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Chapter 29: The Siege of Azkaban

"Obviously, you were not able to retrieve her, Rockwood."

"No, I am sorry, my Lord." Arnold said.

"She was too smart for you." Voldemort said, sneering.

They were in an office, Voldemort sitting in an armchair, looking down with disgust at Arnold Rockwood, who knelt in front of him. Rockwood remain silent, his head bowed down. Voldemort could sense his fear.

"No matter, your little stunt has landed her in Azkaban." Voldemort said, rising from the armchair and moving behind a desk, shuffling through pieces of parchment. "Rise."

Arnold Rockwood stood up, looking straight at the Dark Lord, wondering what the punishment of his failure would be this time.

"I will spare you the punishment, Rockwood." Voldemort said, reading his mind. Rockwood shivered.

"What will we do now, my Lord?" Rockwood asked.

"Why, we're going to go and pay my daughter a little visit in Azkaban." Voldemort said, smirking. "Leave."

Rockwood bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. Voldemort looked out the window and into the full moon. No one can save you now Jesabelle, he thought, not even Harry Potter.

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Harry shot up, looking around. He was in the Gryffindor Boys' Dorm. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, as cold sweat ran down his back. It all seemed so real. That means, Voldemort is going to go to Azkaban, he was going to get Jesabelle.

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Jesabelle sat in the same corner, rocking back and forth, her face stained with the tears she cried, her eyes red from the strain. The night was rolling on slowly; it was like the entire island was bewitched to only remain within the time of night. She shivered. It was so cold. The chill stung her skin, and her hands were numb. She had only been there for a few hours, and she was already beginning to lose her mind. She was already losing the fight of staying awake. She was afraid to fall asleep, for her nightmares could come back to her, more real that before.

She sniffed. God, she was in a tight spot. She was surprised the Ministry didn't kill her. Why waste your time sending me to Azkaban and keeping me alive, when you could just kill me and get it over with, she thought. One less person to feed around here, if we ever get fed at all.

She threw her head back and sighed heavily. Then, she heard shuffling. There was something going on. The Dementors were quickly gliding past her cell door. What's going on, she thought.

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Voldemort and thirty-five Death Eaters arrived at the shores of Azkaban, steadying themselves on their boats.

"My Lord." A voice said form the mist.

Voldemort stepped off the boat, the Death Eaters following.

"Show yourself." Voldemort commanded.

The mist cleared and John stood before them.

"Welcome to Azkaban, my Lord." John said.

"Good work." Voldemort replied, following as John led the way towards the stone doors.

John opened them and stepped aside, as Voldemort swept past him, walking into the office, the Death Eaters following closely behind.

Voldemort stepped into the office and turned towards John.

"Where is your counter-part?" Voldemort asked.

"He is asleep in that room over there." John said, pointing towards a door to their right.

Voldemort nodded. "Everything going as planned?" he asked.

"Yes, my Lord." John answered.

Just then, the door John pointed to earlier opened, and the other Ministry official stepped out, looking gloomy. Realizing the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, the official bolted towards the door, and opening it.

"Crucio!" Voldemort said, his wand outstretched.

The man fell to the ground, twitching and screaming, the Death Eaters' laughs filling the air.

"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said, almost bored. The flash of green light came and went, and the official's body jerked and lay, unmoving.

"Get rid of the body." Voldemort said.

Instantly, a Death Eater picked up the body.

"Wait." Voldemort said. "I have a better use for it."

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Jesabelle stood up quickly. She heard screams. She was walking up towards the square hole with bars at the door of her cell when she saw a flash of green light, and heard the wicked laughter.

She went pale. No, she thought. Yes, he was here. Voldemort was here. Her father had come back for her.

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"Where is my daughter?" Voldemort asked, turning towards John.

"Second floor, cell 5263." John said.

"All right, the rest of you, get to work. I want every person in this prison released. If you get to my daughter before I do, leave her be. I will speak with her myself." Voldemort said. The Death Eaters nodded and walked through the opened door. Soon, sounds could be heard of cells being opened and men stepping out, greeting the others.

"Where are the Dementors?" Voldemort asked.

"They are in the Meeting Room, just like you asked, waiting for your orders." John said.

"Tell them I will speak with them later." Voldemort said, his eyes skittering around. "First things' first. I want to speak with Jesabelle."

"Of course." John said, exiting the room, Voldemort following.

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Jesabelle's eyes widened as she backed herself against the wall. So it really has begun. Her father was taking over Azkaban. Death Eaters ran by her cell, not giving her a second glance. He's probably going to speak with me himself.

A few minutes later, the activity outside died down, and soon, there were no more Death Eaters passing by her door. She exhaled, not realizing she had held her breath. Suddenly, she heard clicking sounds coming from her cell. She felt panic rush through her veins. This is it, she thought. Keep your composure Jesabelle, she thought. Do not break down; do not let him manipulate you.

