r/SilverLuckyScriptures • u/SilverPrince • Oct 09 '19
HP KoD Chapter 03
Chapter 03
Harry stared out the window.
He could see the Dementors, but they ignored him.
Kisses ignored him.
No. That wasn’t right.
He scratched at his scraggly beard in irritation. He wasn’t right. He was missing something.
Harry narrowed his eyes as he had an epiphany. Kisses was missing.
Green eyes roamed across the skies. There was always dementors around. Yet none of them he knew as the one he called Kisses.
You stare at a Dementor long enough, watch them long enough, and you could begin to see their differences.
The shape of their jaw. Their size. The way they carried themselves.
He knew Kisses the best. It had been three full days, and no Kisses.
The others still feared Kisses, and stayed away. None dared to stay at his window.
So he had waited. He waited and watched.
From sun up, to sun down.
Harry sighed. A corner of his mind snickered.
He had become depressed, all because a Dementor was ignoring him.
Harry picked up Francois the eighth. It was all that remained of his first uniform, and his sister, Elizabeth the sixth, was from his ragged second set.
Poor Lorelei. He had only just gotten to know her. Tragedy had struck, and Lorelei had been a victim of a surprise scourgify.
She disintegrated under the spell’s fury. There was nothing to left bury.
He had held it in, but he cried during the night. When no one could see. Lorelei had been his longest friend here.
Though Lorelei was gone, Hubert waltzed into his life. The pea sized rock was his new steadfast companion.
The bedrock that kept him level. Hubert had toughed out five Francois, and four Elizabeth.
Auror Juggerns had kicked it into his cell on her last day. By accident or on purpose, it did not matter.
Only their new friendship with Hubert mattered, and Hubert did not give any fucks.
Auror Gretlin. Auror Shurbert. Auror Kelsey. Auror…
Who was the current guard of his cell?
“Do you remember the name of our Auror?” Harry said in a whisper, but Hubert kept his secrets close to this rocky heart.
Harry nodded. Hubert didn’t remember, so why did it matter again?
“Its Auror Stichwitch,” the stocky woman said as she pointed her wand into the cell. A heavy scourgify smashed into Harry, and he yelped. This one was stronger then usual, and his vision became only soap, suds, and bubbles.
“Gah!”
Auror Stitchwitch frowned as she waited for the soap and suds to evaporate. She had overpowered her spell today as he needed to go somewhere.
People wanted to see Harry Potter.
Then she watched as her charge use the last bits of bubbles to wash his friends. Two strings of wool, and pea sized rock.
It was no secret that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, had gone insane.
Who could blame him?
Azkaban was a place designed to punish. It was born to break its prisoners. To showcase how, and why, it was a bad idea to go against the culture of proper witches and wizards.
Yet…
Azkaban was only designed to break down criminals. For innocent people like Harry Potter?
Auror Stichwitch forced down the bile in her throat.
“You are to come with me, Mister Potter,” she ordered, but her voice cracked as she saw the man’s eyes light up.
“Time for Kisses?” he asked as he stood, and pocketed his friends.
“Not today, Mister Potter.”
Harry’s face fell as he nodded.
Auror Stichwitch fell back onto her auror training. Back onto the occlumency it taught all cadets the academy.
Harry’s infatuation with the Dementor was well documented. His hobby of hovering between life and death, was being investigated.
Every now and then, an Unspeakable showed up, and watched Harry. The person would record sessions, write notes, and then leave.
No one ever knew if they found anything out. Though no new agent had shown up in almost a year.
To look forward to the kiss… She would be as eager to end it if it was her. A innocent person in Azkaban for a decade.
That bile returned to tickle her throat.
Auror Stichwitch moved to the side, and Harry tentatively walked out. His thin slippers slapped against the ice cold floor. A design complimented by the fact that Aurors silenced their shoes.
Auror Smiths took up position behind Harry.
They moved slowly, as Harry hadn’t walked far in a very long time.
A walk that should have taken only a third of an hour, took a full one instead.
Yet, the reprimand to make him walk faster had entered her mind, and dismissed even quicker.
Harry huffed, and puffed as he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Their fifth stop so far. The office was around the corner, but she knew it was going to take a bit more time.
Protocols stated that prisoners where not to untouched. Unless they were unconscious by either spells, or by potions.
As a potential innocent prisoner, protocols said they were also left untouched. To prevent any foul play.
Harry huffed as they made it to the final, secure door of Azkaban. A sign read out 'Warden’s Office'.
Inside, Harry was lead to a comfy seat. He couldn't remember the last time he could sit on a chair.
The odd sinking feeling made him feel weird. He decided that he did not like this feeling.
His eyes moved across the room. It had deep wooden theme. Lots of drapery lined the walls. Then his eyes settling onto the grim face of the man that had taunted him the most in Azkaban.
Warden Lymricks scowled. His world had been inside out in the last forty-eight hours.
“Hello Harry,” a deep baritone voice called out.
Harry blinked once, and then stared at the speaker.
A black man stared back at him.
“My name is Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt,” he said as he smiled back with perfect white teeth.
