Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. Rabastan pulled his ear back from the door and the chaos whirlwinding behind it. Yep, his angel had most definitely been this way. Not surprisingly he had no idea what ninety-nine percent of Azkaban looked like, after being led up one staircase years earlier and straight to his cell. The only time he'd left the floor - ever - was being apparated to the infirmary. How in the fuck then was he going to find the others?

"You lost her."

Rabastan turned slowly to face the hulking werewolf wearing a face equally dark and angry as his own.

"If you hadn't turned her into a bubble brained little girl she wouldn't have wandered off."

"We'll argue this out later." Fenrir growled, and began stretching his long limbs. "I'll create a distraction, you get a wand and then we'll go after her together."

For Lestrange it wasn't even a question where pride was concerned, he would swallow it. Without a wand or Fenrir's brute strength and sense of smell he wasn't going to get far and they both knew it.

"Whenever you're ready then." he put an adrenaline shaky hand to the door.

Fenrir snorted contemptuously at Lestrange's nervousness, coward. His eyes glazed over in yellow, just a heartbeat before his body followed with its wolf form. When he nodded that he was ready Rabastan threw open the door and unleashed hell into the maelstrom. He crouched in the open doorway as the wolf scrambled into the open creating an immediate stir. There were dozens of bodies milling around, medi-witches, guards in dark robes but not a one of them was prepared for Fenrir Greyback. He immediately swerved to the right towards a young looking witch, causing a guard to run in her direction, however Fenrir feinted at the last moment and curved to the left before he could even cast a spell. Directly ahead of him were two more witches, one slumped on the floor and the other leaning over and tending to her. With a growl Fenrir ran straight for and then leapt over the pair, just high enough that his tail whipped the upright woman's face on the landing. Instantly the wolf spun around, paws scrabbling for just a moment before gaining purchase. He charged for the guard closest to the door, his yellow eyes narrowing in on the man's widened blue ones as he tackled him without an ounce of restraint.

Rabastan winced when the guard, with all four paws of the wolf riding his chest, collided with the wall head first. Without a moment's hesitation though he snatched the wand up and burst into the hall casting petrificus totalus as fast as he could, wand aimed this way and that like some muggle gunslinger. When everyone was down he followed the wolf's point towards the corridor ahead.

Five, by his count five fucking guards were behind them, not counting the one that Lilith had taken out, which would likely be back on his feet soon. By Thorfinn's count they were outnumbered, especially when it came to wands. The corridor curved to the right and then abruptly to the left and instead of wrapping around or ending in a stairwell it came to a complete stop at a set of clear double doors. Just when he'd thought they couldn't get any more fucked.

"Fight or keep running?" Thorfinn urgently demanded as the trio skidded to a halt.

Gods only knew how many other guards were waiting out there. Each avenue had its own set of you're going straight back into your fucking cell problems.

Dolohov's eyes darted back and forth in indecision, his visage showing the first signs of doubt. Not much in life scared the DeathEater but prison was its own type of hell that he actually dreaded returning to.

"We fight, we have no idea what's waiting outside." he sighed heavily and turned to his companions. "Protego." he cast on each of them in turn with a sort of finality.

They could hear the footsteps of the guards echoing in the hall, slower now, more cautious knowing what lie ahead. Though they only had two wands they were accomplished DeathEaters and countless had fallen before them.

"Behind me." Thorfinn demanded, yanking Lilith's arm roughly and pushing her behind him. "And gimmie that wand." though he plucked it from her hand before she could even protest.

"Watch the door Lilith." Antonin instructed her, squeezing her hand gently with his free one. "It's no fun if we don't know who's coming, right?"

"Right." but her voice was uncertain and a little shaky.

"Protego diabolica." Thorfinn swirled his wand and a black circle of fire began rotating around them just as the first guard rounded the corner.

Lilith flattened herself against Thorfinn's back allowing his much larger outline to swallow her own, eyes watching the door intently. Behind her the DeathEaters began casting spell after spell and everyone was yelling and suddenly it didn't seem like much fun anymore. Everyone was hurting each other, they weren't just sending out harmless spouts of water or doing cute little tricks, people were going to die.

"Lil, are you hurt?" Thorfinn called over his shoulder when she slumped to the floor, her back to his legs, and drew her knees up to her chest.

She closed her eyes against the ever revolving circle of black fire around them, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lilith just wanted to go home, the details of which she couldn't even remember, and she didn't want anyone to die. The witch covered her face, sobbing now, having never been so scared in her entire life.

Lilith just kept thinking of home and it kept coming up as a blank and the more it evaded her the more she wanted to picture home. Fuck her head was hurting so badly there were stars behind her eyes. The air hung thick with the horrible sounds of people crying out in pain and frustration and bits of wall were raining down on her again and it was just too much. Lilith squeezed her head between her hands concentrating as hard as she could through the pain. Home, home, where was home? It was suddenly more important than anything, she needed to know. There was a flash behind her eyes and a stab of pain that made her cry out and then just as quickly as the headache had come on, it was gone and home was back.

"Little one, are you alright?" Antonin asked, voice sounding strained.

"Ow, fuck!" Thorfinn cursed, when fiendfyre broke through the protego and burnt a trail right through the beard adorning his cheek.

Lilith shook her head, though neither man could see her. No, she didn't feel alright, she was feeling very odd. It began deep in her belly, like a stomach ache and seemed to move outward from there. As her body began pulsing with energy all Lilith could think of was how badly she wanted it all to stop. All the chaos, all the yelling, no more. Within moments the energy had reached every crevice and extremity of her body, her fingers tingling the sensitive skin of her face. Overwhelmed, Lilith leapt to her feet and spun around.

"Stop!" she screamed, shoving her way past the DeathEaters.

And then blessed silence.

Thorfinn and Antonin froze for a long moment staring at the scene before them in amazement, eyes then moving to the witch who'd ended the madness with one word. Slowly, almost frightened to touch the witch, Antonin put his hand on Lilith's arm.

"Little one?" he could feel the power thrumming off her body, the same sort of power that he'd felt surge from her hands in his cell that once. "Are you well?"

The medi-witch whirled around, batting his hand away.

"How did I get here?" she demanded, eyes darting around as if she'd never seen the likes of the place before.