Author's Note: Hello Dear Readers, I'm sure there will be some that are disappointed to see a new story. Understand my husband dropped this idea on me and suddenly a plot bunny attacked. I'm not sure how long this story will be, and if you don't like the details of the story, I'll understand if you don't read. Writing is still hit or miss these days, and I follow the muse wherever it takes me.

This characterisation of Antonin Dolohov is 100% inspired and in some cases copied from the way Canimal has written him. Any similarities belong exclusively to her creative genius.

JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and the characters and places. I earn nothing from these stories.

Trigger Warnings: Talk of past trauma and dark magic

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Please look for translations of anything in Russian at the bottom of the chapter. All of it is taken from google translate, except for the list that the wonderful Canimal has provided.

Azkaban (n): a fortress on an island in the North Sea. It serves the magical community of Britain as a prison for convicted criminals.

"Look I only want one thing, one thing, and I'll behave." Antonin Dolohov said teeth clenched as he fought against his bonds, making the process of moving him between cells that much harder.

"That's just it Dolohov, I could make you behave but you've never given us any problems, and I don't like the idea of having to do that to you." The Azkaban guard said, wand trained on Antonin's back as he renewed the spell over and over to keep the Russian wizard from getting free.

"And I won't give you any more trouble if you just let me talk to her, just once." Antonin was fighting, pushing his magic to the surface with repeated silent spells, as he struggled not to get free but to make the Azkaban guard's jobs harder, so they took him seriously.

As a prisoner in the Wizarding Prison, he had very little say in what happened to him, and no ability to make demands. However if he was right about this, and about who was still at large, the wizarding community could have another evil megalomaniac on their hands, and without the ability to stop it.

He needed to talk to Hermione Granger, now, not tomorrow if what the guards had read the articles correctly. He knew the witch would be scared of him, and he didn't enjoy that fact, but he still needed to see her. Unlike the other members of the golden trio, he knew that she was bright enough to catch onto the danger in this loophole.

"Vy ne ponimayete," Antonin muttered under his breath as a stronger spell rushed over his skin.

"No Russian, you know the deal Dolohov, no bloody Russian," Ernie Stilsmith all but yelled at him, the Azkaban guards all knew Antonin's history as a curse-breaker and that he needed no wand to unleash his powers on them. It'd been two years since his magic had been locked down and the damper removed, he wouldn't enjoy going back.

When a witch or wizard is cut off from their magic, it's almost like taking an organ from them. They might be able to live for a while, but they're barely functional. Its use was deemed the most humane way to keep the prisoners since the use of Dementors had been outlawed.

"It's not a spell you bastard. Just let me talk to Hermione." He was done arguing if they didn't let him see her, he might seriously contemplate escaping to find her, but that would certainly scare the witch, and he had no desire to do that.

Ernie cast a full-body bind at that moment and proceeded to levitate Antonin back to his cell. "Look Dolohov, you and I have been fine the last few years, let me see what I can do to help you. I'll make a call, but only if you knock this out."

Antonin grunted in agreement and felt the curse lift as soon as his cell door shut. Standing up, he sat down at his small desk and pulled out a scroll and quill. The Russian wizard began to make notes, writing down everything but the most crucial parts of this magic. He wasn't sure who he could trust, this kind of magic could have devastating consequences if it fell into the wrong hands. Once Antonin could meet with her, he would share the detailed information.

A fortnight had passed with only a small promise from Ernie that sent an owl to a "friend" who might be of some use, and Antonin spent most of his time making copious amounts of notes, writing out the possible intricate spell options that might close the loophole in wand magic that still existed.

He sat at his desk, quill moving quickly over the scrolls as he heard a guard coming down the hallway towards his cell. He quickly disillusioned the pile of scrolls that were now hiding under his cot, to save himself the explanation that would be required if the guards saw the work he was up to, without moving from his spot.

"Dolohov, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but you have a visitor. Harry Potter is here to see you," Mitchell Piers said, one of the other guards to his floor of Azkaban, his confused face now at the bars to his cell. Mitchell annoyed Antonin in the way he treated himself and his fellow prisoners. There was nothing to be done to make their lives more miserable unless you counted Dementors and putting a damper on their magic again, but he insisted on treating them all as less than humans.

It reminded Antonin a lot of the Dark Lord and how he and his fellow followers had viewed those of less than Pureblood ancestry. Those days were long behind him, had died at the end of the first war, but he would pay for his crimes regardless of the intent behind them.

"Harry Potter, but that wasn't who I requested to speak with," Antonin replied, feeling a frisson of fear and a mild irritation that he would have to deal with the Boy Who Lived before he could deal with his witch. Shaking his head, he stood and readied his hands for their cuffing spell.

He was escorted down to the ground floor of the prison, where all visitors were seen, and into a small room where his magic was dampened before anyone entered. Antonin hated the feeling that fell over him as his magic was dampened, he understood it, and though the guards didn't know it, if they had a prisoner to be concerned about, it would be him. The truth was he stayed in prison because being on the run didn't appeal to him. Plus he knew that he needed to give up his freedom to even attempt to pay for the lives that had been stolen by his wand.

Antonin only waited a few minutes before the door opened again, and the green-eyed wizard who won the war walked in, his eyes locked on Antonin's the entire walk to the other side of the table. He took a moment to take in the other wizard's appearance, noting that Potter now had a wedding ring on his finger, something he hadn't heard about, so it was either new news or Antonin had indeed managed to cut himself off from the outside world.

Harry Potter leaned back in the chair across from Antonin, regarding him sceptically. His voice clear he finally spoke, "What is your business asking for Hermione?"

Antonin smirked, a false bit of confidence filled him before he replied, "Potter, this really is beyond your scope, I need the Brightest Witch for the kind of magic we need to get to work on."

To be continued. . .

Vy ne ponimayete - You do not understand