Consequences

They walked down the darkened hallway, ignoring the screams and moans that were beyond the doors they passed. Both were silent and lost in their thoughts. They didn't know what they were going to find and that left them both afraid.

Sirius looked over at Dumbledore and sighed. It had been six years since he last saw his godson. He remembered the look of betrayal on Harry's face as the Aurors dragged him out of the courtroom, the yells of hatred and scorn following him. Sirius felt pain well up inside him as he remembered that he was one of the many to yell hatefully at the boy. He would never forget the look of pain on Harry's face when he screamed that he should have died when Voldemort had killed his parents. He felt overcome with shame, and he stopped walking while trying to breathe as the feelings overwhelmed him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at the Headmaster. The man looked at him sadly, and gently squeezed his shoulder in reassurance. Sirius took a shuddering breath, and continued walking towards Harry's cell.

Six years ago, the Ministry accused Harry of killing his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The teachers had found him standing over their bodies, his wand in his hand and a dazed look on his face. The trial that followed was a farce, rushed through by Minister Fudge, who had been eager for an excuse to get rid of the Boy Who Lived. No one had given Harry the chance to explain what happened. The evidence was clear to them all. Harry's wand showed evidence of the Avada Kedavra curse, and Harry had been standing over their bodies; it was an open and shut case. The rage the Wizarding World felt at their savior's betrayal was overwhelming; they demanded blood.

Everyone he knew; the remaining Weasley family, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, even Hagrid, rejected Harry. There had been no one to save him, and the courts sentenced him to serve a lifetime in Azkaban. Six years went by and the name Harry Potter still brought looks of hatred and scowls to everyone's face.

Then the unthinkable happened. There was a Death Eater raid and many died. Some of the Aurors and the Order captured several Death Eaters. To their horror, Ginny Weasley had been among them. When questioned under Veritaserum, she confessed to killing her brother and Hermione. She told them that she joined Voldemort after Harry turned her down. Rage replaced her obsession for Harry when he refused her; she decided to make him pay.

She went to Voldemort with a plan. Her plan had been simple. Frame the Boy Who Lived, make everyone turn against Harry, and make him suffer. Where was the joy in killing the boy when he could be suffering for years? Gleefully, Voldemort agreed to the plan and Ginny stole Harry's wand, then murdered Ron and Hermione. She stunned Harry, dragged him back to the dorm where she released the spell. She then cast the Confundus spell on him, so the when he came to he wouldn't realize what was going on. Ginny ran to the Headmaster with a tale of a fight and yelling.

The Headmaster and several professors arrived just in time to see Harry get off the floor and pick up his wand, looking around in confusion. Harry never knew what hit him. Ginny went back to Voldemort and informed him of her success. They celebrated his fall from grace, and laughed gleefully as the Wizarding World turned their back on the Golden Boy. The world would have never known of the plot if it hadn't been for the lucky chance of capturing Ginny Weasley.

When the Weasleys found out what Ginny had done, they broke down. One of their own had killed another member of the family, and destroyed the life of a boy they considered one of their own. Molly Weasley had been inconsolable, while Arthur turned into a broken old man before their very eyes. Guilt overwhelmed the rest of the family as they realized that they never gave Harry the chance to explain, or even bothered to find out the truth. They just prayed that the boy would forgive them for their mistakes.

It had been the hardest for Sirius to hear because of his own personal experience with betrayal. He had been in a similar position, yet he turned his back on his godson. He hadn't been there to help Harry; he spit in the boy's face and punched him when Harry proclaimed his innocence. He hadn't believed his godson and it tore him up inside to remember his reaction. He had frozen with shock after Dumbledore told him, unable to comprehend what he heard. Remus had been with him and the werewolf howled with pain and shame. It took Snape sneering at the news to awaken Sirius from his trance. Snape was still in the infirmary, recovering from the curse that Sirius had thrown at him. Sirius prayed to whatever god that was out there that Harry would give him the chance to beg for forgiveness.

The two men finally stopped in front of a door, and waited for the guard to open it. Once the door was open, Dumbledore carefully went into the cell, and stopped in horror at the sight of the man sitting on the floor. Harry was thin; the bones were prominent, his ribs were sticking out. Harry's hair was long, it touched the floor and looked as if it hadn't been touched or cleaned in years. It was matted and filthy, and there were bugs crawling throughout it. Harry's skin had scars and scabs; it looked as if his fingernails dug in and tore at the skin. Dumbledore shuddered at the thought. He finally looked at Harry's face and bit back a gasp at Harry's eyes. There were scars around Harry's eyes. It was as if Harry tried to tear out of his skull. They were dull and hollow with no signs of life left in them. Dumbledore moaned with pain and guilt. Six years in Azkaban did what five years of Voldemort could not; it broke Harry. There was no sign of the boy Dumbledore remembered. He was no longer the smiling, laughing boy who had been so passionate about his friends, adopted family, and Quidditch.

He walked over to the young man and squatted down. "Harry, its Albus Dumbledore. Can you hear me?" he asked the broken man softly. He ignored the gasp that came from Sirius and continued to talk to Harry.

"It's time for you to go home. We know what happened now. We know that you didn't kill Ron or Hermione. It was Ginny Weasley. She killed them for revenge. She wanted to make you suffer for refusing her advances. Can you understand me, Harry?" Dumbledore asked gently.

Harry continued to stare into space. There was no spark of recognition, or awareness in his eyes. Dumbledore sighed, and then stood up. He turned towards Sirius and shook his head slowly. Sirius whimpered and rushed past the Headmaster. He squatted down and grabbed Harry's hand. "Harry, its Sirius. I'm sorry for everything, but you're free now. I'm taking you to Hogwarts, and once Poppy checks you out, you can come home with me. I know you probably hate me, but I'm going to take care of you now, kiddo. I'm so sorry, Prongslet," Sirius whispered.

Harry's eyes flickered and his eyes turned towards Sirius. Sirius gasped, shocked, and whispered excitedly, "That's it, Harry, it's me, it's Sirius. Come on, you can see me, I'm right here."

Harry's eyes focused on Sirius and he stared at him blankly. Then the eyes turned cold and he whispered hoarsely, his voice rusty from screaming and disuse, "Sirius?"

"Yeah, kiddo?" the man asked eagerly.

