The Escape
The next day everything went smoothly till dusk. It was just about any ordinary day. The Dementors were swarming about the place. The Ministry aurors were also patrolling the castle. Harry had spent the day meditating on all happy thoughts. He had been thinking about Cho and Ron and Hermione. He needed to have strong happy memories to break the wards of Azkaban. Around eight o'clock he stood up and walked up to the bars of the cell. He held them with his hands and concentrated every thought every memory of his on the bars. But the more he used his magical powers the more the wards seem kept resisting his strength. As he slowly increased his strength the sky started to gloom and the wind started to howl. The ocean thrashed the waves on the island and the earth started to rumble. The aurors felt this and quickly went forward towards the you-know-who cell. When they reached there they stood in shock. Harry Potter was standing in front of them and his prison bars had been dismantled as if a herd of mad Hippogriffs had rummaged through them. One of them quickly got to his senses and hissed "Dawlish, inform the Ministry."
"Yes inform the Ministry I would love a little exercise before escaping Azkaban." Harry spoke in a mocking tone.
The auror named Dawlish hurried away to inform the Ministry. To his much surprise Harry didn't even bother to stop him. The entire passageway fell silent. Apart from the howling of the wind or the crashing of loud waves no sound was heard.
"Free us Master. Free us from this torture." A voice rang out. It followed by others a cry of pain and torture. These were the voices of his remaining few Death Eaters who were serving their term of life imprisonment. Harry looked sideways at one of them. He was kneeling on the bars of the cell and crying out pathetically. Harry looked at him with utter disgust and disdain. He waved both of his hands along the length of the corridor and all the prison snapped open. The aurors gasped. They were looking at him with renewed fear and surprise. The Death Eaters crawled out of their prison cells and the nearest of them proceeded towards Harry and kissed the hem of his robes.
"Th-thank you master." He muttered. Harry kicked him forward.
"Get off me you slime. Go back to your homes and soon the dark lord will call on you. Apparate to your places. Now that the wards of Azkaban are broken all prisoners are free."
The aurors were now looking positively furious. The dementors were also watching this amusing situation. One of the aurors boldly step forward and spat out "You will have to get through us Potter before any of you dare to leave this place."
"Do you want die this soon Smith?"
"How do you expect to get through hundreds of qualified Ministry aurors and thousands of dementors single handedly and that too without a wand?"
"Tut-tut haven't you been noticing Smith? I don't need a wand to do magic. Even without a wand I can do magic of the most powerful kind. Not even Merlin can accomplish the power that I control. If I want I can strip all you of every bit of magic that you have and that too without a wand."
"Impossible. No one can do wandless magic. Not even Merlin could do it."
"Such arrogance. A little learning is a dangerous thing Smith. It is time for some demonstration."
Harry raised his hands over his head and forced his powers to concentrate on his hands. His hand started to glow.
"Expecto Patronum Eternalis."
Thousand of multicoloured stags burst forth from his hands and charged at the dementors. The dementors made a valiant effort to keep them at bay but the stags ran amuck their ranks. Once there was confusion among the dementors the stags did something curious. They leaped at the dementors and started to suck the breath out of them. It was just as if they were sucking their souls out of them. Soon all the dementors were gone. The stags started to disappear into thin air.
The aurors remained stationary. They were spellbound. They had just realised what Harry had done. He had killed the dementors!!! He let out a sigh and said "Never really liked them. Tonight every victim of the dementor's kiss gets his soul back. Now that you just have seen a mere demonstration of my powers I suggest you step aside and let me pass."
There were a number of popping noises. The aurors were arriving. Harry turned to the death eaters. "Leave. Now." He hissed. With another loud pop rest of them vanished. One of the aurors who had just arrived spoke to Harry with an authorative voice.
"Harry Potter you have just allowed all our top security prisoners to escape an offence of the highest degree punishable by law. You are now entitled to the kiss."