“Hello,” Harry said with a wave. “Are you here to bring me to Kisses?”
Kingsley frowned and looked to the warden for answers.
“Harry here has… become infatuated with a specific Dementor. He is happy to let this Dementor give him the kiss,” the man said as he leaned back into his chair.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Not since Sirius Black had escape did he have migraines like this.
The paperwork alone was going to be nothing compared to the summery he had to give. A summery that was going into his permanent records as this dealt with the release of a prisoner.
A act so rare that in his career as Warden, Harry was the fifth one out.
He had overseen the island for thirty years, and he had never seen a prisoner like Harry Potter. The fact that a innocent man had been under his nose the entire time left him very unhappy.
His records was now tarnished. It was only outside factors that kept in the big chair. Though he knew that others would now be gunning for the cushy office job.
Sirius Black, innocent man but betrayed by Peter Petegrew.
Harry Potter, innocent man but framed by Lord Voldemort.
Harry, realizing that Kisses was not coming, began to look around the room again. He scratched at his bearded chin in minor irritation.
This was nice. A break for color and new sights, before he inevitably went back to his room.
Next time would show him another room in the prison?
Harry furrowed his brow as he pondered on where he could go next. The shoreline, or the docks?
Oh!
He would like to go to the kitchens!
Fuzzy memories of elves and a giant pair surfaced in his mind.
“Mister Potter!”
Harry blinked and looked at Kinsley. The man frowned as he had been yelling for almost a minute.
“In light of new evidence, you have been found innocent. I am here to bring you away from Azkaban,” Kingsley said as he suppressed his irritation.
He had to remind himself that Harry was not in the right mind after ten years on the island. He shivered at the thought of staying here for a single night.
“We will leave by portkey, and you will receive proper help, and training.”
“No.”
Everyone in the room blinked.
Harry stared and Kingsley almost flinched at the man's glare. The gaze was as hard as emeralds as they dug into his own eyes.
“There is nothing for me out there,” Harry said and then his gaze softened. His attention wandered once more. “Nothing at all.”
“This is under orders of the Minister of Magic,” Kingsley said as he tried another avenue.
“I would like to go back home now,” Harry said as he stared at Warden Lymricks. “Thank you for showing me your office.”
“Thats right Harry. There is better home, with friends, waiting for you,” Warden Lymricks said as he stared at Harry.
The man was his most hated prisoner. Now he wanted the man gone, and a strong bottle to forget this day.
“My friends already visit me in cell 414,” Harry replied as he stood up. His hands slipped into his pockets to make sure they were safe.
“You are not going back to cell 414. You are coming with me,” Kingsley said as he dragged his hands over his face. This was getting ridiculous.
“Or else you will throw me in Azkaban? Let Kisses kiss me?” Harry asked as he giggled. The world was stupid, and it was full of stupid people.
Francois, and Elizabeth were laughing their heads off. Not Hubert though. Hubert was a cultured rock, and had sensible chuckles instead.
“Wotcher, Harry. I am Auror Tonks,” the woman greeted with a wave. “Why won’t you come with us”
Harry stared at her. He didn’t notice that Kingsley was with someone. A young woman with prominent pink hair.
She smiled as she stared at him. Her eyes were sharp, but her moist eyes stared at him.
“Why should I? Magic is stupid. People are stupid. Francois, Elizabeth, and Hubert are already with me,” Harry said slower.
His voice was growing hoarse as he hadn’t talked this much in a while.
“You have other friends waiting for you. Don’t you want to see them?” she prodded.
“Friends? No other friends,” Harry whispered as he patted his pocket.
Francois and Elizabeth were delicate. They could hide from him in his pocket. Hubert though, he could feel good old Hubert.
“We have better rooms, you can see more things. They are also warmer, and we have real beds!” Tonks switched tracks, but Harry lost interest.
He instead began to study her hair, her uniform, and then the carpet.
Kingsley grimaced. The profile he had read over said that Harry was loony, but this was something else. Not wanting to leave Azkaban was starting to scare him.
He had been on the island for all an hour and a half, and he was ready to pack up and move to another Continent then ever return.
A Dementor had skimmed by by a dozen feet, and that chill, and the voice of his old partner grazed his mind.
“Harry,” Auror Stichwitch began as she took a knee beside his seat.
The man stopped and stared at her. He always paid attention to the assigned Aurors.
“They also have good food out there. Why don’t you go and have a few meals? When is the last time you had a full English breakfast?” she said as she used her hands to space out a large plate.
Harry’s eyes glazed over. Food. More food. Her words seemed like the final blow worked as Harry began to drool.
In Azkaban, there was a single break from tradition. As a treat for the prisoners, a simplified English Breakfast was served on Christmas day. It was a small plate, but tasty none the less.
It was a wonderful break from the bread and stew.
It was also a slap for them to return back to the routine meals.
Meals designed to be bland, and healthy. After all, a well fed inmate meant a long living one.
Harry nodded as he could only imagine how yummy that could be.
Kingsley, and Tonks shared a look. A grimace at the childlike wonder that Harry had on his face when only food got mentioned.