Chapter 5
Azkaban
It was always storming around the isolated island of Azkaban. Despite the fact that it was a clear night above Hogwarts, above Azkaban it was storming heavily, waves crashing violently against the rocky shore. Harry and Voldemort appeared inside the bottom floor of Azkaban, stepping through the darkness. It was a small room they walked into, a reception area with an empty fireplace and no door leading outside. From through the walls, Harry could hear rain pounding on the prison. He felt an uneasy dread in his stomach as he glanced at the handsome face of Voldemort. "Look carefully Harry as we walk through the prison," Voldemort said. "One misstep, one bad move and these walls will be your home for the rest of eternity."
"Yes, Father," Harry said.
To their right was a large archway with unlit torches on either side. It was freezing, colder than Harry have ever felt, and as they walked towards the arch every happy memory and thought started to seep from his mind. Out of instinct, Harry pulled his wand out only for Voldemort to grab his wrist. "And what are you thinking?" Voldemort asked.
"There are Dementors here," Harry said.
"Exactly… Dementors, our natural allies," Voldemort smirked. "It would be bad to scare them away; they would think that we do not trust them."
Harry stared at Voldemort. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't he feel the coldness? The dreadfulness seeping inside him? Of course not, Harry thought, he's a monster. Harry sighed and Voldemort let go of his wrist. Harry pocketed his wand and wrapped his arms around himself, doing his best to keep warm. He concentrated on his friends, on Draco, and did his best to hold only any happiness he could as he followed the Dark Lord. The prison was constructed so that there was one staircase that spiraled endlessly in the center of the prison. On every floor there was one door, from which you can enter the prison levels which held the criminals in their small cells. Voldemort explained to Harry that dementors are more prevalent higher up as that was where they held the worst of the prisoners, "So that if they somehow found a way out of their window… they would have a long fall down," Voldemort chuckled with a sadistic glee.
Harry frowned and inhaled deeply as for a moment his thoughts moved to him falling out of one of the windows before switching back to a private moment between him and Draco. Voldemort led Harry to the stone staircase, and they started to climb it. With each step, it seemed to grow only colder and Harry had to huddle closer to himself while the Dark Lord moved undeterred. The storm started to dull as a new sound begin to rise. From the lower levels, Harry could hear a mixture of screaming and snoring. He couldn't hear exactly what the prisoners were yelling, but as they reached the landings for each floor, Harry couldn't help but try and keep as far away from the heavy wooden doors. Voldemort did not stop at these early doors. Instead, he continued to climb higher and higher, and the air and tension around them became colder and colder until even Harry's thoughts began to freeze. A depressing, melancholic chill blowing through him. His thoughts of Draco, of his friends, started to break away as they turned a corner, and Harry saw them.
Black tattered robes covered their bodies. Spectral in form, their hands, when they are stretched out of the robes, remind Harry of rotting flesh and bone and a hollow rattling came from what was presumed their mouth. Harry stopped. He started to feel faint, and in the back of his mind he could hear his mother screaming for him. Once more he grabbed for his wand only for Voldemort to shove him violently against the wall. "Idiot boy!" he snarled.
The two got the dementors' attention. Still holding Harry to the wall, Voldemort turned to the dark creatures. "Dementors, you know who I am. We are common allies of the Dark Side, move aside and allow me passage to my followers. We have our agreements."
Harry felt a mixture of frozen and physical pain. His mother was screaming inside his mind. He started to feel faint. He needed to reach for his wand. He needed to think of something, anything good. But it was impossible. He was surrounded by monsters. The dementors stared then slowly drifted away, taking the worst of the cold with them as they went to torture some poor prisoner.
