DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter was created by JKR, I do not own the rights to any characters, nor do I pretend to.

Warning- Brief scenes of a sexual nature…


Harry awoke to the greatest thing he has ever witnessed. Daphne was trying to communicate with the one snake that doesn't require parseltongue. It was an odd technique that involved the use a both hands and a lot of spit. And then it looked like she ate the long snake by shoving it completely down her throat.

Harry, naturally, didn't have the mental capacity at the current moment to have these thoughts. First, it was morning, and second, his manhood was currently being sucked dry. He didn't know how long she was going at it, but it had the desired effect. Harry let loose one last groan of pleasure before he let loose the dams and released down her throat. Daphne swallowed it all without complaining.

"Happy birthday Harry!" she beamed while slowly massaging him once again.

"Wow. That. Was. Amazing! Can I wake up every morning like that?" Harry groaned out.

"I think than is not beyond the realm of possibility, provided you are a good boy." Daphne responded nonchalantly while examining her fingernails.

It was only then did he realize exactly what was happening. His girlfriend was playing with his giblets for the first time ever. Sure, they've fooled around, but they've never gone as far as that night where they got interrupted. Now here he was, waking up with his crotch down his girlfriend's neck. For a brief moment in time, life couldn't be better. Until you remember about a certain dark lord wreaking havoc across the land.

Daphne was very nervous at first. She, like Harry, was completely inexperienced at this sort of thing. She was willing to go all the way on that day when they got interrupted, but they just couldn't get to that build up again. She figured his 15th birthday was as good a day as any. She was already in the same bed as him, and was used to his 'mood swings' and being poked in the back with it while sleeping.

They were brought out of the afterglow of their activities with Harry's communication mirror vibrating on his desk.

"Bloody hell."

"At least we're finished…"

"Better answer it."

Harry went over to it and after making sure they were both decent he answered it. "Hello? Sirius what's wrong?"

"Harry! This is an emergency, Azkaban is under attack! We could use your help, the apparation wards are down. If you can-" the connection went blank.

"Damn." Harry took one look at Daphne and saw fire in her eyes. He changed his question before he even asked it. "Do you want to come?"

"Someone needs to watch your back." She replied.

"Let's gear up then. Harry grabbed his armaments and armor and got dressed very quickly. A few minutes later Daphne was also ready. They transfigured their robes into Auror Red.

"Grab my arm. I'll try to get us there." Harry took a calming breath. With a loud pop they were both gone.


They managed to arrive safely. They were in a large courtyard and it was silent. Very silent. There was no sign of any fighting, past or current.

Until a large explosion roared out in the distance.

"I guess we better go in that direction." Harry ran to the far side of the courtyard and made his way through the large wooden doors.

There was a long hallway with many doors coming off the sides. "Careful…" Harry cast a revealing spell looking for invisible people. There wasn't any.

They made their way through the next door and they arrived into a room that is a prison portcullis/checkpoint. The normally heavily locked door on the other side was ajar. They made their way silently through it.

They were now in the prison ward. Cells lined the walls, but the corridor was nearly pitch black. A minimal amount of light filtered in trough miniscule windows.

Harry and Daphne both lit their wands silently with 'lumos' at the same time. They noticed that all the cells in the part of the prison were empty, but the doors were all open. That meant that the prisoners must have been freed.

They carefully walked down the corridor, keeping an eye out for any stragglers or traps. There was nothing for about 5 minutes before they heard a group of people coming their way talking in low voices. They couldn't make out what they were saying.

They were too late in extinguishing their lights because of one of the guys yelled out. "Over there, there was wandlight!" The guy yelled out a call sign, but Harry didn't know the response. It was then he knew they are enemies.

"Take cover." Harry whispered to Daphne. Many spells started sailing overhead. A particular nasty looking curse hit the ceiling right above them.

