Harry Potter and the Realization of Fate by meurysan

Darkness pervaded the small dank cell where a young skeletal man lay hunkered on a filthy decrepit mattress while a storm raged outside. Brilliant flashes of lightening bathed the rotten cell in an eerie light that caused shadows to take on a life all their own. However, the loud claps of thunder and flashes of light had no effect on the young man that stared blankly at the slime covered stone wall. He was lost somewhere else and even the Dementors that roamed the prison of Azkaban could no longer feed off him.

This was no ordinary prisoner slowly slipping away from reality; this was the former hero of the wizarding world, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. No one would recognize him now; no one even knew what he looked like since no one had visited him in the last year since the day he was sentenced to 3 consecutive life terms by the Wizengamot. His body was wasting away from the lack of food and exercise. The only life the inmate showed was at meal times twice a day to eat the sorry excuse of soup the prison provided, then to use the not so private privy in a corner of his cell. His once brilliant emerald green eyes were now bland and void as he repeated his daily ritual, unconcerned with anything else surrounding him. Back to the center of the cell he would move and seat himself on the grimy floor and loose himself in a trance reliving every minute of his unhappy life. Inevitably his thoughts would drift back to that one moment in time when he had lost everything.

It was an open and shut case for everyone that was involved, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic for Great Britain, made sure of that. The Dursley's were dead by his own hands it seems, as young Harry was found with their blood all over him, Mrs. Figg and Percy Weasley were also found dead at the scene, killed by the Avada Kedavra curse which after investigation was found to be cast by Harry's wand. The boy was unconscious and sporting several broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a severe concussion when they found him but he only received cursory healing, begrudgingly by his school healer Madame Pomfrey, to get him to trial as soon as possible. No one cared what had actually happened. No one questioned how he had come by his injuries or the pain he was under during the trial. They mocked his pain, thought he deserved worse. No one ever questioned how Mrs. Figg or Percy Weasley happened to be there that night.

Minister Fudge was beyond ecstatic that he was finally able to prove to the wizarding public that he had been right about the awful boy, such a trouble maker. Gleeful to the point of insanity that he would be getting rid of this thorn in his side, the boy that caused so many problems for him, the boy who by his very existence threatened his role as minister. Fudge gloated to everyone who would listen, mainly the press, about how he had known all along the boy was evil, constantly lying and trying to cover his tracks blaming his heinous deeds on others. Even Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age couldn't stand against the overwhelming evidence of Harry's crime, he was so distraught over his charge seeming to have taken the dark path that his mind became befuddled and he couldn't think beyond the present. He was severely disappointed in the boy and made it known to Harry more than once. Even when he looked at the boy it was with such anger that Harry couldn't face the man. His fury however, was nothing compared to that of the Weasely's. Harry had thought he was part of the family, loved and supported by them, how many times had they assured him he was one of their own, surely they would believe him, but when it came to one of their own blood, Percy, it was no comparison. They scorned him and shouted insults about him and his betrayal; they thirsted for revenge for the death of their true son. Coupled with this and Dumbledore's lack of support, Harry's heart broke, he was doomed and lost all hope, the last nail was hammered into Harry's coffin when he learned that Mrs. Figg, although a squib, was a relative of Madame Bones, the head of the Department of magical law Enforcement. So many against him, everyone he thought who had ever loved him or cared about him. They were the only ones that he trusted in his life, he considered them more family than his own blood relatives and now they were turning their backs on him. Left alone, must be fate for me to be alone and unloved the rest of my life, Harry thought, why does everyone hate me so? What did I ever do? I tried to keep everyone safe, I tried to be what they wanted but it never seems to work, WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL! He screamed in his head through the pain. He tried over and over to make them see his innocence through the burning pain in his heart, but they were blind by their hatred and grief. He felt like his broken heart was being torn out of his chest and he longed for death, anything that would make the pain cease.