A/N: I have no idea what this story is going to be about. I need some ideas for a next chapter, and perhaps some direction for this plot. Leave a review, and give me your opinion about where I should take it.

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Part 01: Too Much Power

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The shriek was an amazing noise. The sound was so pained and horrible, that it could be heard by muggles, more than two hundred miles away. Everyone who heard the sound turned their heads to the north, wondering who could be in enough pain to make that horrible sound.

"Damn!" the warden said. "That's the fourth one this week." Trying to deal with his newest prisoner was turning out to be far more trouble than it was worth. "The Dementors will never go near him now. That one only went because I promised it a soul to feed on if it could subdue him!"

"I thought he was supposed to be a muggle now, Mr. Weasley." Said an old, tired voice. The voice belonged to one, very old, Albus Dumbledore. "At least, that's what the ministry of Magic has been saying for the last two weeks."

"Damn it, Professor, he shouldn't even be here!" Ronald Weasley, the newest prison warden of Azkaban, said. "He's a hero, not some bloody convict! I checked the books, and there is no mention of the curse he used in conjunction with anything illegal, and I checked back all the way to the Great Magical war."

Albus knew these things. "The ministry of magic has decided that that particular curse is going to be the fourth unforgivable. Once they pass the law, they will give Harry his trial, and he will be found guilty, even if it wasn't illegal when he did it." Albus looked more tired than Ron had ever seen him. "Understand, Ronald, that Harry poses a threat to the government. He is simply too powerful politically right now. They need to get him out of the way, so that life can continue for them."

"I've been ordered to post his cell at maximum security, Professor." Ron said. "I' don't want to, and I normally keep the Dementors as far from him as possible, but Minister Fudge is visiting at the end of the week, and I'm scared of what he might do to Harry if he's not happy about how I'm 'containing' his number one prisoner."

"But you haven't explained what's happening to these dementors, Ronald. By all of our tests, Harry is as muggle as a person can get." The professor's eyes twinkled a little. It was an interesting puzzle, and Albus liked interesting puzzles. "That last spell of his seemed to take all of Harry's magic, along with Voldemort's life."

"I know that, Professor, and as far as we can tell, it's true." Ron was puzzled by this, and hoped that his old Headmaster could put together the pieces. "The wards are keyed to record every variation in ambient magic. It's one of the best security features we have to protect our people. Harry has killed four Dementors, with magic, and the wards have not recorded even a small change in ambient magic. I can't figure it out, and it scares me more than I like to admit."

"May I speak to Harry?" Dumbledore asked. "I am an accomplished scanner, Ronald, and I may be able to discern what is going on with him if I can get close."

"That's tricky, Professor. Ministry policy, and Fudge's strict orders say that nobody speaks to a maximum-security prisoner without a Dementor present. Getting another one to even enter that corridor is going to be hell after that scream." Ron said. "I kind of wish that I could just send them all down that way, and let Harry deal with them all. I hate them, Professor. I'm convinced that they are fully as evil as Voldemort ever was."

It took almost two hours of prodding to convince another dementor to take the walk down that hallway, but the old Headmaster was a master of manipulation, and one did eventually agree. It turned out to be a mistake that the dementor wouldn't live to regret.

Professor Dumbledore noticed it before anyone else. The dementor was gliding a few feet ahead of them, and the two wizards were shivering in the freezing wake of the horrible creature, when Dumbledore noticed the temperature increase significantly, as if the dementor had lost its melancholy power. Dumbledore raised his hand, indicating that Ron should stop. The dementor floated his way to Harry's cell, and turned, preparing to inhale the positive emotions from the room. It never had a chance.

A bolt of solid white light hurtled, like a javelin, through the open bars of the cell, and skewered the dementor, as if it were a dartboard. Ron watched in horrified fascination as the spear of light got stuck in the middle of the dementor, making it look like an extremely large piece of moldy, skewered octopus. That lasted for no more than three seconds. The spear didn't dissipate, but the dementor did. With a piercing shriek, a scream so primal that Ron nearly wet his pants, the dementor began tearing itself apart from the inside. Cracks of bright white light began to show, and the dementor exploded in a shower of black cloth that disintegrated before it ever touched the ground.

