Title: Zephuros
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: M/R
Pairings: HP/OC, obviously
Warnings: Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu-age
Summary: Not all acts are forgivable, and Harry finds himself swayed by one who teaches him so much more than the Order ever dared.

Disclaim Her: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: So, I was reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, which I've read before, and chatting with Shivani when I got this sudden, inexplicable urge to write a Harry in Azkaban story with a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu. So I pleaded to Shivani to hit me over the head and tell me no, but she ended up condoning it and even, perhaps, helping it along a bit.
I'm strapped for ideas for my other works, so I shall take what Kam-kun hands me and go with it.

PS - We'll start off with a bit of back story on Harry's part, then jump right into Gary-Sue Land next chapter. XD

Harry's Tale

Harry decided that he just generally hated all the people of the world. Especially the Order of the Phoenix. And the Ministry of Magic. And the Dursleys. And Voldemort on a particularly bad day.

Yeah, he knew it was supposed to be the other way around; hate Voldemort all the time and the Order only on bad days. But while Voldemort gave him headaches from time to time, the Order just generally pissed him off by not including him. Never mind that he was eighteen now and over-age. Never mind that he was the 'Chosen One'. They still didn't tell him anything. Ever. Especially when he most needed it.

Not that Harry had expected them to tell him things - it wasn't Dumbledore's style.

The Ministry, on the other had, wasn't proving particularly useful in the second war. Not that they were ever, actually, useful. Rather, they kept getting in the way of the Order and blowing things way out of proportion. Such things happened when the Ministry refused to work side-by-side with the Order.

As for the Dursleys? They were currently enjoying an aggravated existence in the Order's Headquarters due to Voldemort threatening their lives. The Dark Lord had burned down Number Four Privet Drive, then sent a pack of his best men after the fleeing Muggles when they'd left the island. So Dumbledore had decided that the safest place for them was in the middle of the main stronghold of one of the two major powers in the magical battle. It was a recipe for disaster.

Which is why when Harry had run across his twitchy uncle after a particularly bad nightmare and his uncle had lashed out at him with words, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Harry had lashed back with a nasty Slashing Hex. Of course, it was that Slashing Hex which had killed Vernon Dursley and sent the unapologetic Harry to Azkaban Prison. None of his friends had even bothered to try to excuse him, and the Ministry wouldn't have cared if he tried. 'Chosen One' or not, Harry had still killed an 'innocent' Muggle.

And so it was that Harry spent five months in Azkaban without a word from the outside beyond Voldemort's random emotions.

Without the dementors, Harry considered, the place was rather boring.

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A/N: Holes may be ripped apart at your leisure and flames are as welcome as they'll ever be - this is just a fic to keep me from Sir Gawain. XD
Please, mock the fuck out of me. It's fun to laugh over it later. XD

Bats