Chapter-10
After only a week of research, Grandfather and Regulus discovered two major flaws in the security system of Azkaban.
One: The dark wards surrounding the prison walls kept wizards from leaving the premise undetected.
None were designed to sense the presence of unauthorized wizards entering the prison.
Two: The Dementers were unable to distinguish the fish swimming freely near the island.
Which in turn help prove that the Dementers did not recognize any other life form as clearly as they did a human soul.
Within an hour of discovering this hypothesis, Regulus apparated to the nearest point to Azkaban and turned into his animagus form.
Grandfather had protested.
He had called Regulus names even.
Bloody Griffindor! Just like your bloody Griffindor brother!
The snake swam his way forwards, against the cold terror and crashing waves, determined to find what he was looking for.
When he reached the small cluster of rocks nearby where the boats docked, he concentrated.
His snake form could sense magical auras.
The snake hissed mildly as he went through the prisoners's magical signatures for the third time, not finding the one he was looking for.
Why was his chest pounding so? Why was he so bewildered, so frightened?
Something was wrong.
The snake tried not to give in to panic. Not even the perception of panic.
A panicking wizard was a dangerous risk to everything.
Overhead, the Dementers circled mournfully, getting ready to feed on the prisoners for the day.
Regulus stretched his magic as far as he dared.
He searched the high security prisoners again, one last desperate time.
The Carters.
Mcnair sr.
Crouch.
Lady Hepsiba the horrible.
Judge Jacob.
Rodolphus.
Ah…Bella..
And then nothing.
There was no bloody hint or sign of Sirius Black.
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