"It was your Hogwarts Letter," Moody smirked, "and what makes you think that I checked it?"
"Constant Vigilance"
"That's me boy," the scarred man said proudly as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
"What are we going to do about the letter?" Harry eyed his mentor, looking for any opening in the older man's defense.
"Well," Moody responded, "I was thinking that we could go and get your school supplies, be a good idea to get you a wand that is on the books anyway."
"So they don't think of looking for my other wands?"
"That's part of it," Moody agreed.
"Can I also get a new eye like yours?" Harry asked hopefully, "I don't like not knowing if there are people lurking about under invisibility cloaks."
"We'll see," Moody smiled indulgently
AN: Just a bit of fun.
I've always been a bit annoyed at the fics that have Harry and (insert name here) suddenly develop feelings for each other after being separated, the plot goes on to hit several predictable points. If you feel the same then this OMAKE if for you, and in this OMAKE, I'm going to distill the important plot points that other authors take several chapters to write into a few lines.
"I can't believe I never saw it," Harry whispered to his new lover, "all this time I denied myself the happiness I deserved because I was unwilling to see you as anything but a friend."
"Don't talk like that," a tear fell out of the corner of the woman's eye, "we're together now and that's all that matters."
"But how could I allow you to place yourself in danger by loving me," Harry began to sob, "if it weren't for me you could be dating someone else and you would be safe."
The woman gently stroked her grieving lover, "without you in my life I wouldn't be living, in fact from now on I insist on everyone calling me Mrs. Potter."
"Are you sure that you want to marry me?" Harry's sobs had abated and he began trembling.
"Of course I do, now let's go find a broom closet to snog in."
"Sure thing Professor McGonagall," Harry wrapped his arms around the love of his life, "your wish is my command."
"Harry," the woman cooed, "after all the things that we've done to each other tonight, I think that it would be appropriate to call me Minnie."
A more Traditional 'Harry in Azkaban Story'
It had been three months since he had been thrown into Azkaban for the murder of one of the less important characters (shall we say . . . a Huffelpuff named Stebbins) and he could still remember Dumbledore's disappointed look as the Dementors dragged him away.
Holding a bony hand in front of his face Harry began talking to himself to move the plot along, "good thing I had all that time at the Dursleys." He managed to force a grin, "else I wouldn't be so use to starving."
"Here's your gruel you bastard." Sadistic Ministry Guard #5 spat out as he tossed a bowl of barely edible mystery food into the cell, "and I hope you choke on it."
Crawling over to the puddle of gruel, Harry began gathering it up forcing himself to eat it, "what I wouldn't give to have Dobby here right now," he muttered to himself, "then I could have . . ."
"You called Harry Potter Sir?" Dobby appeared, cutting off the muttering.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked the small elf in shock, "and how did you get past the wards?"
"You called me Harry Potter Sir," the small elf looked up in concern.
"So because I called you, you came?" Harry began to look annoyed, "are you telling me that I could have called you three months ago and gotten out of this hell hole?"
"Yes Harry Potter Sir." Dobby nodded, "Dobby has been waiting and waiting but it wasn't until now that Harry Potter called."
Harry just looked at the small elf in shock and then he shrugged his shoulders, "screw it," he turned to the small elf, "Dobby, take me out of here."
"Ok," Dobby nodded happily and then, with a flash Azkaban was missing one prisoner. "Where does Harry Potter Sir wish to go?"
"Somewhere I can get cleaned up," Harry looked down at his dirty robes. "And somewhere I can get some new clothes."
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Staring at the cold damp walls of his cell, Harry Potter began to laugh. It had taken nearly a year of solitary confinement and daily beatings, but he finally got the joke. His whole life was nothing more then a means of entertainment for the sheep in the wizarding world.
Until now, he had been miserable, broken, and depressed at the thought that his friends had betrayed him but now . . . now he just found it hilarious.
Outside, a lone guard began to approach to investigate the sound of laughter, a sound rarely heard within the walls of the prison.
Slowly, cautiously he opened the door to the cell belonging to one of the prison's most infamous inmates.
Harry looked up in annoyance, the guard's presence breaking his concentration. In a flash, the his happiness turned to rage, the guard didn't even have time to scream before he was rendered unconscious by the boy who lived.
Looking down at his handy work, Harry smiled. Stripping the guard of his wand and other valuables, and pausing only to relock the door to his cell. Harry Potter replicated a feat first performed by his godfather, Harry Potter escaped.
Due to a previously unknown flaw in the wards, it would be several months before his absence was noticed. With the presence of the guard in Harry Potter's cell, the wards of Azkaban reported no escape. Why would they? There were no missing prisoners.
Harry Potter did not waste a moment of his freedom, the first thing he give an updated version of Tom Riddle's will to the goblins. It was amazing what one could accomplish and more importantly what one could forage when they had access to a man's memories and a portion of his power.
Smirking evilly, Harry prepared to enact the next portion of his plan. The reunion of the two people that showed him any loyalty.
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