or she would have felt the raw powers that was radiating from Dumbledore.

"How dare she!" cried Dumbledore as he looked at Rita Skeeter's name with disgust. "Harry Potter is innocent and yet they illustrate him as a Dark wizard just because he killed Peter Pettigrew!"

Dumbledore muttered to himself as he paced up and down the office trying to find away to contact Harry when a sudden light pecking on the window distracted him. Dumbledore could hardly suppress a cry of delight as he saw a silver-coloured phoenix hovering by the window. The old mage threw himself towards the window and fumbled with latch for a moment before he managed to open the window and let the phoenix in. the phoenix flew into the room, landed and transformed tall man with a mop of jet black messy hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead and emerald green eyes. Harry Potter has returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

Dumbledore greeted Harry with a joyous smile on his face but stopped when he saw Harry's face.

"Professor, I'm here because Lord Voldemort had been restored to power. He will storm the Azkaban in a few weeks' time to get his Death Eaters, and then he will invade here. We need to call on the Order of Phoenix to safeguard ourselves against this new threat," said Harry in cold raspy voice.

At this statement, the Headmaster looked worried.

"What about you, Harry? You can't possibly walk outside and declare that Lord Voldemort have return, can't you?"

"No, Albus," replied Harry as he looked at his mentor into his eyes. "I will stay here as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I understand that you are always out of DADA teacher."

"Harry! That's good idea! But you have change you looks..."

"That is not a problem, I have a alter personality which can change my look. I will start this year, school have yet to start, right?"

"Yes Harry," said the aged wizard, as he looked Harry. "Can I see your alter personality look as you put it?"

Harry didn't reply. He suddenly seems to go into a deep concentration. Then slowly, he changed. Harry's messy hair turn neater and tidier, his scar also disappeared. Slowly, a miniature hurricane form and Harry disappear from sight. When the whirlwind stopped, Harry Potter could not longer be seen. It is place was a good looking twenty plus young man with short, neat hair. His face was young, vibrant and clear cut. A pair of bright green eyes sparkled with joy, mischief and laughter. He was tall and when he spoke, a certain demand of respect and patience.

"Well Professor Dumbledore, do I suit to have the place of your Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore could hardly resist a laugh. "Yes, it's very good, Mr.?

"Call me Morrow, James Morrow," said Harry before he broke into his first smile since he was thrown into the Azkaban.

"Very well, Professor Morrow. Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary, you have got your place as the Defense Against the Dark Art teacher," declared Dumbledore with a grin.

"Albus, I'm wondering how is Sirius and Remus?" asked Harry suddenly. He immediately sensed a change in Dumbledore look.

"Sirius is taking your arrest very badly, he was on the verge of depression if not for Remus," said Dumbledore.

"Oh Lord," whispered Harry.

"Well Harry, or should I say Professor Morrow?" asked Dumbledore.

"As you wish, Headmaster."

"Professor Morrow, I will take you to your living quarter, I hope that you are well prepared to teach the students of Lord Voldemort this year as well as the Unforgivables?"

"I'm always ready to pass my experience to the student, Professor."

TBC...

A note from you Author:

Haha! A new story! I spent the last few days brainstorm for this idea! I hope that you like this new style of writing. I'm sorry that my Harry Potter: Lord of Light had been delayed. I'm still waiting for my Beta's reply. Hope all of you like this! By the way this story is NOT part or the squeal of Harry Potter: Lord of Light! Please take note.

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