"Well spoken Diggory but the problem is our most top security prisoner here has destroyed all the dementors just before you arrived."
"Then we take him down."
"If your small little verbal battle is over then I would say that we finish this little conversation so that I may leave this darn place."
All the aurors sprang into action. They hurled curses jinxes and hexes at him with full force but somehow he kept blocking them. The spells hit him straight but nothing happened. Harry yawned. "Is that all you got? You're even worse than Crabbe and Goyle then and I thought they were the limit of stupidity. Come on give me some of the unforgivables."
Smith and Diggory were looking at him and cast a dark look before crying out "Imperio!" Again Harry smiled.
"You guys are really thick. No wonder the Ministry's gone to the docks. How thick were you to believe that I would let you cast spells on me and let myself get hit?"
"You don't get it, do you? I am immune to all the stupid mumbo jumbo that you can think of. None of your spells would affect me not even Avada Kedavra."
The aurors were looking blank and defeated. Some of them continued to try but in vain. "Tired so soon? I was supposing you would be trying some more. Well take it your way then. Explodra!" The entire corridor blasted through.
"That was so easy. I always liked to fight aurors."
Harry walked along the corridors looking around. Ten years he had lived in this place. Forgotten and forsaken from the world. Most people would go mad. But he had held his head. He paused in front of a mirror and looked at his own reflection. He was thin and his eyes were red and hollow. His teeth were yellow and his face was now as sallow as Snape. His hair was long and unkept. His beard was already long enough and comparable to Dumbledore's. Overall he was looking beyond recognition. No one in their right sense of mind would think him of the nice and handsome Head Boy of Gryffindor with green eyes. He had undergone a transformation that night on June 30th 1998. Today looking at his own body ten years later he kelp another surge of anger at Dumbledore. He was responsible for all this. He could have saved him but the blasted old fool had turned his back on him. He could have rewarded him beyond recognition and welcomed him as the Boy Who Destroyed the Dark Lord but instead he became the Boy Who Became the Dark Lord. He screamed out "Dumbledore you fool I swear that you will pay."
His thoughts were interrupted by a shriek. He knew more Ministry people were coming in. He could have as well fought them but he had seen too many deaths today already. He didn't want more. He walked towards the open courtyard. It was drizzling. He looked out to the ocean and saw the endless passage of water. With an exasperated sigh he closed his eyes and concentrated on a phoenix. When he opened his eyes he looked at himself as the phoenix. But his skin and his feathers were all black and not the usual golden yellow what it actually seemed. He didn't expect his dark lordship would be affecting him in any way in his animagus form. He peered into the water of the ocean and a reflection of the black startled him. He was not recognizable anymore. His eyes, which used to be a comforting blue, had turned to dark red. All his feathers were as black as tar and "Blimey..." Even there was a dark mark under his left wing. He cursed Voldemort silently. He had to leave now. He flapped his wings and soared in air. He flew fast and swiftly. Soon he was flying above the clouds headed towards Hogwarts.
He had made it. He had escaped Azkaban. He couldn't believe it. But the Ministry would be after him. He had once again lost control of his powers and probably slaughtered a lot of aurors today. But they deserved it. Why had they refused to give him a trial? He was stunned with shock at the massacre he had caused. They had stunned him and brought him to Azkaban dragging him like a dog. He learned that nobody had protested about it. Not even his best friends Ron and Hermione neither his girl friend Cho. Well he would be paying them a visit. He would make them see the cause. He wanted them to know what he went through all these ten years at Azkaban. This place had given him nothing but the worst nightmares one could think off. Only because of his will to survive had he remained sane and alive. Otherwise he would be just like the other death eaters. Come to think of the death eaters it seemed that they alone had believed in him escaping that horrific place. They seemed to be his only family.
He shook those thoughts out of his head. He had only one thing in his mind. He had to get to Hogwarts and meet up with his school 'friends'. He had to catch up with them and then he would execute his plan.... To kill Albus Dumbledore.
