October 31, 1989
You know I honestly have no idea why I did what I did when I got to Azkaban. I mean really I had every reason in the world to hate the bitch without pity, she had been a thorn in my side for years before Neville managed to decapitate her with a freaking machete of all things. But I-
Ah fuck it, who am I kidding? I know exactly why I showed her mercy, Hermione had shown me the Hades contract when she had been sifting through the files in 12 Grimmauld Place and I had promptly thrown up when I had read the details of what the woman was forced to endure.
I was just a man, not always kind, but I did my best to be just, and this contract had been nothing short of slavery. The sick part was, that was putting it kindly. Reading between the lines, when Andromeda had given both middle fingers to her family and ran off with Ted her father decided to take extra steps to make sure the other contracts weren't nullified.
Narcissa wasn't a problem, because despite being a complete and utter prat she was in love with Lucius, for reasons I cannot even begin to comprehend. Even my later friendship with Draco couldn't shed any light on this subject, because he adored his mother and found his father to be abhorrent. Bastard had an amazing taste for wine though, he had this 1895 Merlot that...
Wait...where the fuck was I?
Right, anyway the problem was the eldest daughter, Bellatrix, who was quite frankly too opinionated, too individualistic, and too free thinking to leave unchained. So when the LeStranges came calling she was bound under a Hades contract of all the bloody things, and lost her soul to become nothing more than a whore for her husband.
So, yeah, I know why I broke her out, I know why I killed ever single fucking Death Eater in that prison when I saved her and Padfoot, and I still don't know if it was a good idea.
Doesn't really matter, Fiendfyre kinda made it a moot point regardless. Makes me think of that quote at the end of Doom II, thank you Dennis for making me play it through. Now that Hell is destroyed, where are all the bad people going to go when they die now?
Cleveland, most likely, would be my guess.
Azkaban was a sad little island in the middle of the North Sea surrounded by wards and curses that made muggle vessels avoid the area like the freaking bubonic plague. Harriet honestly felt that was a blessing, since she knew from experience that the Dementors would have gladly fed on any wayward sailors soul if given the chance, the vile demonic bastards that they were and all.
Their end had been one of Hermione's somewhat questionable yet happily ignored decisions, she'd placed the imperius curse upon a muggle general and had a five megaton nuke dropped on the isle in the hopes of if nothing else, she would manage to wipe out the worlds supply of soul vampires.
They had all been quite pleased that their Dark Lady had pulled it off, fuck you Dementors and your nightmare inducing presence.
Sadly, Harriet was short on nukes, or rather she was well aware there was still that cold war thing going on between the Warsaw Pact and NATO so really setting off anything bigger than a firecracker was likely a bad idea.
Pity, really, she had some ideas...
Right, jailbreak, not wanton destruction, bit more finesse than she was used to but ultimately just as satisfying.
Because, really, fuck the police.
Harry's animagus form was a peregrine falcon which was kinda awesome, though he would always be jealous of Neville's grizzly bear. His god-brother took great pleasure in mauling the shit out of anyone who got in his way, especially after Hannah's murder. Ron had gotten it worst though, becoming a terrier really wasn't all that useful in combat, as for Hermione and Luna...right, right getting distracted.
Being a falcon Harry was able to fly to Azkaban without worry, nor was he concerned with gaining a humans attention. This was 'peace time' Azkaban which meant there were no Aurors or Hit-Wizards maintaining the place, just the demonic aberrations known as Dementors and their inmates. Thankfully, as terrifying as Dementors were, they were actually fairly stupid, and ignored animal presences, thus why sneaking in and or out as an animagus was relatively easy.
Trick was though that for your average human being, magical or not, being in the presence of something as profoundly unholy as a Dementor kinda robbed you of sane thought and you typically didn't have the forethought to shift into said animagus form.
The exception, as it turned out, happened to be members of the Black family who were arguably less than sane to begin with, and even when unconscious at the time, automatically shifted to their animal forms when a Dementor approached. This saved there, relatively speaking, sanity, and allowed them to be wrecking balls on the battlefield after release, something the ministry either forgot or willfully ignored when they tossed Sirius and Bellatrix into their cells.
So still in his bird form Harry hopped down the halls and paused when he took in the neighboring cells, a massive emaciated Grimm in one, and a tired, bedraggled black cat in the other. For one moment Harry felt his heart seize but he managed to keep his breakdown from over powering him, primarily because he wasn't sure if little Harriet's body could handle one of his apocalyptic emotional explosions.
Pausing he considered that a moment, and felt about for Harriet and found nothing, he knew everything she did, but he was most certainly still himself, and he'd like to think more highly of himself that he'd not evict a young girl from her own body. Eventually he found her in his psyche, slowly but surely melding with him, she waved to him happily and he waved in return, awesome! Having friends in your head was the best! It was like having a party where the only people you actually cared about were invited.
Wait...Right, Trixie and the Dogfather.
Shifting back to her human form Harriet glanced about a bit before clenching her fist Vader style crumpling both doors bars like they were made of putty. Extending her hands she fired a stunner at both Bellatrix and Sirius before turning them into marbles and summoning them to her before dropping them into her pocket. Firing an over powered banisher curse at Bella's wall Harriet approached the new opening with a grin on her lips, turning to the fortress before her she hissed out one word as her fingers weaved about in a complicated dance.
"Fiendfyre."
Taking to her falcon form she quickly winged away from the doomed prison as chimeras, gryphons, dragons, basilisks, and many other unnamed fiery aberrations burnt the island and its denizens down to molten slag.