He looked to Voldemort, who already continued to climb the stairs. He led Harry to the top two floors. They stopped at an old iron door that creaked noisily as Voldemort pushed it open. The two walked through, and Harry grimaced as he looked around. It was a dark place with only a few torches lighting the dark stone corridors that seemed to go on forever to Harry's left and right. The cells around him had heavy iron bars and a small slit for a window, through which thunder roared and lightning struck. The lightning illuminated the cells, revealing its prisoners for only brief moments. But it was all Harry needed to have fear consume him.
They looked like empty shells. Empty emancipated shells with haggard long faces, caved in cheeks and matted, dirty hair. There was a man standing directly before them. His eyes looked bulged out, empty of emotions except for a pained look of fear. The end of Voldemort's wand lit and he led Harry to the man. The man winced at the light before his bulged out eyes stared and focused on the Dark Lord. They widened, his cheeks stretched as a hopeful look forced itself through the empty shell. "My Lord?"
Voldemort smirked down at the man. "Yes, Travers, it is me," the Dark Lord said. He looked back at Harry, "Do you know who this man is?"
Harry shook his head.
"My Lord…."
Voldemort ignored Travers as man stretched out a long boney arm.
"This man, Harry, was an important follower of mine, he has killed many in my name," Voldemort said. Harry suddenly remembered that he has indeed heard of Travers before. He looked at the man and frowned.
"You were one of the Death Eaters who Karkaroff named," he said.
"That traitor!" Travers snarled. "My lord, please, if you will let me out and I will help you—I have only done all to please your will."
"Indeed, you were useful in the war before," the Dark Lord said, "and you may have use now… if not just fodder." He glanced over to Harry as he said that. "This man has killed and will kill again," he said. "You will let him out or… will you add him to your darling list, my son?"
Harry bit his lower lip as he looked between the two. It would be better, so much better, with Travers dead. However deep down he knew that he could not kill him, not now. This place felt like a great dampener… every emotion inside him, even his anger, felt restricted, smothered by a great depression that filled his soul. Voldemort saw his inner torment and laughed.
The Dark Lord moved on, Travers reaching out and begging for him to return. Harry gave the man one last glance before following him. They moved down a couple cells before stopping in front of another man. He looked similar to the first, but his eyes looked different. They looked angry instead of Travers' glossy hopelessness. He recognized the Dark Lord immediately. "My Lord," he said, getting to this hands and knees, bowing.
"Lestrange," Voldemort said. "Rodolphus Lestrange." He glanced at Harry, "He along with his wife and brother were very loyal servants. One of their more shining moments is when they both driven two members of the Order insane from torture…" A sadistic glee took over Voldemort. "I am sure you know of them… The Longbottoms."
Harry felt his breath leave his body. He stared at Lestrange, and he felt a small fire burning inside him despite the depressing numbness. His hand twitched and started for his pocket. Voldemort saw this and continued, "Tortured both hours on end… first as interrogation, then it turned into pleasure… in fact, it was a little after I've attacked you, Harry. They missed their Lord and they wanted to find me… even if it means making your friend's parents insane."
Harry's hand was in his pocket, he was slowly pulling out his wand. "However… you will not kill them," Voldemort said. "The Lestranges are useful to me… and you would not like the consequences if they end up dead, Harry."
Harry did not feel afraid, strangely enough. He just looked at the Dark Lord, their eyes meeting. "What if they die from a cold, father?" he asked, glancing back at Lestrange. "They all look deathly ill. Surely you will not punish me for natural causes?"
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "It would be a shock if they died from natural causes," he said, "along with being highly suspicious."
"My Lord… your son?" Lestrange said, looking between the two of them.
"Yes Rodolphus, rejoice, for not only am I gifting you freedom, but also my heir…" Voldemort smirked. "He is rebellious, but I am sure you and your brother will set him straight… and if not, then we will have Bellatrix on him. Speaking of…" Voldemort continued down the corridor, Harry following him quietly. They stopped five cells down, where a woman was. She looked to Harry madness personified with her long hair, and eyes that never lost any anger. She looked like herself, far from the shell that Travers was. "Here she is… my most loyal of subjects," Voldemort said.