"Ah shit!" Harry yelled as the ceiling came down. Harry pushed Daphne out of the way, just barely. But now they were on opposite sides of the collapsed ceiling. There was no way past, and Harry is on the side with the enemies. He wasn't even sure Daphne was safe, and he was now very angry.

A dark cutting curse bounced off his shoulder. Harry gave out one primal yell before transforming into his Nundu animagus form. He gave off a roar before charging down the corridor.

He didn't have time to count how many enemies there were, but there was at least 5. He bowled them right over as if they were tenpins. He quickly skid to a halt and turned around and charged back in. The men were getting back up and taking cover in the cells and closing the doors.

Harry managed to mangle one with his teeth and claws, but the others were now unreachable. He might have magical resistant skin, but he couldn't take abusive spells forever. He did the only thing he could.

He exhaled his poisonous breathe. In about a minute all the men trapped in the cells were dead or dying.

Harry wisely escaped the area before transforming back. He had a hunch that he would be immune to his own poisonous breath, but he didn't want to chance it at all in this situation. Back in his human form he leaned up against the wall.

"More men killed by my hands… When will it stop?" He took a minute to calm himself. "Rather them then me" He steadied his resolve and continued on. If Daphne was in real trouble her emergency portkey would trigger itself. There was no way he could clear a couple tons of magic resistant rubble quickly enough, so he made his way down the corridor and into the next room.

He saw spell fire flaring from outside. There was no direct way out there so he kept walking down the corridor.

He walked about 100 feet before he ran into someone else. Literally. They didn't hear each other and he ran right into the person. Harry pulled himself up and relit his wand. He saw it was that it was Kingsley Shacklebolt. He helped the Auror up.

"Sorry Kingsley, I saw spell fire outside so I was running there…"

"Don't worry about it kid. That was me out there. Follow me, I think I know where to go."

Harry followed Shacklebolt down the hallway he just came from. They took a sudden turn that Harry didn't notice the first time around.

All a sudden a door burst open right in front of them. Harry and Kingsley both jumped to the side and crouched into the same exact fighting position.

The person that was hurled through the door laid crumpled against the wall. It looked like an Auror. They waited to see if the attacker would come through the door.

Sure enough a Death Eater peeked around the corner real quick. Harry and Kingsley both waited in the shadows. They were going to let the first one pass by to see if there any followers.

The first Death Eater walked out and checked the vitals on the downed Auror. "Dead." The man called out to someone else.

The Death Eater continued walking down the hall. About 15 seconds later 2 more came through the door.

Kingsley gave Harry a nod. They both sprang into action.

Kingsley sent a bombardment spell between the two at the back of the group, knocking them about and sending debris into their faces.

Harry hit the guy in front with a stunner before he could even turn around.

Harry and Kingsley walked over to the only guy that wasn't unconscious.

Kingsley lifted him up. "Where are the rest of your forces hiding?"

The man just spit blood through his cracked mask at Kingsley. Kingsley punched him back in the face. "How many men are here? I won't ask twice."

"I think he's dead Shack." Harry said. He pointed at his chest.

Kingsley looked down and saw a long piece of stone sticking out of his chest. "Damn. There's nothing for it, let's continue on."

They walked through a few more rooms, all deserted. Many of the rooms had no discernable use that Harry could figure out. He did see something that curiously looked like a rack in one room, and an iron maiden in another. He shivered at the thought of these being interrogation rooms.

They were walking deeper into the complex for about 15 minutes when the meager lighting started to dim. It was also getting colder. A familiar cold.

"You feel that?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Shacklebolt responded. "Dementors. I hope you can cast a patronus…"

"I should be able to manage it."

They almost didn't see the wraithlike dementors until it was too late.

They drifted right in front of them with outstretched arms. The duo simultaneously chanted "Expecto Patronum!" Harry's familiar stag patronus surged out of his custom wand. Shacklebolt's took the form of a large predator cat.

Harry was happy he got his out on the first try; all he had to do was think of what Daphne did to him that morning. He had a feeling he could of did it wordlessly with that memory.

