"Fffffffeeeeennnn!" Thorfinn called, drawing his name out slowly as if the wolf was short on brains.

Thorfinn couldn't believe his eyes, what the fuck was he seeing? He'd only seen his friend in wolf form a handful of times but never, ever like this. Fenrir was subdued and gently tending their medi-witch...but what in the fuck had happened that she needed tending? No one had seen a bloody thing, one moment the trio was going about their business and on their feet and then the next second two of them were down.

"What's happening?" Rabastan was demanding, voice echoing across the baron floor, as he rattled the bars in frustration. "Is Lilith alright?" Something had happened to his angel but no one seemed to know what, only that she was in Greyback's cell. He looked across to his brother, who had a better view than he, in question. "The fuck's going on?"

Rodolphus shrugged, verily uninterested in the goings on.

"Guard's out cold thanks to Fen and the witch passed out but not in that order I don't think."

Rab's eyes rolled back into his head in frustration, a lot of fucking help Rod was.

"You're useless." he growled, ignoring the returning glare, and turned his attention to Dolohov who was quietly observing the scene before him. "Oi Dolohov, what in the hell is going on?" he yelled, growing more frantic by the second.

Antonin took what felt like an exorbitant amount of time turning his wizened eyes on the younger wizard.

"It would appear our lupine friend has claimed his mate, took our guard out of commission and obtained a wand. Not bad for a day's work."

Despite the amused look on his face Antonin had mixed feelings about this turn of events. The lovesick werewolf had ruined his original plan but perhaps all was not lost, he still had time to draw Lilith to his side. She would be his prodigy and his ticket to being the right hand of the dark lord. His worry however was any other plan changes Fenrir might have in mind, but for now who could complain? They were on the cusp of freedom.

Rabastan was reasonably certain he hadn't heard the man right, that wasn't how it was supposed to be. Lilith was supposed to be his, she was his angel after all. He shook his head to clear it but the same words still rung in his ears like a haunting echo. He'd never believed in fighting over a woman, if she didn't want you she didn't want you, period. But he'd never met anyone like Lilith before, someone that even cared about the scum of earth and she was worth fighting for. A cold fury settled over Lestrange, this wasn't over.

Fenrir shifted back into human form and took a deep steadying breath, this wasn't going to be easy. How was he willingly going to get her to come with them? The answer was simple, he wouldn't. Lilith was staring up at him with a confused, woozy gaze and it tugged at heartstrings he hadn't known he'd had. Though it pained him, he knew he'd have to cast something to get her to leave with them. Fuck, he would have a shit load of apologizing to do later.

One moment Lilith was lying on the freezing cold stone floor, her body unseemingly exhausted and jello-like, Fenrir staring down at her with a sad smile. And the next he muttered a few words, waved his wand and she felt a sharp zing shoot through her body. Then she was up and excited, her body light and anxious to move. Lilith had no idea what was going on but she was unbelievably thrilled to do whatever it was they were doing. She took Fenrir's proffered hand and he led her from the cell.

"What are we doing?" the witch questioned as he led her from cell to cell unlocking each door and freeing its occupant.

They all looked so happy as they emerged with excited cheers and 'thank gods' and it warmed her heart. Clearly whatever they were doing was going to be super fun.

"We're escaping Lilith." Fenrir calmly replied, his mind working overtime as he plotted their next move.

"Oh my god, we're escaping?" she smiled happily, not understanding the strange looks the men were giving her. Were they not excited? "This is so fun! I have always wanted to escape!"

Lilith skipped along beside the wolf as the men gathered at the door to the stairwell, all of them suddenly looking very serious. She gave Rabastan a frowny face to counteract his own but it didn't work, his face remained dark, his lips pursed. The witch turned to Thor instead who chuckled at her exuberance, though he quickly turned serious which disappointed her..

"What's the plan?" Thorfinn asked, looking around at the other DeathEaters. His heart was thumping madly, what came next would determine their future and there was no going back. But he was ready for anything, no one and nothing would stand between him and the free world.

"We need to get our hands on some more wands." Lucius mused.

His eyes shifted to his son who looked impossibly paler than usual and nervous. Though his hands were clasped behind his back Lucius knew they were fidgeting incessantly. He gave Draco a firm nod, silently telling him that all was well.

"Little one, what floor are the offices on?" Antonin demanded.

"This is the best game ever." Lilith gushed, squeezing Fenrir's much larger hand.

She decided she liked his hand, it was rough and warm and engulfed her own. She wondered for a moment if his arms were just a nice. Antonin smiled reluctantly in return, holding back an eye roll.

"Focus now, hmmm? What floor is your office on?"

"On the first floor silly."

He nodded and turned his attention back to his peers.

"So we raid the first floor." Rodolphus verbalized his thoughts and nodded in agreement. "Prolly only two of us should go. If they can sneak in and out without alerting anyone we'll be golden."

"Right." Antonin said firmly, his brain combing through all of the information he'd collected over the years about the building itself. "Thorfinn and I will go. We'll disillusion ourselves but just in case things go wrong we're the best at curses."

"Can I go too?" Lilith begged, her eyes lighting up. It sounded like so much fun and she really wanted her wand.

Fenrir smiled down at his mate and gently cupped her chin.

"No love, you're going to stay with me." Lilith pouted up at him and he fought the urge to grab the witch and kiss her breathless. "We're going to play a different game in the stairwell."

Immediately she perked up.

"What game?" she demanded, bouncing a little with excitement.

"The quiet game." Rodolphus growled in annoyance, huffing at the death glares he received from the others.

Lilith however wasn't put out by his attitude, what the fuck spell had Fenrir used on her? He needed to know so that he could never use it, ever.

"I dunno if I can do that." she mused, biting her lip. "But I'll try...if you play too."

Rod rolled his eyes dramatically and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Gladly."

"So we've got wands, what happens next? We can't just waltz out the front doors." Thorfinn asked no one in particular, stroking his wild beard. Gods he hated having a beard, especially such a long one.

Antonin was proud, every conversation and snippets of comments he'd filed away were finally coming in handy. Beside him the medi-witch was pursing her lips and smiling with the effort it was taking to remain quiet. He needed to learn this spell, it could come in very handy later on.

"Below Azkaban lies a very old tunnel from when the place was originally built as a manor home. There's no telling what condition it's in but there's no way for us to sneak onto the ship, if it's even here today. I think that's our best chance of escape."

"Oh my god, so spooky!" Lilith burst out, before covering her mouth with a little giggle.

Rodolphus won that round but she'd keep trying.

"How do you know that?" Lucius cast a suspicious glance in his direction.

"Because I listen and gather, rather than give all the information away." he snipped, meeting Malfoy's stare unblinkingly.

He hadn't known what to think of Lucius spilling their plan to Nagini at first but soon came to the verdict that the man couldn't be trusted. He would probably turn on them to save or even just to further his own ass. Antonin valued loyalty, it was remembered and returned, the difference between life and death sometimes. It was especially important after all the DeathEaters had been through together, almost required for the road ahead, but Malfoy's loyalty was only to himself.

Lucius sneered in reply. He'd known the others wouldn't appreciate what he'd done but he couldn't have cared less. He'd made sure that the dark lord wouldn't forget them, gave him reason to free them sooner rather than later. Most importantly for he and his son, he'd made it sound like his idea.

"Enough."

Fenrir growled, before the situation could escalate any further. They needed to have cool heads and work together if they were going to escape Azkaban, which he and Lilith would even if he had to carry everyone.