"Bastard! I hate you and I hope you die a horrible, painful death," Harry hissed out and his eyes glowed with insanity. Harry hurled himself at the man and began to strangle Sirius. "Die, Sirius, die...," he muttered repeatedly, spittle flying from his mouth. The eyes were looking at Sirius insanely, and he had a malicious, hate filled grin on his face. Sirius was gasping for breath as Harry choked him, his gaze horrified. He was too busy staring at Harry in shock to try to remove Harry's hands from his throat.

Dumbledore watched as Sirius talked to Harry. It looked as if he was getting through to Harry. He was shocked when Harry told Sirius that he hated him, and froze when Harry jumped on Sirius. It took a few moments before Dumbledore could think clearly enough to take out his wand and knock Harry unconscious. Harry slumped over on to his side, landing next to Sirius. Dumbledore walked over to them to check on Sirius. Sirius stared at the unconscious Harry for a second; taking in gulps of air. He looked up at Dumbledore. "He hates me," the man said mournfully. "He tried to kill me, Headmaster. I think Harry is insane." Sirius broke down crying.

Dumbledore looked at Sirius sadly. "Maybe, or he just needs time to adjust. Let's not give up hope just yet, Sirius. We need to get him out of here first, and then see what happens."

Sirius calmed down and wiped the tears from his eyes. He struggled to get to his feet and the Headmaster gave him a hand to help him up from the floor. With a flick of his wand, and a muttered, "Mobilicorpus," they walked out of the cell with the body of Harry Potter floating behind them. The Headmaster hoped that things would turn out better, but he had a feeling that things were only just beginning.

O-------o-------o--------O

Sirius sat next to Harry's bed, holding his godson's hand. He was gazing at the gaunt looking young man; his thoughts chaotic. He couldn't get over the look in Harry's eyes when he had attacked Sirius. He had foolishly hoped that Harry would still be sane after all these years, but Harry didn't have an animagus form to help him. Sirius closed his eyes and sighed heavily. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to leave Harry. He would help him through this, and he hoped that things would work out.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to look at Remus, who was standing next to him, looking at him with concern. "You ok, Padfoot?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Moony. I just didn't expect what I saw today. I don't know why. I personally know what it's like in Azkaban. I was lucky, though. I had my animagus form to help me. Harry didn't. I thought I was getting through to him, and when he attacked me, I was too shocked to defend myself. I shouldn't have been. He hates me Moony, and he has every right to."

"It's going to be all right, Padfoot. He'll get through this, and he'll forgive you. It's what Harry does," Remus said soothingly.

The two men heard a snort behind them, and looked around to see Snape walking over to the bed, a vial of potion in his hand. He sneered at them. "If you believe that, then you two are more ignorant than I thought. You turned on him, betrayed him, spat in his face, and told him he should've died when he was a baby. Are you really dumb enough to think that this young man is going to forgive you?" Snape asked scornfully. He laughed maliciously and said, "I just hope I'm around when he tells you to go to hell."

Sirius snarled at the man and Snape sneered at him. "Down boy, do I need to use a paper?" he asked and walked over to Harry. He uncorked the vial and gently opened his mouth, pouring the contents down his throat. He massaged Harry's throat to force him to swallow the potion, then stepped back, and gazed at the two men disdainfully. "I have given him a nutrient potion to help with his weight and to give him some energy. He will be on the potions for several weeks since he has lost so much weight. Either Poppy or I will be giving them to him. Poppy has decided to keep him here for several days to give his body time to adjust to the potions. Once he's awake, we will move him to a private room where we will give him additional potions. Then the fun will really begin," he said with a wicked grin and stalked past the two furious men.

"I hate him, Moony," Sirius growled and Moony said, "I know, Padfoot, I know." He didn't want to believe Snape, but he thought the man had a point. They had betrayed Harry, and it wasn't going to be easy to get his forgiveness. All they could do was try.

O-------o-------o--------O

Harry moaned as he moved, his body aching. He felt warmth surrounding and froze. He hadn't felt warm in years. His mind began racing, and he wondered what was going on. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw bright white walls that were fuzzy since he didn't have his glasses on. His eyes settled on the figure next to him and he stared at Sirius. His eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on a memory. He blinked at the hazy memory that Sirius and the Headmaster had visited him in Azkaban. He could remember attacking Sirius, trying to strangle the man with his bare hands. Wish I had killed the back stabbing bastard, he snarled to himself.

He heard clinking of glass and looked around. He saw Snape walking towards him with a vial of potions. The man was fuzzy, but he still looked the same as Harry remembered. Maybe a little grayer around the edges, but he still had the same unpleasant look on his face. Harry could honestly say that he didn't hate this man. Snape never turned on him; he never belittled him, never insulted him, never punched him, and never told him he wished he were dead, well no more than usual. While Harry didn't know if Snape believed him guilty or not, he never harmed Harry, so Harry could tolerate him.

Snape walked over to him and put the vial down next to the bed. He looked at Harry and his eyes widened in surprise. He stared at the intense green eyes that were studying him intently, "Hello, Mr. Potter," he greeted softly.

Harry's eyes hardened for a moment and then softened slightly. "Snape," he croaked. "I take it I'm at Hogwarts."

Snape glanced at him, surprised, and said, "I was given to believe that you were insane."

Harry snorted with contempt. "Don't believe everything you hear, Snape. I may be disturbed, but I am far from insane," he paused a moment before continuing, "ok, maybe a little insane."

Snape smirked at him. "I hear you tried to kill your godfather," he said, his eyes amused.

Harry snarled as rage filled his eyes. "That piece of trash deserved it. Too bad that old bastard stopped me. I could've had a real reason to stay in Azkaban. Of course, I would've been putting down a wanted criminal, so I would have been doing my duty as member of the Wizarding World," he sneered.

"Sadly, the mutt was cleared of all charges when Pettigrew was captured three years ago," Snape said with a grimace.

Harry snorted. "Figures," he snapped. He turned his head to glare at the man sleeping in the chair. "What is the flea bitten mongrel doing here, and why hasn't he woken up yet?" he asked coldly.

Snape laughed wickedly and replied, "Poppy forced him to drink a sleeping potion. As to why he is here, well, he thinks that he can beg for your forgiveness, and you'll give it to him."

Harry turned to him, his expression filled with disbelief. "You're kidding me?" he asked.

