A/N: I do not own, endorse or have any association with the Harry Potter series, characters or mythology, or else I'd own a mansion like J.K. Rowling. I wish. SPOILER WARNING: these series I have written with the general assumption that the reader has read the entire Harry Potter series, so if you have not finished them, you may want to read them first as this may contain harmful spoilers. I'm no expert on the books, so if you read anything which may be incorrect, please let me know in your reviews. Thanks!
There was a sudden crack, and the four figures appeared inside the walls on top of the rampart. As a storm raged above them, silvery rain dousing their cloaks, the two men and women made their way along the walls and into the ongoing battle that was taking place the walls of the Azkaban prison, drawing their wands. Above them, the hundreds of circling Dementors hovered over the scene like vultures, preying upon both the fighting and the fallen. One of the figures pointed their wand at the centre of the Dementors, and shouted loudly, "Expecto Patronum!"
A large silvery four-legged creature exploded from the wand, its light radiating from its body and warded away the majority of Dementors in the immediate area. The charm, not going unnoticed by the duelists on the rampart, drew the attention of the remaining unopposed Death Eaters and Ministry of Magic officials left to guard the prison. Three figures in dark cloaks approached them and started firing spells at their chests immediately.
The wordless green spells shot out towards them, shooting up dust as they missed their targets by inches; by this time the figures had ducked behind the giant stone pillars of the rampart leading into the inner chambers, and had began firing red spells back. Immediately one Death Eater fell to his knees, stunned; another Death Eater was surprised as he ran around the pillars and had become ambushed by a man and a woman, effectively petrified by a well-placed shot and stiffly fell to the ground. The final opponent, a Ministry official, surrendered almost immediately as his wand was flung from his hand, getting down on his knees as the figures approached him with their wands drawn.
"P-p-please… d-d-don't kill me." The ministry official begged for his life cowardly.
"You are a ministry official, you ought to be ashamed of yourself working with this filth." The tallest and fairest of the two men amongst the figures said.
"That's enough, Axely." said the other man, shorter and more darker in appearance. "You and Atrice keep an eye out for more company. Dromeda, cast your Patronus again, let's keep these Dementors at bay."
The taller and more darker-haired of the women nodded and released her Patronus again, the Dementors circling their position.
The shorter darker wizard stared hard down upon the Ministry official. "Where can we find prisoner number BFN740?" he asked, his wand now pointing at the Ministry offical's neck. "Now, tell me. BFN740." he repeated to the shocked man, who at first seemed speechless.
"I don't – I don't know!" the Ministry official man croaked. "I don't – I'm not sure who that is! Who are you, what do you want with - ?"
"You're lying." The wizard closed his eyes and focused. The Ministry official could suddenly feel the wizard entering his mind, searching his memory; it took him a moment to realize he was using Legimancy against him. A vision of a prison door with the numbers BFN740 on the front swam hazily at the forefront of his mind.
"This way." The wizard said as soon as he had the information. "They've been holding her in the Forbidden cells."
"Cryal, what about him?" Atrice asked, inicating the Ministry official.
"Leave him." Cryal said. "The Ministry should know by now what has happened; let them sort him out." He swept his cloak behind him as the others followed, leaving the Ministry official to fend for himself.
They entered a doorway hastily past dueling wizards and Death Eaters, as more Ministry officals and Aurors appeared; their cloaks flapped behind them as they moved quickly and quietly through the echoing prison, leaving the screaming and shouting of the battle behind them. They followed moving stone staircases down the dark expanse, leaving behind the outside crumbling stone walls, until they reached the bottom of the inner chamber.
The shouting and screaming of the prisoners in their cells had been drowned out by a horrific battle going on at the bottom-most floor of the inner chamber, between two witches of immense power; one witch, quite young and with stringy black hair framing her pale face, had a malevolent grin as she cast a powerful dark magic stream like lightning at the other witch.
The second witch, quite fair with chestnut-brown hair but whose face had been contorted with lines of age, was protecting herself from the younger witches advance with a powerful counter-spell of a bright light, the two streams of magic almost evenly matched as they sparkled and cracked loudly against each other. Around them, the sanctum had shown signs of battle damage, with the torches lighting the chamber having been knocked out of their holders, crumbling walls where spells had exploded, and the door to one of the cells with the prisoner code BFN740 having been ripped off it's hinges and lay broken on the floor. At the bottom of the steps, having appeared to be frozen by a jinx, was a cloaked wizard, wandless, who was watching the ensuing titanic battle with an expression of shocked awe and horror.
"Wagel!" Cryal called, and him and the others attended to the fallen wizard, undoing the binding spell that was holding him. "We got word from your Patronus that the protection surrounding Azkaban had been lifted. What happened?"
Wagel mopped back some of his red hair, words forming from his lips as he tried to overcome both the jinx and his astonishment. "I knew she'd be down here after her… so I came down and… she won my wand from me… I never saw her coming…"
"He's bleeding." Dromeda said, and started the process of sealing his wounds. The others, now unsure as to how to proceed with their objective, watched as the two witches did battle. The younger witch using Dark magic was winning the power struggle; her magic pushed back the length of the elder witches magic, until suddenly the elder witch seemed to let go, letting the dark magic come for her. With a flick of her wand performing some unknown incantation, she reflected the dark magic back at the witch. The young witch blocked it and laughed as the dark spell rebounded into a wall and exploded, sending up dust everywhere.
"All of you, down there!" a loud voice called from above. Cryal looked up and saw what looked like thirty, maybe forty witches and wizards come running down the steps. "By order of the Ministry of Magic, I place you all under arrest for the crime of attempting to help an Azkaban prisoner escape!" a rounded short man bellowed, overtaken by some of his associate Ministry associates. No Death Eaters could be seen amongst them.
The younger witch looked up and snarled loudly, then turning on the spot, she Appirated vanishing amongst the dust. The elder witch lowered her wand and sighed, then turned to the group helping up Wagel on the steps. "I think it's best that you do the same." The witch advised. "I am surprised to see that she survived, after all this time… even more of a reason now that you all must leave and go into hiding, until the time is right."
"But Eda…" Cryal started, but the witch simply held up her hand and instantly the wizard was cast into silence.
"That is an order." Eda pressed sternly. "We can celebrate later when I come into contact with you all. But until then, you must wait for further word. There is much work to be done. Go. Now."
The wizards and witches nodded unanimously, and then after a moment of holding onto each other, Appirated as the young witch had done. Shots of magic spells whizzed and collided into the spots where they had been, as the invading Minstry members came into range. Eda watched as the Ministry flooded the stairways around her moments later, aware that several wands were pointed at her, and dropped the wand she was holding to the ground.
"Stay where you are." The rounded wizard bellowed out as he pushed his way through the crowd, addressing her. "As we speak, enchantments are being placed around Azkaban to prevent anyone else coming in or out without the proper authorization. You have the right to remain silent. Do you comply?"
"Why yes," Eda said as she simply smiled. "The Dark Lord Voldemort has been defeated. I'm not going anywhere."