Author's Note: Hey, I haven't written any fanfic in a while but an idea just popped in my head and I'm going with it, It might be kind of long though. Disclaimer: I don't own anything, JKR does
Prologue: Azkaban Prison - September 6th, 2018 almost 4 am
Antonin Doloholv hadn't slept at all that night, he was wide awake, ready to set his plan in motion with Rabastan Lestrange, and Walden MacNair. It had been twenty years since he was locked in Azkaban for the second time and in total he spent 34 years in prison and all because of Potter, and the blasted Order of the Phoenix. MacNair had been lucky and managed to elude Azkaban the first time, back when it was still guarded by Dementors, which meant you would have to struggle to even survive there. Now they had a special division of the Auror department that guarded them day and night, and they were without wands and completely caged in, but with 20 years of free time on their hands, Antonin, Walden and Rabastan had plan, and it was about to be put into action.
At exactly 4 am the shifts of the key keepers switched the key keepers did this when they believed everyone to be asleep. Walden was going to distract they key keeper on his way out and Rabastan was going to distract the new key keeper on his way in. When they were both distracted, Antonin would strike. In his hand he held two large rocks, he had managed to dig them out from the yard when they were allowed out in the enclosed yard and he hid them under his cloak that he wore in the winter. Antonin and the other two had been watching and waiting ever since late February to know the best time to strike and the perfect plan. Tonight was the night.
They could hear footsteps, there they were, switching shifts, instantly Walden and Rabastan set into motion they were distracting them Antonin took aim and quickly hit them both in the back of the head – they weren't dead but they were now unconscious. Rabastan reached for the keys and took them, He unlocked his cell and as quietly as he could tiptoed over and took both their wands. He quickly muttered the killing curse on both of them, he then helped his buddies escape. They took the two wands and quietly walked down the hall way careful not to wake the other prisoners. They had to kill a couple of Aurors before reaching the sea. They all jumped into the freezing water and started to swim until they got out of the anti apparition zone and now since they had all stolen wands, they could apparate away.
Miles away in a field in the middle of nowhere three older men appeared out of what seemed nothing. They were finally free again, free to avenge their old master, and get rid of the blood traitors in their families.