The two patroni scattered the half dozen dementors into the far recesses of the prison fortress. However when the two ethereal animals were about 50 feet away they were blasted out of existence by the arrival of two Death Eaters.

"I didn't know that was possible." Harry stated. Shack simply shrugged.

The two of them transfigured some loose rock into cover for the barrage of upcoming spells. These two wizards seemed to be somewhat skilled and precise with their aim.

"Take point Harry, ill cover you." Shacklebolt instructed.

Harry ran to the other side of the hall to cut down on the shooting angle between the two of them. Shacklebolt kept the defensive spell work up while Harry was going through his repertoire. Harry opened up with standard blasting curses which were deflected easily.

Harry had to duck as Shack failed to stop a stray curse. After he ducked he sprang up with a very quick arc-lightning that hit the first man right in the face, incapacitating him. Harry launched the same spell at the second man but the man replied quickly with a conjured metal rod that attracted the lightning.

Harry cursed under his breath at the innovation. He sent a large incendiary charm at the man who put up the appropriate countercharm. Harry, however, hid an explosive fireball inside the incendiary charm. The man didn't notice the difference and the fireball smacked him into the wall behind him, finishing the fight.

"Good work kid." Kingsley gave Harry a nod. "Let's go. There's bound to be more."

They were pretty deep in the prison fortress now. They could hear sounds of fighting from a few different directions in the deep cell block.

The two fighters took many turns, but the sound seemed to be the same distance away no matter how much they traveled. They eventually came across an odd ornate door. Luckily it made no noise as they opened it.

They arrived in a large room and came across two groups fighting each other. Harry recognized the bright red hair of a Weasley so he knew which group was which.

"You reckon large area, low collateral spells? Harry asked.

"Yeah, no explosions… On the count of three." Kingsley aimed his wand.

Harry nodded affirmative as Kingsley counted to three. He quickly decided which spell would be the most efficient here and less likely to hurt the wrong side. He went with an acid spray.

Harry made a semi-complicated wand twirl and brought his wand in a wide arc, but small enough to leave Dumbledore's fighters out of it. The acid washed down on them and coated the floor.

The Death Eater's repositioned themselves quickly. They diverted the direct acid pretty quickly, and set up a temporary shield. However it was for naught as Shacklebolt chanted 'flagrante' and lit them all on fire. Apparently the acid was very noxious and flammable.

The Death Eater's flailed about for a few seconds, but aguamenti charms could no put out the chemical fire. They slowly collapsed in a heap of burnt flesh and clothing.

Seeing that the threat was over with, for a few minutes at least, Dumbledore's Order members regrouped, healed, and went down another path. Shacklebolt conversed with Moody briefly, motioned to Harry, and then came back. It looked liked Shacklebolt and Harry would remain a team for a little bit longer.

"Moody says they came from the North entrance, and they just took the south exit. We came from the east…"

"So we go west." Harry finished. A nod later and they were walking off once again. They were thankful to be out of the room, burning bodies doesn't smell pleasant.

They were in pretty good condition physically; they have not had any prolonged battles yet, luckily getting surprise attacks in twice. Shacklebolt, however, did have a slight limp from a stray curse. He's been hurt worse though so he didn't mention it.

They walked for about 5 minutes before they came upon a heavy wooden door.

"I don't know what is in here. I have never been this far into the prison before. We don't even use all the floors." Kingsley said.

"I have a feeling this is where we should be going…" Harry said vaguely. It was just one of those feelings.

"Ok kid. Let's be careful." Kingsley slowly opened the ancient wooden door.

They walked into a very well lit room. The room was quite large and very ancient looking, almost as if it predated the rest of the fortress. In the center was an unopened tomb with many glittering gems embedded in it.

And standing over it, chanting in an unknown language, was the Dark Lord.

"Voldemort." Harry spat. "Grave robbing again, are we?" he goaded.