Snape shook his head "I'm afraid not. Both he and that stupid werewolf believe that you are going to forgive them. I tried to let them know that you're not that pathetic, but they are rather ignorant Gryffindors," he said disgustedly.

Once, a long time ago, he would have protested at the insult, but now he couldn't help but agree with Snape's assessment. If they thought they he was going to forgive them, then they were going to be in for a shock. There was no way in hell Harry was forgiving anyone.

Harry gazed at his former Professor and said, "Thanks."

Snape looked at him in surprise. "For what?" he asked.

"I don't know if you believed I was guilty or not, nor do I really care, but you never turned on me, and you never changed your behavior towards me. You treated me like crap before Ron and Hermione died, and while that hurt some, you never treated me any differently after their deaths. I don't feel as if you betrayed me. You never lied to me, and I want to thank you for staying true to that. Out of every one I know, you're the only one I can semi trust now. I know you'll tell me what I need to hear, whether I want to hear it or not," Harry explained.

Snape looked at him, shocked. He hadn't expected to hear that. He looked down at the thin, haunted looking man and gave him a brief smile. "I never thought you were capable of murder, Potter. You were many things; arrogant, obnoxious, a rule breaker, and a rude boy, but you were never a murderer, especially when it came to your two friends. I may not have liked you, Potter, but even I know true friendship when I see it."

Harry swallowed hard and looked away from Snape. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Thanks." He was sleepy and was about to fall back to sleep when Snape's voice startled him awake.

"You can't go to sleep yet, Potter. I have to give you a potion."

Harry looked at Snape and asked, "What is it?"

"It's just a simple nutrient potion. You've been getting them since they brought you back from Azkaban. It's helping your body gain some much needed weight, and it is restoring the lost vitamins and nutrients that you didn't get while in Azkaban," Snape explained.

"Oh," Harry commented.

Snape handed him the potion bottle. Harry opened the vial and downed the contents. He grimaced slightly at the bitter taste, and handed Snape the empty vial. "Well that was tasty. How long have I been here?" Harry asked, curious.

"Four days. You were lucky to wake up with just me here. Poppy is at St. Mungos checking on a patient, and Dumbledore is at the Ministry," Snape informed him.

Harry nodded in understanding and his eyes began to grow heavy. He looked at Snape and said, "Next time, could you be sure to have a pair of glasses on you? I can't see worth crap." He yawned widely and fell asleep quickly.

Snape glanced at the sleeping man thoughtfully. He had a feeling that things were about to get interesting.

O-------o-------o--------O

The next time Harry awoke, it was to the sound of humming. He looked towards the source of the noise, and found Madame Pomfrey messing with the blankets on his bed. He moved and she glanced up at him. "Ah, Mr. Potter, you're awake then. Good. I will inform the Headmaster. In the meantime, you need to take this potion," she said cheerfully.

Harry glanced at the potion she was holding suspiciously, and stared at the nurse. He glared at her. "I'm not taking crap from you, lady," he spat angrily.

She pulled back in surprise and some guilt. "I assure you Mr. Potter, it isn't anything harmful."

Harry sat up, grabbed the potion, and threw it on the floor, where it shattered. He looked back at Pomfrey and hissed, "I am not taking crap from you. Do I have to spell it out for you, or are you that stupid?"

"Mr. Potter, I assure you..." she began, but Harry cut in, "I don't trust you, ya stupid bint. I remember the last time you tried to help me, and I can assure you that you won't get me to take anything from you ever again. If you try to force it down my throat, I will make you suffer."

Madame Pomfrey swallowed hard, and stepped back from Harry. She was afraid of the savage light she could see shining from his eyes. "Very well, Mr. Potter, I will inform the Headmaster that you're awake," she said nervously.

Harry sneered at her. "I want Snape here as well," he snapped.

"Snape?" she asked, confused.

"Don't ask, just do it," he growled, his eyes glowing green with rage.

Madame Pomfrey nodded and rushed off to inform the Headmaster. Harry leaned back against the pillow weakly and sighed. He hated the fact that he even had to talk to the woman. He remembered the last time she had 'helped' him. After the teachers detained Harry in the infirmary, a couple of seventh year Gryffindors had snuck in and proceeded to give him a beating. Madame Pomfrey stopped them and Harry had been grateful, thinking that she was going to help him. The nurse gave him a potion that she had said would help heal his bruises, but instead the potion caused him severe pain. It attacked the nerves of his body, and every time he moved, it caused extreme pain. He had screamed for several minutes as Madame Pomfrey stood there, grinning at him with malice.

She told him that he deserved more for killing his friends and if it had been up to her, she would've given him a poison to take care of him permanently. She had finally gotten tired of hearing his screams and had given him the antidote. Harry had been too weak to put up a fight when the Aurors came to arrest him. He would never forgive the woman for her malicious act, and there was no way in hell he wanted her to touch him.

Waiting impatiently for the Headmaster, Snape and probably his godfather, he closed his eyes and tried to rest. Harry's lip twisted in contempt at the thought of his Godfather and his pet werewolf. Harry was tired, not just physically, but mentally. He was tired of the hypocrisy, tired of the lies, tired of the fighting. He wanted to leave the Wizarding World. This world had brought him nothing but pain and suffering, and when he got the chance, he was gone. He didn't care about anyone in this world anymore. They had proven themselves untrustworthy, and he didn't particular care if Voldemort killed them all.

Azkaban had changed Harry; he was no longer the naïve, innocent boy he was before the Ministry had thrown him into prison at the tender age of sixteen. He had years to brood and learn how to hate those who lived in the Wizarding World. He had decided that if someone could find proof of his innocence and free him from prison, he would leave the Wizarding World. It could go to hell for all he cared. He would have to be careful, though. He knew that Dumbledore and the Ministry wouldn't let him leave. In their minds, he was their savior; he was supposed to kill Voldemort. Harry smiled grimly. The Ministry and Dumbledore were delusional if they thought that he was going to take care of their problems for them now. Voldemort could have the Wizarding World if he wanted it so bad. Harry could care less if the whole society fell. Some might call him cruel for thinking that, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to risk his life for a world that had turned on him. It wasn't worth it to him.