"My Lord!" the woman gasped. "Could it be…" She rushed from her corner to the cell door, getting on her knees. Voldemort stretched his hand through the bars, and she kissed it with revere. Voldemort smirked at the display of deep respect.
"Bellatrix, my most loyal follower," Voldemort said.
"I knew you would come my Lord, I just knew… I never gave up my loyalty to you," Bellatrix Lestrange said.
"I know, and because of your loyalty, I am here to free you all," Voldemort said. He turned to Harry. "You will free them, Harry."
"Harry…Harry—" Lestrange looked from Voldemort to Harry, her eyes growing large as she spied the scar on his forehead. "Harry Potter! My Lord—"
"Yes… it seems that you have missed quite a bit, Bellatrix," Voldemort said. Harry looked between the two of them. He seemed to treat Bellatrix differently than all the others. He was kinder, as kind a monster can be, gentler… and the way she looked at him. Harry's stomach rolled. "Potter is no longer a problem," Voldemort said. "Quite the opposite in fact… for he is now my son and heir… as well as your nephew-in-law."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Bellatrix, that your family and mine are now forever interlinked with the marriage of my son Harry, who carries my blood, and your nephew Draco. It is a shame that my son plays the role of wife… but still I am sure that he will be a strong wife, just as his Aunt Bellatrix."
"Auntie Bellatrix," Lestrange repeated. A cruel smile curled on her face before she started to laugh. "Auntie Bellatrix! You hear that boy? I'm now your Auntie, Potter!" She laughed some more as Harry felt his stomach roll again. He did not want this woman out of her cell, far from it.
"Yes, so be a good nephew, Harry, and let your Aunt out of her prison," Voldemort said with some mirth. He handed Harry his wand. Harry took it and could feel the hatred flowing from the wand. He glanced up at Voldemort. He possessed me to kill Nott Snr. … but I have to free his followers voluntarily. I could kill them… so much hate, I can feel it. He pointed the wand at Bellatrix Lestrange. So much power and hatred. I can feel it inside me. Is it the Horcrux inside me?
"You know the words Harry…" Voldemort hissed in his ear. Harry did not hear him come close. "You have the power. Say it…"
I do have the power, Harry thought. I have the power to do whatever I want. I can force this wand to do anything… I can kill his followers. He kept the wand trained on Lestrange. He opened his mouth just a picture of Draco flashed through his mind. Patience, Harry thought. His wrist flicked slightly away. "Bombarda Maxima!"
The walls of Azkaban shook and began to break apart. Bellatrix's cell was now completely free to the elements. Thunder and rain rushed in as the ceiling and outside walls crumbled around the top floor. Harry gave the wand back to Voldemort and turned to leave. Voldemort was silent but Harry knew he was staring at him as Bellatrix laughed. "Thank you nephew Potter!" she laughed, "Such a good boy for Auntie!"
Harry closed the iron door and ran, disappearing into the darkest shadow he can find… and appearing in an unfamiliar dormitory.
The boys in the dormitory were sleeping, all the beds taken. Harry ignored them all except for one where a teen with platinum blonde hair laid. "Draco," he said, rushing to his love. A light was turned on. The others rose groggily to see Harry standing by Draco's bed.
"Harry… how did you get in?" Draco yawned.
"That doesn't matter, I need to ask you quickly, it's important," Harry said. "Will there be more than enough?"
"What do you—"
"Will there be more than enough? Incase we need more than sixteen…" Harry said.
"Yeah there should be… why?" Draco asked. "Did something happened?"
Harry glanced back to see Blaise and Theo staring at the two of them, confused. "Father took me… and together we broke his followers out of Azkaban," he said. "Including Bellatrix Lestrange."
Draco frowned, "That is far from good," he said. "But there is nothing we can do now. The potion still needs about two weeks."
