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It was quite ironic.

really . how it all ended.

I, their supposed savior thrown into Azkaban by none other than themselves.

Because I -supposedly- went dark.

Because I've "lost my mind". My sanity.

Oh, how the irony.

And then to think that this one act probably saved me from going insane, even if they didn't intend to do so.

How the irony.

But still.

I have given them everything. Everything I had. I have given them my live. And this is the thanks I get?

Fuck them all!

10 years that I've had to spend at the Dursleys.

7 years at Hogwarts.

And 18 years of war against Voldemort.

As if Hogwarts hadn't been bad enough. Constant learning, dangers and traps set by Dumbledore and Voldemort alike, the ridiculing from my classmates, the jealousy from Ron and the bossing from Hermione, the Fan girls.

No. The War turned out to be a hundred times worse.

Dumbledore didn't trust me when I had been only a student at Hogwarts, but it got worse when the war started. He told everyone around me to spy on me and not to trust me.

Ron became even more jealous of me, for the attention I was getting of everyone else.

Hermione was trying to order me around my every waking moment, telling me what to do, trying to control me.

Ginny became … pushy. First trying to get me to date her, then wanting me to marry her.

Honestly, I never even liked her that way!

And everyone else was doing the same. Observing, ordering, trying to push me around. all the while looking at me as if I was the only one with magic.

I'm not.

So I drew back. Hiding in books. Trying to learn everything I could for my final showdown with Voldemort.

That's another thing that changed with compared with Hogwarts.

Before I only had to learn enough to pass my grades.

Now I had to learn to survive.

This probably made them all to belief I went "dark". Snort.

It shouldn't surprise me I suppose.

Not at all. They've always been Horrible narrow-minded.

And after I've defeated Voldemort they thought I'd want to be the next Dark Lord.

Humph.

As if.

And I didn't even need to tell them that I've gotten all of Voldemorts memories to be shipped to Azkaban by them.

Bound my magic, snapped my wand and sent me to the Dementors as breakfast.

But as I said: it probably saved me.

The Dementors took away all the emotions and left behind nothing but the bare facts, leaving me detached from the events.

It was 10 years ago now, that I had been thrown into this hellhole.

10 years that I needed to bring these memories under control, to understand the knowledge that had been given to me, to be able to use all of my abilities -new and old- to their fullest.

Not one moment too early.

As I look out of the window off my cell, I see 8 figures climbing out of a boot and onto the island.

From the distance I see Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Ronald Weasley, Hermoine Granger, two Aurors as well as two other people I can't recognice.

I know they've come for me, whether to sentence me to death or to finally set innocent me free, I neither know nor care.

10 years I have waited for this day to come, what do I care who will stand in this cell in a few minutes.

I throw a last look at the scene down, then a bright light fills the cell and whisks me away.

It was early morning. A man, around 40 years old, and a child, 8 years old were standing opposite to each other.

The child was staggering a bit, obviously exhausted, and seemingly a bit underfed as well.

It had shoulder long black hair and dazzling green eyes.

The man walked towards the child, took it's hand and pulled it close.

"I've awaited you for the last 10 years, Harry. Come, I've prepared everything for your arrival."

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