Hello everyone, I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long and I know no one likes excuses but I moved and didn't have internet for 2 months, got promoted and have to work longer hours, and between the to i haven't had any time to myself
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Everyone had a good laugh over the newspaper that morning, wondering how Dumbledore would explain himself and the disappearance of Harry Potter. Each of them had a different opinion on what he would do. In jest Nathair suggested that they bet on what Dumbledore would do, and while it was made as a joke they thought it was a good idea, at least it would make finding out what Dumbledore intends to do more interesting. They all ended up betting twenty galleons each, Nathair bet he would plead ignorance, Tom bet that he would ignore it and not respond. Narcissa thought that Dumbledore would say Harry left for family reasons, Lucius bet that he would say that there was an accident and that Harry was away recovering. Lastly Fenrir thought Dumbledore wouldn't have the chance to make up an excuse that he would be arrested, or something before he could do anything about it. Severus decided not to bet saying that Dumbledore would do something stupid but he had no idea what.
Putting the bet out of their minds for the moment, they all sat down for breakfast.
"Father are you going to the manor today?" Nathair asked as he dug into his bowl of cubed fresh fruit.
"I was planning to go after breakfast. I want to make sure it's ready and everything is done just the way I want it. I also need to pick up the house elves that I ordered. We will need some of our own for the manor, I can't keep borrowing Lucius's elves."
"Can I go with you, I want to take a look around and explore the manor," said Nathair between bites of red juicy watermelon and sweet peaches.
"You can come if you wish, but I have another reason for wanting to go and look around. As you know after my supposed destruction many of my followers were arrested and sentenced to imprisonment in Azkaban, a few like Lucius and Severus were able to escape the same treatment. I want to look around the manor and see if there is any place where I can put them afterwards.
"I plan to break them out soon, and because of how horrible it is there they will all need lots of time and medical attention to recuperate. Before that I will need to finalize my plans, find somewhere safe I can hide them, and call all of my followers that didn't get imprisoned. Then I'll need to find a few healers, besides Healer Langdon, to help me get them back into good health. I expect many of them to be as bad off as you, some even worse. As well as mentally healthy. Besides a hand full of human guards, dementors are the main guards of Azkaban. They are horrible creatures, they destroy good memories and feelings, and with enough exposure to them people are driven mad."
"Tom will you be introducing Nathair to everyone when you call for them?" Asked Narcissa who looked concerned at the thought.
"I'm not sure yet, but at the moment I don't plan to. That could change though depending on where I can hide everyone. Ideally I want to hide them somewhere near or inside in the manor, but if I don't tell them one of the could come across him and it could cause trouble. They might even hurt him, thinking that he was spying, or something."
"My lord you could use one of the hidden Malfoy cottages. I bought a few just after you were defeated, in case we needed to go in hiding. They are all under fidelius, one of them would be perfect for what you want. And they have plenty of room, all of them have at least ten bedrooms," offered Lucius.
"Lucius thank you for your offer, if you wouldn't mind allowing me to use one. I want to keep them and my son safe."
"Of course, Tom, it would be my pleasure for you to use one. Would you like to look at them, or may I choose one for you?"
"You may choose the one you think is most suitable for my needs, you do know them better than I do after all," said Tom. "I'm done, Nathair when you are done come to my office and we'll go to the manor."
"I'm done now, but I want to go and get changed into some of my new more casual clothes. I'll be down as soon as I'm done getting changed," said Nathair as he got up from his seat and left the dining room.
It didn't take long to go through the manor and look around despite its size. It was at least as large as Malfoy manor, and just as amazing. Though like most other children his age Nathair was more focused on his room, not to mention the library and stayed behind to look through the books as Tom went about his business.
HP/FG-TW
Nathair woke up to beautiful light grey walls, dark wood, with deep green accents that made up his own bedroom. It had been a fortnight since he and his father had moved from Malfoy manor and into Slytherin manor with their new elves, Powder, Bubble, Mitty and Jiffy. Jiffy was going to be his personal house elf while Bubble was to be Tom's.
Today was the day his father planned to break his imprisoned followers out of Azkaban. He planned to do it during the Wizengamot meeting, where Dumbledore and many other Ministry officials would be stuck in the meeting room until the matters that they were there to discuss were resolved. That was the one downfall of a Wizengamot meeting, the room naturally sealed itself as soon as the meeting started and would not allow anyone to leave until the meeting was over. It was the perfect time as Lucius would be there so he couldn't be implicated by Dumbledore as an accomplice, and keep Dumbledore and his Order away from the prison so that their endeavor would be successful.