"Would that be enough time for them to recover from being surrounded by Dementors?" Harry asked. "It was horrible there Draco, it took everything I had not to summon my Patronus."
"Why didn't you summon it?" Draco asked.
"He threatened me," Harry said. Draco sat up. "What do you mean?"
"He said that it wouldn't be good if the Lestranges die… good for either of us," Harry whispered, leaning forward so Blaise and Theo couldn't hear. "I destroyed the ceiling and top part of the jail."
Draco looked lost in thought for a moment. Harry bit his lip worryingly as the only sound in the room was their breathing, and Crabbe and Goyle's snoring. Draco slipped out of his bed and hooked his arm around Harry's waist. "Come with your husband, babe," he ordered. Harry nodded and they both stood up.
"I'm sleeping with my husband tonight," he told Blaise and Theo, "don't worry."
The two shrugged and returned to bed. Draco led Harry out of the Slytherin Dormitory and through the common room into the dungeon. It was dark out, not even the prefects were outside patrolling the corridors. Harry and Draco made their way to the seventh floor, going towards the Room of Requirement. "I want us to be alone," Draco said. The door appeared, and Draco carried Harry inside.
The Strangler was brewing in the middle of the room. The packages were on the shelves as Draco left them, as was the blackboard. However, the room looked bigger, a bed tucked away in a corner. Harry immediately went to the cauldron and looked inside to the potion. It had a sickly green color and was odorless. Draco followed him before patting his back, "I want to try something," he said. "I got you some special… toys in order to prepare you for me."
"Toys?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded. "I thought it would be good to distract you from what happened. I was going to show you tomorrow, but we can at least look at what I got for you tonight, Harry." He escorted Harry to the bed and have him sit down. Draco went to the shelf and took down the bag before joining Harry.
"The first is special underwear," Draco said, pulling out the pair of leather panties. On the inside, where Harry's butt would be, was a thick, but small, plug. "I want you to wear this whenever you can, boy," he said, taking an authoritative tone. "My cock is much larger, you know, but this will be a start."
Harry had a small blush and took the panties from Draco. "I talked with the shopkeeper when I brought it," Draco continued, "you do not need to worry about any bodily extracts. Powerful charms are placed on this to keep you clean, babe." Harry sighed in relief. He glanced at Draco and pushed his shoes off with his feet.
"Can I wear this now, Sir?" he asked.
"No boy," Draco said. "This is for daywear. I want this in your pretty hole while we're at classes. And when classes are done… you can practice with this." He pulled out a dildo that was just a little smaller than his cock. Harry took it and examined it. "I still want you to be tight, naturally," Draco smirked, "I also got one that's thicker than my arm, but we can talk about that stuff later."
Harry chuckled and waved the dildo in front of Draco, "Trying to tell me something, husband?" he said, happy that he can actually smile after the night's events.
"Yes, my dear husband, I'm turning that hole of yours into a proper pussy," Draco said, "how else will you carry our kids?"
"With my arms of course," Harry said. He placed both back in the bag and laid down. "I needed this," he sighed. "I just… it was hard in there."
"I can imagine," Draco said, joining Harry on the bed. "Dementors everywhere, along with my Aunt…"
Harry gave a chuckle. "It was only because of you that I didn't go mad," he said. "I kept thinking of you, and my friends, but mostly you."
Draco smiled at that and kissed Harry. "I'm glad that the thought of me can fight even the Dementors," he said. "But for now I think we both just need to sleep."
"Yeah," Harry yawned. "We have a lot to do… poisoning the Death Eaters, dealing with my father… not to mention Umbridge."
Draco barked out a laugh, "We going to poison Umbridge now?"
"Who knows, maybe," Harry shrugged. "But if she becomes annoying it can happen…" Draco chuckled.
"What a cute serial killer you will be," he joked. Harry laughed and they both took off their robes and clothes before getting under the covers, sleeping in each other's embrace.