Harry heard a noise and opened his eyes to see the Headmaster, Snape, and his Godfather standing next to his bed. He gave Snape a respectful nod. "You wouldn't happen to know where I can get a pair of glasses do you?" he asked.

Snape opened his mouth to reply when Sirius butted in. "Why are you asking that greasy git? I can get them for you," he said eagerly.

Harry ignored his godfather and looked at Snape expectantly. Snape smirked and pulled a pair of glasses out of the pocket of his robe. He handed them to Harry and he smiled his thanks. Placing them on his face, the world came into focus for the first time in six years. He looked at the Headmaster and noticed that the man's eyes seemed to have lost their twinkle. Dumbledore looked old and tired. He gazed at Harry with guilt and sadness. Harry scowled at him and the Headmaster looked down, his face ashamed. Harry looked over at his godfather and noticed the man's hair was short, and the hair at his temples was turning white. There were deep lines running around his eyes. He looked older and worn down. Sirius was looking at him with hope in his eyes, and Harry glared at him hatefully. He watched as the hope left Sirius's eyes and the man looked away.

Harry finally looked at Snape, and noticed that the man looked a lot older than he had previously thought. He was thinner, his face was gaunter, and there were new lines around his eyes and mouth. His hair had white streaks running through it. Even though Snape was still young for a Wizard, the years of spying and torture from Voldemort looked like they were taking its toll.

He frowned thoughtfully before saying, "You look like shit."

Snape glared at him. "Well, you aren't looking any better," he snapped.

Harry smirked at him and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Sirius. "Harry, why are you talking to that git? I'm right here you know," he whined.

Harry ignored his godfather again and looked at the Headmaster. "I assume you found Ginny?" he asked. "That would be the only way I could be out of Azkaban."

The Headmaster looked at him in surprise and asked, "You knew who killed Ron and Hermione? How?"

"One, you told me in Azkaban, Two, visions," Harry replied slowly, as if talking to a child. "Three, Ginny visited me in Azkaban to share with me the happy news. Unfortunately, since no one here wanted to believe in my innocence, I was unable tell anyone. I assume that bitch will be rotting in hell soon?" he asked.

Dumbledore nodded and replied, "She was given the Kiss yesterday."

"Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer psycho," Harry muttered.

Snape snickered and Harry grinned up at him. "And people thought I was insane," Harry said with a grin.

"Damn it Harry, don't ignore me. I don't understand why you need to talk to that greasy-headed Death Eater, but you can ignore him now. I'm here and you need to talk to me," Sirius shouted.

Harry turned his head slowly to look at Sirius. His eyes were glowing with rage and Sirius licked his lips nervously. "I hadn't forgotten what I told you in Azkaban. I hate you, and if I could've, I would've killed you where you stood. My parents made a huge mistake naming you as my godfather. You have done nothing but hurt me. I'm ashamed that I even know you. You are dead to me, Sirius Black. From this day forward, I will never utter your name again. May you burn in hell," he growled.

Sirius flinched as if Harry had hit him. He took a step back and stared at Harry, shocked. "No, Harry. I'm sorry. Please, you have to forgive me. I never meant to..." he began to plead.

"Never meant to do what, dogboy? Did you never mean to spit on me? Did you never mean to punch me? Did you never mean to tell me I should have died? Please, stand there and beg with your pitiful excuses. Tell me how misunderstood you were, how you were overly emotional. Please tell me that you didn't mean it, but you're here now, ready to take care of me. Tell me, what other stupid ass excuses do you have to justify your actions? You knew, dogboy, you knew what it was like to be betrayed," Harry said coldly, his eyes bright green with rage. "You knew, yet you still betrayed me."

"You knew that I was the number one enemy of Voldemort, and yet you didn't find it the least bit suspicious that I was suddenly the supposed killer of my best friends? The very two people who meant the world to me? They meant more to me than even you. I considered them my family and yet, you thought there was nothing wrong with the fact that I was to have killed them? How stupid are you, dogboy? Let me tell you, if it had been you, I would've done everything in my power to find out the truth. I would've fought tooth and nail to clear your name, but then that's where we're different, dogboy."

"I actually thought you loved me. I thought of you as family. Apparently, I mean shit to you. You're nothing to me anymore, dogboy, you or that pathetic pet of a werewolf that you own. I am over the legal age now, and I have no use for you in my life anymore. Please leave here and don't ever come back. I don't want to see you again. If I have to, I'll go to the Ministry, and file a complaint against you. I'm sure they want to keep their precious savior happy right now," Harry said with a sneer. He watched as his godfather wilted in front of him and agony spread over his face. Harry felt nothing but disgust for his godfather.

He turned away and happened to catch Snape's eyes. They looked amused and impressed. Harry smirked at him and glanced at the Headmaster. He was looking at Harry with disapproval and Harry glared at him coldly. "What do you want, you old bastard? You find my words objectionable? Are you going to stand there and ask me to do the right thing? To forgive my dumbass godfather? The day I forgive him is the day I forgive you, and since that isn't going to happen anytime soon you had better not hold your breath. Remember this, Dumbledore, I don't need you. You and the pathetic Wizarding World need me to save your arses from Voldemort. Remember the prophecy, old man. I don't have to kill him. I can sit on my ass and do nothing. I have no reason to save any of you. So, if you don't want me to sit back and watch as you all die, you had better get the hell out of my face. I don't need your crap either. I don't want to see you or dogboy anymore. I would prefer Snape to take care of me because if that bitch touches me, I'll cause her so much pain she'll wish that she was dead," he snapped as he noticed the nurse hovering behind Snape.

Snape looked at him, surprised by Harry's tone and asked, "What did Poppy do to you?"

"The day I was detained, that bitch gave me a potion that caused pain throughout my whole body. It was like being under the Crucio curse. I couldn't move without screaming, and the whole time she stood there and grinned in glee. Didn't you?" he asked the ashamed woman.

They all turned to look at her in horror, and she turned away, her face ashamed. Harry laughed bitterly. "Oh, now you're horrified. I'm sure at the time you would have been delighted by her actions. Don't be such hypocrites. You would've done nothing more than applaud her at the time. Isn't that what all traitors deserve?" he spat.

Sirius turned towards him and began to plead, "Please, Harry, I didn't know. I'm sorry for what I said, for what I did. Please just give me another chance. I can make things right between us, I know I can. Please Harry, just one more chance!"