The Dark Lord stopped chanting and turned around, eyes ablaze. "Potter… I'm not even going to ask what you are doing all the way down here. And you brought a friend. Shacklebolt, is it?"

Kingsley swore to himself. "Harry, go all out and duck every lethal spell. I'll defend you as best as I can."

"So you choose to fight do you? So be it." With a flick of Voldemort's wrist his clothing became more suitable for fighting.

Harry took a loose stance while Kingsley was crouching low. Shacklebolt wasted no time preparing the defenses, and taking the hint Harry started firing mild direct curses.

Kingsley was transfiguring all the loose rocks into large slabs and having them float around for nearby use. He was busy conjuring animals now.

Harry was flinging pressure waves at Voldemort as there wasn't a good counter for them aside from a modified bubble head charm. He was hoping to off balance the far superior wizard.

Voldemort had a few of his own transfigure defense waiting for use, and he was flinging his own retaliatory hexes.

The Dark Lord threw 5 or 6 Killing curses just to unsettle the young wizard and experienced Auror. The Auror was laying it on thick with the stone defense though so none of them even got near. He slashed his wand and verbally killed the conjured bear that was charging him. He set the rest of the animals on fire with a single cone attack.

Harry saw Voldemort change his stance to combat the pressure wave attack and decided to try out some of his standard attacks. He tried his favorite lightning attack, but it was countered by Voldemort with ease. His explosive fireball met a similar fate. None of the spells he used on him at the graveyard were likely to work now. He needed new tricks.

He opted for a barrage of spells instead of just large single shots. He took out his second wand and became transfiguring and animating like Shack was. Harry was charming them to explode with different effects when killed though.

Voldemort was smiling to himself. He enjoyed a challenge. The two fighters worked pretty well together, but they were not good enough. However he underestimated the onslaught of kittens, bunnies, and puppies that Potter was throwing at him. He kicked a cat out of the way and it exploded right on him, paralyzing his leg.

It took him a second to register that he couldn't roll out of the way, and he took an ice lance right to the shoulder. It didn't penetrate, but it fractured the bone. With a snarl he dispelled all the nearby conjurations with a wave of his wand.

Seeing that he did nothing to Voldemort except make him angry, Harry and Kingsley both went on the offensive hoping to bring Voldemort out of his flurry of spells he was sending in retaliation. It looked like Voldemort faltered for a second with decided whether or not to change gears, but he decided with a well timed Cruciatus curse that ripped through the air and smacked into Shacklebolt.

The tall auror screamed with pain as he flew into the wall behind him. Voldemort didn't hold the spell for more than 5 seconds because he now had a pissed off Harry coming after him.

Harry launched a direct stone cleaving curse that left a large fissure in its wake. Voldemort wisely dodged the overpowered spell instead of blocking it. Voldemort then had to dodge a ball of lightning. Voldemort mentally filed that spell away as he had never seen it before.

Harry continued with his assault. He conjured a flaming sword while animating it and charming it unbreakable. He fired off a few trumped up stinging hexes which Voldemort met direct on with his own.

Voldemort upped the ante by throwing a skin flaying curse, followed by a bloodfire curse. There was a few other spells besides those two, but Harry couldn't recognize them. He didn't dwell too long on that fact though.

Harry rolled far away from those and sent a large gust of wind at the Dark Lord. He buffered it out of the way without trouble. Voldemort had to summon his own animated sword to distract Harry's.

Harry wasn't done with the wind though. He forced it into a tornado and gathered up a bunch of debris with it. Voldemort saw what was happening and cast a flash freeze which nullified the wind. Before the debris could hit the ground, Voldemort roared and banished the whole lot right at Harry.

Harry, seeing a bunch of rocks coming at him, peeled up a layer of the floor to take the brunt of the blow. However Voldemort timed a blasting curse and took the protection out. Harry did the only thing he could and teleported out of the way. The only sign of shock on Voldemort's face was he blinked his eyes twice. He upped the ante once again with various disembowelment hexes.