Nathair wouldn't be able to go and help, he wasn't even allowed to meet the not imprisoned death eaters that would be going along to help break the others out of Azkaban. He was however able to go and help the healers they had gathered to care for the prisoners they were breaking out. He made some of the more simple healing potions, helped organize supplies, and made sure the two other house elves his father bought, Dandy and Wicky, to take care of the safe house and food while they were using it for the soon to be saved death eaters. Dandy was in charge of the kitchen and making food, to begin with, except for the healers and caretakers. All the food would need to be thin, like soup, broths, and runny oatmeal, as to not overwhelm their starved stomachs. Wicky was to take care of the house and overall cleaning. Both of them were also to make sure none of the prisoners left the house, most of them would be very confused and prone to lapses in memory due to their long exposure to Dementors.
"Wicky," Nathair call as he finished getting dressed for the day.
"Master Nathair be calling for Wicky."
"Yes, can you get the list of potions that need to be made for Bristol cottage today?"
"Wicky be getting list of potions for Master… Here be list for Master. Master be needing anything else from Wicky?"
"No Wicky. Just go and get prepared for later on. It's very important that everything is ready by the time they come back. Most of the people will be very sick and in need of lots of help. Did you get those blankets charmed with heating charms yet? They will be very cold. Dementors create coldness anyways, it doesn't help that the place is solid stone and in a very cold place to begin with. But I suppose it makes them easier to control when their cold and starved to move, but that doesn't make it right... Sorry about that, I'm just very upset about it."
"Wicky understands Master Nathair. Wicky being going now."
HP/FG - TW
The late September day dawned cold and as miserable as ever. The ice cold wind blowing harshly though the thin cracks in the walls, and chilling the already freezing bones of the prisoners inside, each one shivering in their cell. Most of them never got to sleep, the cold being too demanding and kept them from doing much of anything besides thinking of how cold they were. And it didn't help that a dementor was never too far away. Even the hottest of summer days couldn't warm anything on the small island. The only people that even enjoyed the cold were the ones who were stationed on the island in the summer, as they got a temporary relief from the sweat inducing, practically scorching temperatures of the mainland.
It was only the end of September but it felt like the middle of the coldest winter, each guard was using many warming charms, and often stood close to one of the small fire pits that were sparsely scattered around the outside of the building.
As it neared noon, the guards were stationed moved to go inside for their shift change, black dots were seen moving closer to the island. At first the guards thought that they might be a group of birds, but as they got closer to the island it became obvious that they were boats. One guard ran inside and sounded the alarm.
Besides the seven guards that were stationed outside, there was only a dozen more inside the prison. And as the boats drew nearer they could see that there were more than enough people in them to overwhelm the small force of guards that stood ready for battle in front of the only entrance to the prison.
Auror Jonathan MacDougall, the senior officer, who was a senior in more ways than one, had been guarding the island for well over half his life. He had joined the Auror Corps just after graduating Hogwarts in hopes of someday becoming Minister one day, after having a brilliant career as one of the best Aurors to have ever worked at the British Ministry, of course. Needless to say his dreams never came true. Into his first real assignment, having been out of the Auror academy only six months, he made several bad judgement calls while on a case. The worst having been not listening to his superior officer when ordered off the case for being to wand happy, he ended up severely hurting the suspect who was later found innocent, and several of his fellow Auror's. He was given the choice of leaving the Auror's of his own free will, or permanently being assigned to Azkaban for guard duty until he retired. Seeing as it was a no choice situation, he stayed on as an Auror. He had hoped that with a few years hard work and no screw ups he would get another chance and do the work of a real Auror, but now he was in his nineties and while wizards aged half as fast as muggles, all the years in the cold with dementors had taken their own toll on him.
Still as the attackers got closer to the prison he stood there along with all the other Auror's in defence of the island, and that's where he died, trying to fulfill his lifelong dream. As he was cut down by a mass blasting hex he wondered, if he would have been able to defend the island, would he have been allowed to return to being a real Auror.
As Tom and the three dozen followers he had brought with him attacked, over half of the small, scrawny, group of Aurors fell with the few simple cutting and blasting hex's that they had fired off as a preemptive strike. It was too easy to defeat the handful of Aurors that were left. Three didn't even stay and try to fight, they took off running like chickens with their heads cut off, running aimlessly around until they were killed with a few accurately aimed spells. With the entrance unguarded they ran into the fortress and spread out looking for their fellow death eaters. After finding everyone they had come for and sending them by portkey to the safe house they set up. The death eaters then went through the prison again offering those imprisoned, that could be trusted, the chance to join them and be freed as well. Many of them took the offer and were sent to another part of the safe house until they could join the death eaters, and could truly be trusted.
In the flurry of activity no one noticed the thin and dirty black dog that was slinking in and out of the numerous shadows, heading for the entrance, no one but Tom that is. Just before the dog got to the open doors, with one wave of his wand Tom slammed the doors, stopping the dogs escape.
"Well who do we have here? Sirius Black perhaps? Going for a small walk, were you?" The dog backed up against the wall, whimpering in fear, his tail hiding between his legs.
Tom swooped down upon the large dog, grasping his arms around it's painfully thin and boney waist.
"You're coming with me," Tom said as he headed to his boat and headed for the shore where he apparated away, the grim like dog squirming unhappily in his arms.