The clicking stopped, and the cell door swung open. To Jesabelle's terror, Voldemort stepped into the cell, his lips curling up, an evil grin splashing across his face.

She was surprised, however, to see that his skin was not as pale as she remembered and hair was beginning to grow on his head. But, everything else remained the same, the red eyes, the nose, and the cold chills she got every time she looked him in the eye.

"Hello child." Voldemort said, as the cell door closed behind him.

"Voldemort." Jesabelle replied, her voice iced with hatred.

Voldemort paused, as if waiting for something.

"Will you not bow to your Lord?" Voldemort asked, knowing the answer.

"I would rather not waste my time." Jesabelle said, keeping the same icy tone.

"You're still as stubborn as I remember, Jesabelle." Voldemort said. "Either that or still just as stupid as I remember."

Jesabelle flinched slightly at his remark, doing her best to keep her face neutral.

"You're fighting a losing battle." Voldemort said, his voice inside her head.

Her eyes widened, and she grasped her head.

"Stay out of my head!" she screamed. Do not let him manipulate you, she thought, don't let him in.

She heard whispers, screams, cold laughter, all at once. She was getting dizzy now.

"I can smell your fear, and it disgusts me." Voldemort said, still manipulating Jesabelle's mind.

"NO!" Jesabelle screamed, still clutching her head. "What do you want from me?"

"You are essential to my plan." Voldemort said, his voice returning to reality. She could still hear the whispers.

She screamed, clutching her head. Her Dark Mark burned, as did her brand. The wounds she endured from the repellant were reopening again, becoming even deeper. She screamed again.

"Why do you continue to fight Jesabelle?" Voldemort asked, inside her head.

"NO! Stay out of my head!" Jesabelle yelled, gritting her teeth. The pain of her mark, the brand, and wounds was becoming unbearable. She felt blood run down her arms as her mark and brand began to bleed. She dropped on her knees, tossing and turning her head, in an attempt to shake the voice away from her thoughts.

"I can bring your mother back, don't you want that?" he asked.

"NO! I will not be a slave to your lies!" Jesabelle yelled. "What do you want from me?" she screamed again.

"You will ensure my uprising Jesabelle." Voldemort said, inside her mind.

"NO!" Jesabelle said. "I will not let you use me against Harry again!"

Voldemort laughed, its chilling effect icing down to Jesabelle's core. Flashes of memories better forgotten raced through her mind. The night her father first returned to power in Harry's fourth year. Harry suffering on that tombstone. She remembered the torture she was put through under her father's watchful eye, the night her mother died. Her facial expression never leaving her as she saw her dead body before her again, as if it was brought here for real, and not sitting in its grave.

She saw the nightmare she had. She relived the night Draco broke up with her, saw him and Pansy together, felt the old heart ache of that night. She saw the look on Harry's face as he deserted her after finding out she was a Death Eater.

"I don't want Death Eater filth rotting my hands." Harry had said viciously that night.

She remembered the night she first met her father. She saw Harry being killed by the basilisk, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville's bodies strewn all over the floor.

She heard Voldemort's cold laughter again. It was consuming her now, but this time, she couldn't escape.

"NOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle screamed, falling to the ground, curled up in a ball, her back facing him. She sobbed, her body shaking.

The noises subsided, her mind was clear, the pain had stopped.

Voldemort smirked at the crying figure before him. But then, his expression went soft. His eyes cleared slightly and he looked around, as if lost, bewildered. Then, his eyes fell upon Jesabelle.

"Child." Voldemort said, softly, almost warmly. "Child, why are you crying?" he asked, extending her hand out towards her.

Jesabelle twitched slightly. "Get away from me!" she screamed.

Voldemort pulled back, but then, his old self returned. Realizing what had just happened, he pasted on his evil expression and left the cell without another word, slamming the door behind him.

"You!" he said, pointing at one of the Death Eaters standing by, the others had long gone. "Stand guard by this door. No one goes in without my leave."

The Death Eater nodded, positioning himself outside of Jesabelle's door, her sobs still heard from the inside.

Voldemort nodded and walked down the hallway, leaving the Death Eater alone with his job.

When Voldemort was out of sight, the masked Death Eater turned around and looked inside Jesabelle's cell.

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Jesabelle continued to cry, feeling numb to the pain of her physical wounds. It was the emotional ones that were slowly eating her away. The memories that flashed through her mind when her father was in the cell were memories that she wanted to forget, and just in a matter of seconds, it all came back to her. She was still crying, not moving.

"Oh Draco," she whispered. "I need you."

She continued crying, unaware that the Death Eater keeping guard was watching her, his silvery eyes filling with tears.