Maybe the muggles had been on to something there, purification through fire...ah well, whatever, time to play nurse for the next six months, Harriet hoped the Dursleys were up for some house guests.
Bellatrix was not sure what woke her up at first, maybe it was the scent of antiseptics, the scent of fresh cooked meat, the gentle hum of a childish voice, or the gentle ministrations of small fingers dancing across her skin. Regardless, she woke up to see a raven haired girl with terrifyingly vibrant emerald green eyes running a cloth down her legs while singing to herself quietly.
"Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the egg man, they are the egg men.
I am the walrus, coo coo cachoo
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sk-"
Cutting off the girl turned to Bellatrix and met her gaze evenly, she didn't say anything so the Dark Witch chirped out a greeting.
"Hello there, you have a beautiful singing voice." The girl grinned, which made her quite happy, she had a gorgeous smile.
"Thank you dear cousin, how are you feeling?" Cousin? Well with her family that really didn't narrow it down did it?
"Tired, and...sick, I feel like I have a deep chill in my bones..."
The girl nodded as she finished washing Bellatrix's legs and feet, followed with gently dragging a blanket over her, "Dementor exposure, seven and half years will do that to you."
Wut.
"What?!" She managed to spit this out and the girl could only stare down at her in sympathy.
"You've been Bellatrix LeStrange since the mid 70's, when I murdered your husband and voided the Hades contract your father put you in you reverted, rather than being in your early thirties you are physically and mentally around the age of eighteen. The bonus is you can't remember what you were forced to do and fall under the aegis of the Black family once again, and while a dick Arcturus is far more understanding then your father."
"What..." she asked in a plaintive tone, the girl smiled sadly as she bowed lightly before speaking again.
"I'm Harriet Potter, please call me Harry, and you're safe now, I'll clarify everything else later, I promise." With that she forced a vial to Bellatrix's lips and once swallowing the sweet fluid within, she slipped back off to blissful sleep.
"Fuck," was the first word that exited his lips, and earned a childish giggle from his left side. Glancing over he took in the young girl a moment and focused on her eyes, his own silver grey orbs widened in shock as recognition hit him, "Harriet!"
She smiled and extended a small hand that slid across his cheek and stopped when she pinched his chin lightly, "Hello Padfoot, how are you feeling?"
He snorted at that before collapsing back into his bed, "Well obviously worse off than I thought since I'm hallucinating my goddaughter."
She smirked and leaned over kissing his cheek causing him to freeze since he felt the small girls lips graze his skin, "You aren't hallucinating my wonderful Dogfather. I broke you and Trixie out, then I burnt the fucker to the ground. A prank worthy of the Marauders don't you think?"
"Harriet?" He whimpered out, and she nodded once taking his calloused hand winding her tiny digits through his.
"Yup, it's me Padfoot, you're free, all the Death Eaters and...heh, Azkaban are gone, I burnt it down for you and Trixie, a send off of flash fried demons and damned souls. The best part is the Ministry has no idea who made it off the island before it melted back into the sea."
Sirius barked out a laugh then winced as the strain hit him, he was far far weaker than he was accustomed to being, "Oh Prongslet, how long was I gone?"
She scowled and glanced away, "You were arrested and thrown into Azkaban on November 1, 1981, it is now November 3, 1989. I broke you out on Halloween it just took you awhile to come to your senses..."
Doing the math he cursed out in anger, "Fuck!"
"Quite," the girl stated while nodding once as she turned back to her work, which happened to be applying bandages to a beautiful young woman who... Oh shit.
"Bella?" The girl paused, and met his gaze evenly while nodding.
"Yeah, I killed her husband and being the Lord Black that nullified their marriage contract and she reverted back to who she use to be. She still has flashes of her time with the LeStranges though, unfortunately, it usually involves her punching the walls and cursing in Welsh. By the by? Inventive, I sincerely doubt half of what she said was physically possible."
"Magic love," Bellatrix murmured, snorting Harriet leaned down and kissed her brow before offering her a vial of mint green fluid.
"Of course, I should never doubt you dear, now please take this and rest." Bellatrix didn't resist and once consuming the potion she drifted back off into the realm of Morpheus.
Sirius, finally managing to put enough bits and pieces together to form a coherent thought, asked, "We're...free?"
Harriet smirked and nodded, "Of both the ministry and Azkaban, yup," she popped the 'p' and turned back to her medical supplies. "Lord Arcturus is already on the warpath, you received no trial, and Bella was out of her mind thanks to his son's idiocy, so he's basically reading the riot act to the Wizengamot at the moment. It's going to be funny seeing the old bastards backpedal, almost makes the cost of it all worthwhile..."
Sirius froze at that, "Cost?"
The little girl worried her lip a bit before slumping her shoulders, "Err...either Bellatrix or I have to couple with...you...to ensure that the Black line doesn't die. It was the cost of guaranteeing your and Trixie's freedom."
"What," he whimpered out, she quickly shook her hands in front of her trying to assuage his emotions.
"Don't worry there isn't a time limit on this shit, and I'm sure Trixie wouldn't mind shagging you! I mean...if I have to do it I guess it isn't that bad, you aren't exactly Snape repulsive or anything. Lets just wait till I'm, you know...legal? Still, Bellatrix is a looker, so-"
Sirius had passed out, a look of horror frozen on his face, Harriet could only sigh in annoyance.
"Yeah...that one was on me..."