Harry was very tired at this point, he was panting heavily. He was focusing solely on dodging the fast piss-yellow curses.

Harry blinked once and saw the sickly reddish black Cruciatus come at him. He couldn't muster up the effort to dive out of the way.

The torture curse hit him in the shoulder and he collapsed the ground in pain. It felt like someone was using a vegetable peeler on his nerves.

"It can't end like this…" Harry mumbled to himself. 'He is a lot stronger than he was at the graveyard…' Those might have been his last thoughts. He knew he was a goner.

All seemed lost until an unearthly silence filled the room. Harry couldn't turn his head to see what was going on.

"You stop here now Tom." A familiar voice rang out.

"Your child-savior is done for Dumbledore." Voldemort snarled back. He lifted the curse though.

'Dumbledore to the rescue' Harry gave a mental cheer. Harry didn't hear anymore of the conversation, he was suffering from after-tremors of the extreme torture curse. The two experienced wizards started flinging spells.

Dumbledore seemed to have the upper hand for a few minutes, Voldemort was having trouble adapting to his new foes style, and he was worn down.

The two wizards used more obscure spells that Harry had a very tough time recognizing. The sort of spells that took more than two words to cast.

Dumbledore's style was similar to Shacklebolt's, except more refined. Dumbledore was a master conjurer and animator. Instead of giving the animals their own actions, he controlled them all like the puppet master he was.

Dumbledore also used some very potent offensive spells. Harry saw him use an acid spray and fire whip. Voldemort used acceptable counterattacks to deal with them.

The tide of the battle changed quickly when Dumbledore slipped on a piece of loose rock, and he was now on the defensive after having to put out his flaming beard.

Harry was starting to regain feeling in his limbs. He saw that the fight was nearly even once again, and then he spied Kingsley still lying unconscious next to the wall. Harry made his way slowly over to the downed Auror.

He tried muggle methods to wake him up first, but to no avail. He knew the enervate spell was dangerous to use on a person who wasn't hit by a stunner. Harry then remembered one of the spells Viktor Krum taught for this kind of situation. It was meant to wake someone up regardless of their condition, and could be considered dark. The person could wake up and immedietly die.

Harry just hoped Shacklebolt wasn't in too much pain.

He cast the spell, and to his relief Shacklebolt woke up and only came a small grunt of displeasure.

"Listen, Shack, Dumbledore is here fighting Voldemort. Reckon a sneak attack before it's too late?"

Kingsley watched the fight for a few seconds. Satisfied that neither of the fighter's noticed them recuperating in the corner they decided on a plan. He gave a nod.

"What spells do you reckon?" Harry asked.

"I'll overpower a ward hammer- it should act like a massive banisher. You send a bone smasher."

"Alright. On your count."

They moved around the outside perimeter, and prayed that neither of the two experienced sorcerers would notice. It wouldn't do for Dumbledore to give them away even with a simple glance.

They were about 25 feet away from Voldemort. Kingsley held up three fingers and counted down.

Harry chucked the most forceful bone breaker he could manage, while Kingsley's spell hit the Dark Lord right in the head.

Voldemort crashed into the wall behind and then got railed by Harry's bone breaker. It was a direct hit as Harry saw some gore fly off his ribcage. Kingsley collapsed to the ground, still very fatigued and now magically exhausted.

Harry barely managed to stay standing. Voldemort was slowly getting back up, bleeding profusely.

"Give up Tom." Dumbledore pleaded. He was pretty battered himself.

Voldemort just growled in response and coughed up blood. "Never!" He cast one last spell before activating an emergency portkey.

The cheerful looking sky blue spell hit Dumbledore right in the chest, but nothing happened at first.

"What is it Professor, are you alright."

"Perfectly peachy my dear boy." The old man wheezed. "Let's get out of here."

"What spell did you get hit with?" Harry asked.

"I am unsure as of this moment, but I don't feel like I am in any imminent danger. We have to get back to the surface and find the rest of the Order. Levitate Kingsley, I will guard us."