"You had your chance," Harry hissed, "and you screwed it up. There are no other chances."

Sirius's eyes filled with tears, and he laid his hand on Harry's arm. He stiffened and the glass in the room began to shake as Harry's eyes began to glow with green fire. He felt a spike in his power, and Sirius went flying across the room. "Don't ever touch me again. I can't stand you near me. Get out and never come back. You too, old man, and take that bitch with you!" Harry yelled. He was panting with rage and the glass on the table next to the bed shattered. Dumbledore rushed over to Sirius, and helped the distraught man up. Together with Poppy, they rushed out of the infirmary. Harry couldn't control his rage anymore, and screamed at the top of his lungs. All the glass in the infirmary shattered, spilling potions all over the floor. Beds went flying, their frames twisted into misshapen things. The floor was cracked, and the doors blasted out of their frames. The wind that blew through the infirmary suddenly stopped, and Harry collapsed against the bed, panting hard. He looked around the wrecked infirmary, his expression stunned. He glanced at Snape, who had erected a shield to save himself from the flying glass and grunted wearily. "Well shit," he said then passed out.

Snape looked around at the destruction of the infirmary, then at the boy, and sighed. He now knew why the young man was able to defeat the Dark Lord so many times. He also knew why Harry was part of the prophecy. If he could get the young man pissed off at the Dark Lord, there would be nothing left of the man. Snape bent over and gathered the young man in his arms.

He turned around and walked out of the infirmary. He happened upon the Headmaster and Poppy as he walked down the hall. He stopped a second and looked at them. "You might want to go back and clean your infirmary. Potter here had a little tantrum," Snape said, amused. "I'm taking him down to my room to take care of him since he wants none of you to have anything to do with him. Good day." Snape nodded at them, and continued his way down to the dungeon. He gave the painting on his door the password, and took Potter to his guest bedroom. He gently laid Potter on the bed, pulled the blankets down, and tucked them over the unconscious man. He took off Potter's glasses and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. He made sure that Potter was comfortable, and then after a brief glance at the man, he turned and left the room.

O-------o-------o--------O

Harry woke up slowly. He moaned in pain as he moved his legs. What happened? he wondered groggily. I'm in so much pain. Did I get cursed? Harry's eyes fluttered open and he glanced around the unfamiliar room. The walls were dark red with walnut wood trim. There was a large lit fireplace made of marble in the corner of the room. Looking around, Harry didn't see any windows. It was a dark room, but it was still a nice room. He glanced around for a clock, and saw his glasses on the nightstand, next to the bed. He leaned over to get his glasses, and moaned in pain at the movement. He hissed and moved more carefully, stretching to reach his glasses. He grabbed them and laid back against the pillows. He put on his glasses and yawned widely. He needed to go to the bathroom, but he didn't have a clue as to where it was. He considered his options, and decided that he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled back the blankets and began to get out of bed. Every movement was like a sharp knife stabbing through him. He didn't know what happened to cause this pain, but he hoped he didn't do it again.

His foot touched the floor just as the door to the room flew open. He looked up in surprise, and saw Snape standing in the doorway. "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped as he crossed his arms. The Potions Master glared at him, daring him to lie.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Harry whined.

"Ah, you can find the bathroom after you take some potions," Snape informed him.

"What happened to me? Why do I ache so much?" Harry asked.

"You did a bit of wandless magic. Your suppressed emotions overwhelmed you, and you trashed the infirmary. You were already weak, and expending all that magic didn't help you any. You lowered your magic level significantly. Frankly, you blew a fuse if I remember the Muggle quote accurately. Now, be a good boy and take your potions," Snape said, holding out the vials of potions.

"This one is your nutrient potion, this one is your energy potion, and this one is a pain relieving potion. I am assuming you need that one?" Snape asked archly as he held up the light blue potion. Harry nodded vigorously and grabbed the pain-relieving potion eagerly. He opened it and gulped it down. It took a few seconds before it began working. Harry sighed in relief as the pain in his body slowly disappeared. He felt much better. He swallowed the other potions, and looked at Snape expectantly. The older man sighed, impatiently. "Follow me," he ordered. Harry got off the bed and they walked out of the bedroom and across the living area. Snape stood in front of a door, opened it, and stood aside to let Harry in. "While you're in here, why don't you freshen up. I'm sure you could do with a bath," Snape said.

Harry nodded distractedly, and looked at the bathtub longingly. It had been years since he last had a bath. He paused and asked over his shoulder, "How long was I in Azkaban?"

"Six years," came Snape's abrupt reply. Harry swallowed a lump of anger, and walked over to the tub. He filled it with hot water and when it was full enough, he took off his clothes and stepped in. The water was hot and Harry hissed a little. He sat down, and leaned back, sighing in contentment. Muscles that had been sore for years began to loosen, and Harry felt warmth spread throughout his body. He whimpered happily and closed his eyes. He soaked for several minutes before deciding to wash his hair. He looked around the tub and found several bottles of shampoo and conditioner sitting in the corner. He grabbed a bottle and opened it.

It smelled like coconut. He poured some shampoo in the palm of his hand and began to lather his hair. Someone must have used a spell to clean his hair previously for it was no longer matted. Harry needed to cut it, but he would worry about it later. He rinsed then washed it one more time, before adding the conditioner. After finishing with his hair, he proceeded to wash his body. He washed several times before he was satisfied. He emptied the tub of its dirty water and refilled it again. This time he soaked for the pure joy of it. He closed his eyes and dozed off. He didn't know how long he had been asleep before Snape banged on the door, waking him up. "What?" he yelled, annoyed by the interruption.

"Are you done? You've been in there for a couple of hours," Snape asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I'm fine. I'll be out in a few minutes," Harry called out. He heard Snape grunt and walk away from the door.

Harry noticed that the water had cooled. Figuring it was time to get out; he pushed himself out of the tub and stood. He looked around and found a robe hanging on the back of the door. He grabbed it, and to his surprise, it fit. Maybe Snape left it while I was dozing or even a house-elf. Not overly concerned, he turned back to the tub and drained it. With a yawn, he turned towards the door, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Snape, can you cut hair? I need to get rid of this crappy hair," he said and looked up. He stopped and scowled at the man sitting on the couch. He looked over at Snape and asked, "Do you have any clothes which I could borrow? I have nothing to wear. I believe Molly destroyed all my things. Not that it matters. I've grown some and lost a lot of weight. I guess that's what happens when one is thrown into prison," Harry watched the Headmaster wince several times. He took enjoyment out making Dumbledore uncomfortable.