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Kingsley Shacklebolt stretched as he walked out of the elevator. It was already four in the morning, and he didn't get a wink of sleep. He had spent the entire night trying to think of ways to help Jesabelle in her hearing. He was walking by the fountain, rubbing his eyes, when he realized that something was floating in the water.

Cautiously, he removed his wand from his robe and slowly approached the fountain. He realized it was a body, turning it over quickly, in case the person was still alive. His eyes widened. It was one of the Ministry officials who worked in Azkaban. He quickly pulled him out of the water, and checked his heart and pulse. Finding he was dead, he ripped open his T- shirt, his eyes widening even more. There, upon his chest, the Dark Mark was carved into his skin. It burned black, catching Shacklebolt by surprise.

Not wasting any time, Shacklebolt leapt up, apparating to Fudge's home. Surprisingly, Fudge was not asleep. Shacklebolt found him in his study.

"Shacklebolt!" fudge said, surprised. Seeing his face, Fudge became concerned. "What is the matter?"

"It's V-Vo-V-Voldemort." Shacklebolt said, stuttering.

Fudge rose from his desk, going pale.

"He's in Azkaban, Minister." Shacklebolt continued. "The Dark Lord has taken over Azkaban."

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Harry and the others raced down the Great Hall, meeting Luna at its door. It was seven in morning and most of the students weren't up yet. They came in just as the owl delivering the Daily Prophet swooped in. Hermione paid the owl hurriedly and opened the paper, scanning the font page. She paled.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

Hermione was silent for a moment, and then softly said, "Voldemort had taken over Azkaban."

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Dark Lord Takes Over Wizard Prison

The Dark Lord takes yet another step at wizard and muggle domination. Last night, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named took over the wizard prison Azkaban which resides on an island not too far off the coast of England.

Officials still do not know for sure how the Dark Lord was able to infiltrate the prison, but some believe that the Dementors allied themselves with him. His take over resulted in the death of a Ministry worker who was one of two who worked at the prison. His body was found at the Ministry of Magic, the Dark Mark carved into the skin of the man's chest.

The public is beside themselves with panic, blaming Fudge for the sudden uproar and turn of events. The public questions Fudge's judgment, wondering if he really knows what he is doing.

"Please remain calm." Fudge said in a private meeting with the board. "We are taking control of the situation. We are currently working on sending a team to handle V-V-V-Vo-Voldemort's forces. For now, we advise everyone to remain in their homes until professionals are sent to their areas to give further instructions. Until then, be on you best guard."

More information is still yet to be gathered. We will keep the public posted for any new developments.

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Dumbledore put the Daily Prophet down after reading it. Harry and the others burst into his office.

"Headmaster!" Harry said. "We have to help her!"

Dumbledore rose from his seat just as McGonagall, Trelawney, Tonks, and even Snape, burst in as well.

"We just read the paper." McGonagall said, slightly out of breath.

"We have to help her!" Harry yelled. "There must be something we can do!"

Dumbledore nodded and Snape closed the door, muttering a silencing charm over it so snoopers wouldn't be able to eavesdrop.

"Calm down Harry!" McGonagall said. "We're all as worried as you are."

Ron, Ginny, Neville, Hermione, and Luna looked at Snape, silently disagreeing with what McGonagall had said.

"Wait." Luna said, turning to Snape. "You work undercover for us, don't you? You would have known about this."

"She's right!" Ginny said, turning to looks at Dumbledore. "You all must have known about this!"

"You have to understand, Ms. Lovegood that Serverus didn't know about this." Tonks said. "Not entirely anyway."

"I knew he was going to try and take over Azkaban, but I didn't know when, let alone think that Jesabelle could be caught and sent there by the Ministry." Snape said, and for the first time in all over their lives, they could sense that Snape wasn't using his icy tone. No, he sounded concerned, almost scared for Jesabelle's life.

"I have already contacted the Order to get working on the situation." Dumbledore said.

Harry and the others exhaled heavily.

"Have a seat, all of you." Dumbledore said, gesturing towards the armchairs around his desk.

Everyone sat in a chair except for Harry and the teachers.

"What are we going to do Professor?" Ron asked.

"We don't know yet." Dumbledore said. "We don't know how many Death Eaters are there. We don't know how the defenses are being kept, let alone where exactly Jesabelle is inside the prison itself."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh God." He whispered, leaning against he wall, hands in his face. The others rose. Harry began sobbing quietly. "It's all my fault." He whispered. "I shouldn't have stood there while they took her away. I should have fought!"

"Harry, it's not your fault." Ron said comfortingly. "Your mind wasn't clear at the time. You didn't know what to think about the whole thing. You were torn."

