'quote'= This is used to denote what something is supposed to sound like (Ie: the 'man'.

"speech"= Denotes speech.

"Bold"= Denotes thoughts.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any character contained therein, I make no profit from this story.

Authors Note: This is an idea of mine thats been in my mind for a while, a twist on the "Harry is lord of Azkaban with a very well skilled Military, thats nice and all but noone ever mentions a Navy, being an island nation he'd need a Navy to not only protect trade but his island as well, and I hope to incorporate that into this story, as with my other multi-chaptered fic, I'm hoping for some reviews and messages filled with people wanting to help me iron this into at least a half-decent fic.

"Come to periscope depth", came the calm order from the man standing behind two other men who were sitting, facing a wall, holding what looked like large steering wheels. a few minutes later a slightly younger voice said, "Straight and level at new depth", the first man turned and made his way to a long cylindrical device, "Raise periscope" he commanded, when this was done he pulled down the handles, raised the brow of his cap and peered into the eyehole.

"Fools" he thought to himself, the harbor and city were brightly lit, and so were the ships in it, he could clearly make out the shapes of each vessel as they were moored, or left, or arrived, but he wasnt here to see the sights.

"Ready tubes for firing" he said, and the men in the 'room' moved to carry out the order. He swung the periscope from left to right slowly looking for a target, suddenly he saw what he was looking for. "Ahead one-third" he called, this order too was quickly carried out.

He selected his target and directed his boat to approach from the direction of the target's port bow, he watched closely and when the vessel was about two thousand six hundred meters away he called out, "Fire one", this order was repeated and moments later the payload was on its way, "Fire two" he said a few moments later.

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Brian McLeary, was sitting at his post in the evening on the MMS Incarcerous, a Ministry prison transport, and he was bored. While the ship was in port there was nothing to do but sit around and watch for death eaters, at least he was getting paid for it though, In the morning they were taking on a fresh load of prisoners bound for Azkaban however. Like many nights he was watching the water like he did when he was a kid, it calmed him, the way it rolled and churned, the sounds it made, it was all so relaxing especially the bubbles...wait, bubbles?

He stood up from where he was sitting and made his way to the railing, looking into the water he could see a trail of bubbles making its way towards his ship, he also noticed a second trail not long behind, he passed it off as some kind of fish and turned around to walk back when there was a loud explosion, the ship rocked and he was thrown forward onto the deck as a column of water fell like rain on top of him, moments later the ship rocked again with another explosion, Brian, who by this time had managed to stagger to his feet was quickly thrown into the super structure and was knocked out cold.

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The 'man' watched through the periscope as one, then another column of water erupted next to the target, signifying direct hits, the men in the room around him cheered as he took his left hand off the periscope and held up a finger.

He saw through the periscope that the ship as well as the ships around it and the harbor itself had come alive trying to find out what was going on. He stepped back and ordered the periscope lowered, once this was done he instructed the other men to take them out of the harbor at full speed, when he believed they were at safe distance he ordered the boat to the surface, not long after, he and his bridge crew stood on deck watching the slowly shrinking harbor with binoculars, "A most successfull attack sir" said one of the men, "But if I may...what was the purpose of this?", his reply was simply, "A message...a message".

With that, the submarine, and its captain, one Harry James Potter, slipped into the darkness in the direction of Azkaban island.

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