Snape looked at him, his eyes amused. "I placed some clothes for you in the bedroom. When you get well enough, I'll take you to Diagon Alley, and there you can get more clothes, and maybe a new wand," he said.

Harry froze and opened his mouth to reply, but remembered that Dumbledore was sitting on the couch. It wouldn't do for the Headmaster to know of his plans. He breathed a large sigh and said, "Fine, if we have to."

Snape sneered and replied, "Indeed we do. I will not have you mooching off me. You're a big boy now and you have your own money. You can take care of yourself."

Harry grinned at him. "Of course, oh growly one," he said mockingly.

Snape glared at him, and the Headmaster cleared his throat. "Harry," he began.

"Mr. Potter," Harry snapped.

The Headmaster looked at him, confused, and asked, "Excuse me?"

"My name is Mr. Potter. Use it. Only my friends can call me Harry, and you are not one of them. If you can't give me that courtesy, then we have nothing to talk about," Harry said coldly.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, I would..." Dumbledore began again and Harry interrupted him.

"Does this have anything to do with the Ministry?" Harry asked coolly.

"Well, no," Dumbledore replied, his expression confused.

"Does this have anything to do with my money and family estate?" Harry asked.

"No," Dumbledore answered.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. I don't want to talk about this school, the Wizarding World, Voldemort, the Weasleys, Dogboy or his pet werewolf. I don't want to talk about forgiveness, my duty, the prophecy, what happened in the infirmary, or hear your pathetic excuses for getting me to forgive others. In other words Headmaster, I don't want to talk to you. I would hate to have to destroy Snape's room, but I will if you touch me, talk to me or try to force me to stay here." Harry looked over at Snape and said, "I'm tired. I'm going to go lie down. If you would, let me know when dinner rolls around." With that said, he left the room, and slammed the bedroom door in anger. Even after telling him, the Headmaster thought he could just waltz in here and talk to him as if nothing had ever happened. I can't wait to leave this god-forsaken place. I hate it here and the sooner I'm away from it, the better the better I'll be, Harry thought.

Snape watched as Potter stomped into his bedroom and slammed the door. He turned back to the stunned Headmaster and smirked. "Looks like Potter isn't ready for forgiveness just yet," Snape said.

Dumbledore shook his head and replied, "I have to admit, I didn't think it would be this hard to get his forgiveness."

Snape looked at him, his face filled with disbelief. "And that was your first mistake," he stated. "Your second is thinking that you're getting any forgiveness at all. I can tell you right now that it's a pipe dream. It's not going to happen."

Dumbledore looked at him and asked seriously, "Do you think he's going to run?"

Snape snorted. "Hardly. While he hates you, dogboy and the werewolf, he loves magic, and I doubt that he would let the Wizarding World fall into the hands of Voldemort. He is too much of a Gryffindor for that. Potter is a hero," he sneered. "He will do his duty, but he'll do it his way. He may even forgive all of you eventually. I don't think it's likely, but it could happen."

Dumbledore sighed heavily. "I know. I know Harry won't let us down. He owes it to the Wizarding World to save them and he will. That's just the way he is, but it's hard to watch him. He is so angry with everyone," he said sadly.

"Don't you think he has a right to be angry?" Snape asked with narrowed eyes.

Dumbledore winced. "I suppose so," he agreed. "I just hope he doesn't allow it to fester. The boy would be better off with his friends. The sooner he sees that, the better. I need to go. I have to calm down Sirius. He was quite upset after Harry's speech."

Snape snorted and the Headmaster gave him a sharp look. "Look out for the boy would you? Let me know if he needs anything," Dumbledore said and Snape nodded. He watched as the Headmaster left his room. Once the door closed, Snape's expression grew grim. "Oh yes, that boy's going to run, and I'm going to help him," he said softly.

"Why?" a voice asked behind him, and he whirled around to see Potter staring at him, shocked.

Snape sighed. "The Headmaster expects you to save them now that you're out of Azkaban. It is your duty; you owe it to the Wizarding World," Snape replied with a sneer. "They are a bunch of hypocrites who put their faith in a child, and then turned their backs when they thought you had killed someone. Now that it's proven you hadn't, you're expected to put on the mantel of savior again and save all those who turned on you. Why would you stay, Potter?" Snape asked.

Harry shook his head and said, "I hadn't planned on staying. I was just surprised that you were going to help me."

"For eleven years you have been the savior of the Wizarding World. You were expected to fight the Dark Lord year after year. I watched as you slipped deeper into depression, pushing everyone but Weasley and Granger away. You spent six years in a hellhole for a crime you didn't commit simply because it was easier to blame you than it was to find the real killer. Your time here is done, Potter. It's time for you to live your life, and let the Wizarding World live theirs. It's time for them to learn what its like to live without a crutch or a savior," Snape explained.

Harry stared at Snape for a moment before giving him a small smile. "What about you?" he asked. "If I leave, you're in just as much danger as anyone else, if not more. While I could care less about the rest of the Wizarding World, I don't want to leave you here alone. You never betrayed me."

Snape looked at him with surprise before smiling. "I thank you for your concern, Potter. I appreciate it, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm afraid that I don't have much longer as it is," he informed him.

Harry looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?" he inquired.

"I'm dying, Harry. I have four months at the most. The years of torture from the Dark Lord has finally had an affect. My body is breaking down, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it. It has become my last goal in life to make sure that you're taken care of before I die," Snape explained.

Harry was stunned. For some reason, the thought of Snape dying bothered him. "Are you sure there isn't anything anyone can do?" he asked.

Snape shook his head. "I'm sure," he replied. "I haven't told the Headmaster yet because he would try to save me anyway he could, and frankly Potter, I'm tired. With you taken care of, my debt to your father will be fulfilled. I can finally die and find some peace."

Harry nodded somberly. "I understand. Its funny how just as I find out I like you as a person, I also find out that you're dying. I wish I could've gotten to know you better. If it's all right with you, I would like to stay with you until the end. I can get myself organized so that when you die, I can leave the Wizarding World. It'll also give Dumbledore a false sense of security that I haven't run yet," Harry said with a smirk.