"No!" Harry said, taking his face out of his hands, sniffling quietly, the tears running down his cheeks and neck. "I should have tried and saved her. I should have tried to give her fighting chance."

"You know that even if you tried to help her, they still would have taken her away. We can't fight the law Harry." Neville said.

Despite the people in the room, Harry wept, feeling guilt rise up in him. "I shouldn't have left her." He cried. "I should have protected her."

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It was impossible to see through the mist. But it wasn't like Jesabelle was looking out the window in the first place. It was nine in morning, but the cold air of night still hung around, and Jesabelle did not see a ray of sunlight.

She had fallen in and out of sleep, unwilling to surrender herself to the nightmares she knew she would see again if she closed her eyes.

The Death Eater had kept guard the whole night and through the morning, another Death Eater coming in to check up on him once every hour.

He was leaning against the door, sighing heavily, still hearing Jesabelle's small sniffles from the inside of the cell. He straightened up, however, when he heard footsteps approaching.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Jesabelle tightened herself even further into a ball. No, she thought, please no, not again. Please no.

The footsteps stopped in front of the cell. The young Death Eater standing guard loosened up when he realized who the person was.

"How is she holding up?" a female voice asked him.

The Death Eater looked away, sadness in his eyes, trying to shield it from the woman in front of him. The woman placed a comforting hand on his shoulders, giving him a weak smile.

"Lucius sent me to check on her. I have the Dark Lord's leave." The woman said.

The Death Eater nodded, and opened the cell for her, closing it behind her.

Jesabelle shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain of her father's presence to return.

"Jesabelle?" the woman asked. Jesabelle's eyes shot open. She knew that voice. Could it be?

She turned around. "Narcissa?" she whispered. Narcissa Malfoy.

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Harry said in an armchair, Ginny wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders, holding him close while she stood next to him.

"We will work hard to get her back, Harry." Dumbledore said. "In fact, Serverus here has volunteered to go to Azkaban and speak with the other Death Eaters about Voldemort's plans."

Harry looked at Snape, silently thanking him, despite the long years of loathing.

"All we need for you to do Harry, is wait." McGonagall said. "We'll tell you if anything has changed."

"Thank you." Hermione said silently.

"I suggest you all get some rest." Dumbledore said.

"Wait." Trelawney said, catching everyone by surprise. "Harry had another dream last night, didn't you Harry?"

"Yes." Harry said, looking up at Trelawney. "I dreamt that Voldemort was talking to Rockwood and that he was going to visit her."

"But you haven't had any dreams connected to Voldemort or his plans wince the end of your fifth year." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, which why I was scared when I had the dream." Harry said.

"You don't think it's another trap, do you?" Tonks asked.

Harry shook his head, remembering what happened in his fifth year, when Voldemort had tricked him into believing that he kidnapped Sirius. One thing led to another, and the result was Sirius' death.

"Then why make it public?" Neville asked.

"I don't know." Tonks said, looking at Dumbledore. "What do you thin Albus?"

"I think. This time, we are not taking any chances." Dumbledore said, looking at Harry and the others.

"That means we are not to leave the castle." Ron said.

Dumbledore nodded. "It's for you own protection." He said.

"We know.' Ron said. "We just don't like sitting here, helpless."

"Do not worry Ron." Dumbledore said. "We all don't like it either."

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"Yes, Jesabelle, it's me." Narcissa said, sitting on the stone floor, her legs beneath her. She was wearing the expensive the robes but she didn't care.

"How can I be sure that it is you?" Jesabelle whispered.

"You never kissed Blake Marshall, despite what others have been led to believe." Narcissa said.

Jesabelle nodded approvingly. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Business." Narcissa said.

"Of course." Jesabelle said, expecting that answer. She sat up, leaning against the wall.

"You're a mess." Narcissa said, touching Jesabelle's cheek.

Jesabelle looked away.

"I know what happened." Narcissa said.

"Excuse me?" Jesabelle said.

"The arrest, about the so-called 'Hearing', everything." Narcissa said.

"It was all over the papers." Jesabelle said softly.

"I know." Narcissa said.

"My father doesn't know you're here, does he?" Jesabelle asked, looking into Narcissa's eyes.

"No, and I had to lie to the guard so I could get in." Narcissa said.

"Why?" Jesabelle asked.

"I found out what cell you were in." Narcissa said. "As a friend, I wanted o help you."

"You can't help me." Jesabelle said, emotionless.

"Of course I can, that is what friends do. When one them gets lost, the other finds them and leads them back to the path."

"I've been lost ever since my mother died, Narcissa." Jesabelle said, turning towards her, her eyes cold. "Why is my path still hidden from me?"

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Coming Up....Stay Tuned!

Chapter 30: Voldemort unleashes a deadly curse, altering Jesabelle's life, forever.