The next day everything went smoothly till dusk. It was just about any ordinary day. The Dementors were swarming about the place. The Ministry aurors were also patrolling the castle. Harry had spent the day meditating on all happy thoughts. He had been thinking about Cho and Ron and Hermione. He needed to have strong happy memories to break the wards of Azkaban. Around eight o'clock he stood up and walked up to the bars of the cell. He held them with his hands and concentrated every thought every memory of his on the bars. But the more he used his magical powers the more the wards seem kept resisting his strength. As he slowly increased his strength the sky started to gloom and the wind started to howl. The ocean thrashed the waves on the island and the earth started to rumble. The aurors felt this and quickly went forward towards the you-know-who cell. When they reached there they stood in shock. Harry Potter was standing in front of them and his prison bars had been dismantled as if a herd of mad Hippogriffs had rummaged through them. One of them quickly got to his senses and hissed "Dawlish, inform the Ministry."
"Yes inform the Ministry I would love a little exercise before escaping Azkaban." Harry spoke in a mocking tone.
The auror named Dawlish hurried away to inform the Ministry. To his much surprise Harry didn't even bother to stop him. The entire passageway fell silent. Apart from the howling of the wind or the crashing of loud waves no sound was heard.
"Free us Master. Free us from this torture." A voice rang out. It followed by others a cry of pain and torture. These were the voices of his remaining few Death Eaters who were serving their term of life imprisonment. Harry looked sideways at one of them. He was kneeling on the bars of the cell and crying out pathetically. Harry looked at him with utter disgust and disdain. He waved both of his hands along the length of the corridor and all the prison snapped open. The aurors gasped. They were looking at him with renewed fear and surprise. The Death Eaters crawled out of their prison cells and the nearest of them proceeded towards Harry and kissed the hem of his robes.
"Th-thank you master." He muttered. Harry kicked him forward.
"Get off me you slime. Go back to your homes and soon the dark lord will call on you. Apparate to your places. Now that the wards of Azkaban are broken all prisoners are free."
The aurors were now looking positively furious. The dementors were also watching this amusing situation. One of the aurors boldly step forward and spat out "You will have to get through us Potter before any of you dare to leave this place."
"Do you want die this soon Smith?"
"How do you expect to get through hundreds of qualified Ministry aurors and thousands of dementors single handedly and that too without a wand?"
"Tut-tut haven't you been noticing Smith? I don't need a wand to do magic. Even without a wand I can do magic of the most powerful kind. Not even Merlin can accomplish the power that I control. If I want I can strip all you of every bit of magic that you have and that too without a wand."
"Impossible. No one can do wandless magic. Not even Merlin could do it."
"Such arrogance. A little learning is a dangerous thing Smith. It is time for some demonstration."
Harry raised his hands over his head and forced his powers to concentrate on his hands. His hand started to glow.
"Expecto Patronum Eternalis."
Thousand of multicoloured stags burst forth from his hands and charged at the dementors. The dementors made a valiant effort to keep them at bay but the stags ran amuck their ranks. Once there was confusion among the dementors the stags did something curious. They leaped at the dementors and started to suck the breath out of them. It was just as if they were sucking their souls out of them. Soon all the dementors were gone. The stags started to disappear into thin air.
The aurors remained stationary. They were spellbound. They had just realised what Harry had done. He had killed the dementors!!! He let out a sigh and said "Never really liked them. Tonight every victim of the dementor's kiss gets his soul back. Now that you just have seen a mere demonstration of my powers I suggest you step aside and let me pass."
There were a number of popping noises. The aurors were arriving. Harry turned to the death eaters. "Leave. Now." He hissed. With another loud pop rest of them vanished. One of the aurors who had just arrived spoke to Harry with an authorative voice.
"Harry Potter you have just allowed all our top security prisoners to escape an offence of the highest degree punishable by law. You are now entitled to the kiss."