Snape chuckled. "That's positively Slytherin of you. I would like the company, Potter. You also need the time to get better, and to take care of your estate. It would be a good idea to move it to a muggle bank if you have no thoughts of coming back here."

Harry nodded with understanding. "That would be a good idea," he said. Harry rubbed his hands together and chirped cheerfully, "I'm hungry and I need some food. Then I need some more sleep. I'm still quite weak."

Snape nodded and called for a house-elf. He requested dinner for two and when it disappeared Snape looked over at Harry and softly whispered, "I thank you, Potter."

Harry looked at him, surprised. "For what?" he asked.

"For staying with me I guess. Its kind of nice to know that I won't be alone until the end," Snape explained softly.

Harry smiled and nodded. "You're quite welcome. Since I'm staying you can call me Harry."

"And you may call me Severus," Snape responded with a smile.

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Several weeks went by, and the two men spent as much time together as they could. Harry took his potions, ate, and rested. He had nightmares about his stay in Azkaban. His emotions fluctuated, and there were several times where he would burst into tears over the simplest thing. He would also scream in terror at things only he could see, but Severus was there to help him. Eventually the episodes lessened, and Harry's emotions began to calm. With the good food and potions, he gained some much needed weight. He finally began to look healthy. With Severus's help, he began to plan where to go after the Potion Master's death. He would need to go somewhere where he wouldn't be found because he knew that as soon as he disappeared, there would be a worldwide search for him.

Severus told him of an untraceable portkey that could be made, but it took so much magic that one needed several days to recuperate. Severus had offered to make it for him as soon as Harry found a place to live.

The Headmaster came by several times during the weeks to try to talk to Harry, but he was ignored. Severus had told Harry about how Black had yelled and screamed at him, blaming Severus for keeping his godson away from him, conveniently forgetting that Harry had told him to never darken his doorway again. Harry shook his head, annoyed at his former godfather's antics. Never thinks about anyone but himself, he thought with disgust.

The Weasleys had also approached Severus with requests to see him. He told them that he would pass along the requests, but it would be up to Harry to choose whether or not he would see them. As of yet, Harry had no interest in seeing the rest of the Weasleys. There was no reason to see them now that Ron was gone. They had turned on him as well, and Harry no longer wanted anything to do with them. There was no one in the Wizarding World he cared for anymore except for Severus, and he would be losing that person in a few months. That thought caused Harry pain. He never thought he would get attached to the man as quickly as he had, but Severus had become his best friend, his mentor, and his father figure all rolled into one. To know that he was going to lose him in a few months made him want to cry, but he wouldn't. He had to be strong for Severus. He could see the pain that the man was in, and he knew that Severus hated being looked at with pity. So Harry stuffed down his emotions, and spent as much time with his friend as he could.

Harry looked up as Severus came stalking into the room. He smiled at Harry. "It's time for you to do some shopping. You need to get another wand, some new clothes, and maybe an owl." Hedwig had been killed by Bill Weasley in retaliation to Ron's death. That was another thing he could never forgive the Weasleys for.

"All right," Harry replied eagerly. Harry put aside his book and got out of the chair. He walked into his bedroom and fixed his hair. He pulled it back and clipped it. Looking into the mirror, he nodded with satisfaction. Severus had finally cut Harry's hair after he threw down his brush in disgust and ranted about how he could do nothing with it. Harry had kept some of the length and it now reached the top of his shoulder. He had it pulled back and held it with a clip that Severus had given him. It was sterling silver with a snake engraved on it. It was quite lovely, and when Severus told him that it belonged to his beloved Grandfather, Harry had treasured it all the more. In his many talks with Severus, he knew that the Potions Master had loved his grandfather dearly, so it had made the gift precious to Harry.

Harry walked out of the bedroom and looked at Severus. "I'm ready," he said.

The dark-haired man followed Severus out of the door and up the stairs to the main floor. Harry hoped that he wouldn't run into his godfather, but he had a feeling that the man was just waiting for a chance to find him.

They walked out of the castle together, and across Hogwarts grounds. Before they could reach the gate, there was a sound of a dog barking. Harry stiffened and turned around, just into time to be thrown onto the ground by a large black dog. The dog proceeded to lick his face, and Harry grabbed the dog and pushed him off. Severus helped him to stand, and Harry glared at the dog in disgust. He glanced up at the man who was walking up behind the dog and growled with anger. He watched as the dog transformed into his godfather. Sirius rushed forward to give him a hug and Harry punched him.

Black fell to the ground and stared at Harry, shocked. He saw the look of insane rage on his godson's face and swallowed hard. He was suddenly afraid of the man his godson had become. Harry glared down at Sirius. "I thought I told you not to bother me again. I believe I told you not to bring your pet werewolf around either. You can't even do a simple thing like that. That is so typical of you. You think of no one else but yourself. Leave me the hell alone, or next time I'll do more than punch you. You don't seem to think I was serious in my threats to you, but I was. Stay away from me, dogboy," Harry snapped coldly. He turned to walk away when he heard a yell behind him.

Sirius stood up and yelled at Snape, "This is all your fault, you greasy git. If you hadn't hidden him away from me, he would have already forgiven me." Sirius pulled out his wand and aimed it towards Snape. "Cruc..." he began to yell out, but Harry turned around quickly, and grabbed Sirius' hand. He twisted it and Harry heard it snap. He hadn't meant to break it, but at that point he didn't particularly care. Sirius screamed in pain and Harry grabbed Sirius' wand.

Holding the broken wrist in his hand, he squeezed and watched as his godfather screamed once again. Leaning in, he growled out menacingly, "If you try to hurt Severus again, I will give the Ministry a damn good reason to send me back to Azkaban. Touch him and I will kill you. I meant it when I said you were dead to me. It's not Severus that was keeping me from you, it was me. I wanted nothing to do with you. Leave me the hell alone or a broken wrist will seem trivial by the time I get finished with you." Harry dropped Sirius's hand, and watched coldly as the werewolf ran forward to help Sirius.