"Wow." Ron was stuck pretty much speechless by the display, but his mouth had a tendency to run before his mind caught up, so he seemed to come to his senses faster. "That was very impressive, Professor. I never saw how Harry did it before, but now that I have, I'm even more scared than before."

Dumbledore, however, was trying not to panic. It took him several minutes to master himself before he could reply. "Ronald, that was easily the most terrifying thing I've ever witnessed." Ron looked at him questioningly. "I've never felt so much raw power, or as tightly leashed control as I just felt in that spell. It was hard to get a handle on. I would have missed it if I hadn't been tipped off earlier. It was simply too fast to register, Ronald." He considered putting his visit to Harry on hold, but knew it would do any good. It was doubtful that Harry would get any less powerful in the next few days, and He needed to be spoken to before Cornelius Fudge arrived. "I would like to speak to him now, Ronald. I know the rules, but there has been an accident with the dementor. I will speak to him anyway"

"If you still want to talk to him, be my guest Professor." Ron said, still shaky from Harry's display of power. "I, however, suddenly want to be as far away from this cell as I can get. My office is on the other side of the prison. If you come back," Ron said, as he got ready to leave, "tell me about your visit."

With a large amount of trepidation, Albus Dumbledore approached the cell. The wizard in the cell was something of an enigma, and he wasn't too sure it was a puzzle that he wanted to solve. However, for the sake of the world, he had to solve it. The government wasn't stable right now, and the last thing the wizarding world needed was their savior to be saddled with the cold-blooded murder of the Minister of Magic, even if it was justified.

As he neared the cell's entrance, Dumbledore reflected on his plan. It was a very good plan, and almost certain to work. When the case was presented to the ministry, his own contacts would turn the investigation to the Minister's questionable practices, and prove that the spell that Harry used was not a dark art. Then, the Minister would be ousted from his position, and Harry would be released. It wasn't the perfect plan, but it did depend on Harry's cooperation, which was the entire reason Albus Dumbledore had gone to Azkaban that day.

Albus reached the door, and looked inside. There was Harry, dressed in his prison robes, sitting on the stone bed that was part of his cell, staring off into space. His heart went out to the young man, and he placed a hand on the bars. The cell door swung open silently, and Albus jumped back in shock. He hadn't done that. He waited for a few seconds, and noticed that the alarms had not gone off. Then, he registered that someone was looking at him. He looked back to Harry, and met a pair of emerald-green eyes.

"Are you coming in, Professor?" Harry asked. Albus could only stare at those eyes. There was power, more power than Albus Dumbledore had ever imagined locked tightly behind those eyes, and it scared him far more than Voldemort ever had. "I opened the door for you, so please come in and speak to me."

Gathering all of his courage, Albus walked into the cell. The moment he passed the entryway, the cell changed drastically. Suddenly, he was standing in the Gryffindor common room. He was amazed and shocked at the same time. This was far better than the prison, but it normally took several days of preparation and hours of focus to create such a realistic somnorium, or dream structure.

When he looked at Harry again, there was a small amount of humor in those powerful eyes. "I thought you might be more comfortable in this place than out in the hallway. After all, appearances must be kept."

Albus had so many questions to ask, but didn't know how to broach the subject. He decided to start with the small talk. "Good afternoon, Harry."

Harry sensed that the small talk was about to start, and had to stop it before Dumbledore said something he'd regret. It didn't even have to be anything big. "Professor, before you begin the small talk, there is something you need to know, a bit of caution, if you will. Do not, under any circumstances, say something that might anger me. I have no control left."

As was normal for Albus, he immediately questioned that. "You seem in perfect control Harry. So much control, in fact, that our tests have you down as a muggle."

Less than a second later, Albus learned what Harry meant. The touch of annoyance would be pushed aside by anyone else, but Harry immediately lost his control, and the room began to spin. Cups flew at the wall, and the pictures all broke. Glass bowls shattered, and the fire roared out of control. "I meant no control over my emotions!" The pandemonium increased, and Dumbledore had to duck a few objects. "The slightest thing can set me off! I warned you, and you ignored me!" Albus found himself picked up out of his seat, and tossed out of the cell. "Come back later, or die where you stand." Harry growled. Albus wasted no time, and literally ran from the corridor.