"Well spoken Diggory but the problem is our most top security prisoner here has destroyed all the dementors just before you arrived."
"Then we take him down."
"If your small little verbal battle is over then I would say that we finish this little conversation so that I may leave this darn place."
All the aurors sprang into action. They hurled curses jinxes and hexes at him with full force but somehow he kept blocking them. The spells hit him straight but nothing happened. Harry yawned. "Is that all you got? You're even worse than Crabbe and Goyle then and I thought they were the limit of stupidity. Come on give me some of the unforgivables."
Smith and Diggory were looking at him and cast a dark look before crying out "Imperio!" Again Harry smiled.
"You guys are really thick. No wonder the Ministry's gone to the docks. How thick were you to believe that I would let you cast spells on me and let myself get hit?"
"You don't get it, do you? I am immune to all the stupid mumbo jumbo that you can think of. None of your spells would affect me not even Avada Kedavra."
The aurors were looking blank and defeated. Some of them continued to try but in vain. "Tired so soon? I was supposing you would be trying some more. Well take it your way then. Explodra!" The entire corridor blasted through.
"That was so easy. I always liked to fight aurors."
Harry walked along the corridors looking around. Ten years he had lived in this place. Forgotten and forsaken from the world. Most people would go mad. But he had held his head. He paused in front of a mirror and looked at his own reflection. He was thin and his eyes were red and hollow. His teeth were yellow and his face was now as sallow as Snape. His hair was long and unkept. His beard was already long enough and comparable to Dumbledore's. Overall he was looking beyond recognition. No one in their right sense of mind would think him of the nice and handsome Head Boy of Gryffindor with green eyes. He had undergone a transformation that night on June 30th 1998. Today looking at his own body ten years later he kelp another surge of anger at Dumbledore. He was responsible for all this. He could have saved him but the blasted old fool had turned his back on him. He could have rewarded him beyond recognition and welcomed him as the Boy Who Destroyed the Dark Lord but instead he became the Boy Who Became the Dark Lord. He screamed out "Dumbledore you fool I swear that you will pay."
His thoughts were interrupted by a shriek. He knew more Ministry people were coming in. He could have as well fought them but he had seen too many deaths today already. He didn't want more. He walked towards the open courtyard. It was drizzling. He looked out to the ocean and saw the endless passage of water. With an exasperated sigh he closed his eyes and concentrated on a phoenix. When he opened his eyes he looked at himself as the phoenix. But his skin and his feathers were all black and not the usual golden yellow what it actually seemed. He didn't expect his dark lordship would be affecting him in any way in his animagus form. He peered into the water of the ocean and a reflection of the black startled him. He was not recognizable anymore. His eyes, which used to be a comforting blue, had turned to dark red. All his feathers were as black as tar and "Blimey..." Even there was a dark mark under his left wing. He cursed Voldemort silently. He had to leave now. He flapped his wings and soared in air. He flew fast and swiftly. Soon he was flying above the clouds headed towards Hogwarts.
He had made it. He had escaped Azkaban. He couldn't believe it. But the Ministry would be after him. He had once again lost control of his powers and probably slaughtered a lot of aurors today. But they deserved it. Why had they refused to give him a trial? He was stunned with shock at the massacre he had caused. They had stunned him and brought him to Azkaban dragging him like a dog. He learned that nobody had protested about it. Not even his best friends Ron and Hermione neither his girl friend Cho. Well he would be paying them a visit. He would make them see the cause. He wanted them to know what he went through all these ten years at Azkaban. This place had given him nothing but the worst nightmares one could think off. Only because of his will to survive had he remained sane and alive. Otherwise he would be just like the other death eaters. Come to think of the death eaters it seemed that they alone had believed in him escaping that horrific place. They seemed to be his only family.
He shook those thoughts out of his head. He had only one thing in his mind. He had to get to Hogwarts and meet up with his school 'friends'. He had to catch up with them and then he would execute his plan.... To kill Albus Dumbledore.