Harry looked at the werewolf, disgust written on his face. "Take that pathetic mutt away from here, and make sure he doesn't bother me again. The idiot has no one to blame but himself. I don't forgive those who turn their backs on me. I don't forgive those who betrayed me." With that said, he took Sirius's wand and snapped it in two. He threw the pieces on the ground. He looked around and noticed that the Weasleys were looking at him, horrified. "Let that be a lesson to those who want to beg for my forgiveness. It'll never happen. Don't waste my time or yours." With a glare worthy of Snape, Harry turned and walked over to Severus. Together they walked through the gates and past the wards.

Sirius moaned in pain, both physical and emotional. "I've lost him, Moony, I've lost him," he said and burst into tears.

Moony bowed his head and tears fell from his eyes. He didn't know if Sirius was going to recover from this.

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Harry walked past the wards and looked over at Severus. "You know, I have no clue how to apparate. I didn't actually learn anything while in Azkaban, you know."

Severus smiled at him. "I am aware of this which is why I have a portkey. The wards around Hogwarts block portkeys. Since we are no longer behind the wards we are able to use it." Severus pulled out a small empty vial, and held it out for Harry to touch. Harry touched it and felt the navel pulling sensation that meant the portkey had been activated. They appeared in front of Gringotts and Harry felt a little sick. "Have I mentioned that I hate portkeys?" Harry asked, his face a little green.

Severus gave him a wicked smile. "Maybe once or twice," he said with a smirk.

Harry snorted and began the walk up the steps to Gringotts. When they were inside the bank, they went to the nearest goblin. Harry showed the goblin his key. "I need to talk to someone about my account," he said.

The goblin gave him a disgruntled look before walking off. Harry waited impatiently for the goblin to come back. He noticed the goblin walking towards him and behind him was another goblin that looked vaguely familiar.

"My name is Griphook. How can I help you?" the goblin asked.

"This is a private matter that needs secrecy," Harry replied.

The goblin looked at them with an intense look before nodding. "Follow me," he said, and walked away with Harry and Severus following behind him.

They walked over to a door, and walked into a rather large office. There were several paintings of the Goblin wars, and one that looked like a family portrait. Griphook touched a crystal and muttered several words. Harry could feel a flash of magic coming from the crystal, then nothing. He glanced around curiously, but didn't see anything different.

Griphook sat at the desk and looked at them. "I have put a security spell to discourage eavesdroppers. What is it that you need?" he inquired

Harry leaned back in the chair and looked at the goblin coolly. "I would like to have a list of all the money and businesses that my family own or has invested in. I would also like a separate listing of all the homes that my family own. I would like a separate list of homes that no one knows about, the ones that are unplotable. I will be requiring more help after I look at my estate," Harry explained.

The goblin nodded and waved his finger. The drawer next to him flew open and began to rifle through it. He pulled out a large folder, and then a smaller one. He placed them both on the desk in front of Harry.

Harry dragged them over to him, and opened the large folder first. He was floored by the number of holdings he had. He skimmed through it quickly and found that all of his businesses were Muggle related. That didn't make sense to Harry. Why were there no Wizarding businesses in the family? He looked up at the goblin and asked, "How come all of my investments and holdings are Muggle businesses?" Harry's eyes bulged when he saw investments in Microsoft and AOL. Microsoft he could understand to some extent since his parents were alive then, but AOL wasn't founded until 1985. How could they have invested money in that particular business?

"How were some of these investments made? AOL was founded in 1985; my parents were killed in 1981. It doesn't make sense plus the fact that all of these businesses are Muggle related. Where are the Wizarding businesses?" Harry asked, bewildered.

Griphook open the drawer again and pulled out another folder. He opened it and began to skim through it, before pulling out a piece of paper and read it. He put it down and looked at Harry before replying, "All Wizarding business were either sold or dissolved in 1980. In the same year, the Potters invested in thirty small named, relatively unknown Muggles businesses. There are several software companies, insurance companies and construction companies. There were instructions on when to invest in future businesses, such as your AOL investment."

"But why?" Harry asked, confused.

Griphook picked up an envelope and gave it to Harry. He took it, opened it, and began to read. His eyes widened with surprise at what he read.

Dear Son,

Lily and I hope you never have to read this, but if you do then that means our friend Sophia was right and we are dead.

Sophia Wainwright is a dear friend of ours, but she is also a seer. On her advice we have dissolve, and sold all of our Wizarding businesses. We have invested all that money into several unknown Muggles businesses that will, in time, flourish and grow, making more money than thought possible. We have also left instructions to invest in certain companies in the future as advised by Sophia

Harry, my son, if you are reading this then that means the Wizarding World has turned its back on you and you are preparing to leave it. I have hopes that it will not come to this, but our friend Sophia has never been wrong. So, with this in mind, we have made it easier for you to leave.

In America, there is a lovely six bedroom, three bathroom, two story house that no one knows about. It has been hidden behind wards, so that it can never be found by the Wizarding World. It has also been hidden by the Fidelius spell, and below is the address to the home so that you may find it. Show only those you trust not to betray you. The secret-keeper is a lovely house-elf by them name of Tinker. She is half house-elf and half- fairy, and she will live quite a long time. Don't ask me how that happened, son, as the images give me nightmares. Just accept it and move on. Tinker should be with you throughout your whole life, and possibly your children's lives, if you have any.

Harry, I want you to know that your mother and I are proud of you, and we are in no way ashamed or disappointed in you for leaving. I understand completely that you can no longer stay in a World that has betrayed and hurt you so much. I'm sure that you're wondering that if we knew ahead of time about your situation, then that must mean we knew about our deaths. We do, son. We know we're going to die, but in our death there will be years of relative peace. It is something that needs to be done. Our only worry is you. We took measures to have you raised by Sirius, as he is your godfather. I hope that you will have a good life with him. We don't know when the Wizarding World will betray you or why, we just know that it does. I hope with the help of Sirius and Remus, you can find some peace afterwards. Give those two rascals our love, for I know that this will be hard on them as well.

I'm sure by now you know about the prophecy regarding you. Ignore it! Know that Voldemort will eventually be defeated, but it won't be by you. Sophia said that the victorious one will be "the one who has a love of plants". I have no idea who that might be, but it won't be you. So go, live, be free to do what you want. Live how you want without the worries of the Wizarding World to burden you. Your mother and I love you very much, and we are never more proud of you than at this very moment.

With all our love,

Your loving parents,

James and Lily Potter

125 Clover Road

Durango, CO