Harry did as he was told. "Sir, Voldemort was going for whatever is in that tomb." He pointed over toward to tomb. It was still in pristine condition despite the rest of the room looking like a warzone.

"Let's be thankful he did not get it then. I do not know what it is, but whatever it is it cannot be good for us. Unfortunately he still managed to free the majority of his followers from his first reign, including the likes of Augustus Rookwood, Antonin Dolohov, Rodolphus, Rebastian, and Bellatrix Lestrange."

"The Lestranges are responsible for Neville's parents…"

"Amongst other foul deeds." The headmaster replied.

It took about 20 minutes to reach the surface. Dumbledore seemed to know exactly where to go and what shortcuts to take.

They reached a courtyard that was filled with Aurors and Order members alike. Harry was momentarily surprised to see his girlfriend Daphne still here. She rushed over and jumped into his arms.

Harry couldn't hold her at all and they collapsed in a mass of limbs.

"Sorry." The both apologized at once.

"I couldn't clear the rocks so I went ahead… I figured you probably would have portkeyed out."

"I lost it in the scramble. It looks like you found some enemies, I only encountered an insane witch but I managed to scare her off. I think she was one of the prisoners."

"Maybe Bellatrix Lestrange?" Harry offered. "She's been in prison for 15 years, she can't be too healthy."

"She was still pretty quick with a wand, but she fatigued very quickly and vanished before I could finish her."

"I killed about a half dozen Death Eaters as my animagus form. I then came across Kingsley Shacklebolt and we partnered up and took down probably a dozen foes before we came across Voldemort himself, trying to break into a sealed tomb. He escaped, but none of us died. Dumbledore rescued us though; Shack and I both got hit with the Cruciatus."

"Wow. You do look shaky, let's get you a healer."

Harry nodded and walked Kingsley to the nearest healer.

Harry was surprised that he had no major damage. He just had to drink some nerve restoring potions to combat the Cruciatus and get some good food and rest. Daphne only had minor bruises from the collapsed ceiling. Rest sounded really good, Harry decided to get some sleep before hearing other people's stories.

He was slightly worried that he couldn't find Sirius.


A/N

Sorry for the long delay in updating. If you check my profile you can see I have a lot of stories I have been working on.

I had the next chapter of Harry Potter and the Root of all Evil written out, but my computer ate it. I really don't want to rewrite it, but I will eventually. it may be awhile. I do have a really great chapter coming out for it though, lots of travelling and adventure and shamanism.

I have yet to start on the next chapter of my vamp!harry/femblaise, but I did post a new one a few days ago. I only have a vague plot written out for it. I started this story for the same reason I wrote all my stories. I read a lot of stories on this site, ran out of good pairings, so I had to write my own.

I have been working on my Polaris Black series quite a bit, but still not to the point of posting it.

I also have started work on my HP/DG oneshot. It is written in first person and sort of plays out like journal entries... it's kind of awkward and will need some editing, as I think I am doing more telling than showing. There's over 10k words written for it already and a lot more planned. I think it would be classified as a gen fic, there is not too much adventure in it and a little romance.


I cut back on the first scene significantly. I don't want smut to be overbearing, and there was a lot of it in the original. There was also some talk about Daphne reminiscing about Harry's perfect timing into her life to ward off the Slytherin boys. I decided this chapter was not a good place for it, if there is any place. I may just scrap it altogether if the mood fancies me, as I don't think it belongs in this story with the direction I want to take it in. I think I originally wrote it to combat stereotypical icequeen!Daphne, but I think I accomplished that anyways…

I apologize if I mixed up my past and present tenses, I've said it before but it is one of my biggest flaws in my writing. Present tense seems like it would enhance the realism of the action, but for some reason it just doesn't seem right to me when I write it.

There is only going to be one or two more chapters before Harry is back at school. The next chapter is going to be about the aftermath of the Azkaban attack.