A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I swear this chapter had it in for me (it gave me so many troubles I almost considered deleting the entire story, but didn't,) and I refused to post it until I was happy with it, which I am still not fully.

Disclaimer: Me no owny!

Chapter seven

Harry groaned as he looked out of the window of the cell he had been placed in Azkaban. It was the same one as the last time, he was sure. It had the exact same number of stones in it which made up the walls, floor and ceiling. It had the same view too. A short stretch of sea, a sheer cliff face the miles of fields. Nothing special, considering the fact that the sky was currently covered in dark grey clouds.

He had been brought to Azkaban approximately three weeks ago, and had been captured after being chased out of the forest by the acromantulas a week before that. After trying to question him on what he had been thinking when he had joined up with the Dark Lord, and whether or not he would consider re-joining them, Fudge had turned up, arrested him and placed him in Azkaban, this time without even so much as a trial.

During the week he had been at Hogwarts, however, and in the short amount of time before he had been captured, he had completed his mission, one that would be very important for the Dark Lord's conquest. He was just amazed he had been asked about it.

Harry sighed and slowly slid down the wall. He had completed his mission the moment they had taken him from Hogwarts the Azkaban. He had found out the information the Dark Lord and required, and now he was just waiting.

There was a squawk above him head, and he saw a jet black raven with an envelope attached to its leg. Harry smirked. This was what he had been waiting for.

My servant, The letter read in spidery script.

I have received word that you have been placed in Azkaban once again. I will take this as a sign that you have completed your mission. Azkaban will fall.

That was it, nothing more, nothing less. It didn't need anymore. It was simple enough to tell who it was from. Only the Dark Lord would address someone as his servant, and only the Dark Lord would send a raven to deliver a message to someone in Azkaban.

Harry anxiously paced around his cell, every so often looking out of the small window. He knew they would be coming soon. Just a matter of minutes ago, probably no more than half an hour prior, a meeting had been called. Whilst the meeting was probably still going on, it still wouldn't be long until they came.

From what he knew, he was certain there was at least ten other Death Eaters in the prison, though they were mainly among the lesser known and less loyal, amongst those that had managed to bluff their way out of Azkaban at the Dark Lord's downfall the first time around. All of them had come in since he had arrived. Just earlier that day one of them, Terence Higgs, who had been Slytherin's seeker back when he had been a first year at Hogwarts and currently occupied a cell opposite him, had asked him what the raven had been about. Harry hadn't been able to answer though, as a guard walked passed at that particular moment.

Time seemed to be passing slowly, so slowly he could barely stand it. He was so close to freedom he could practically taste it, yet still it was too far away. It was so close...

Finally, after pacing around the cell a couple more time, he lay back against a wall and hugged his knees. The place was getting too much to him, even though there were no dementors there. It was just starting to seem as if the room was... shrinking. Any normal person might have put it down to claustrophobia, but after living in a cupboard for ten years, he doubted he was claustrophobic. Maybe it was just being cooped up in a cell for weeks with no company and nothing to do. He hoped so at least.

BANG!!!

The noise resounded through the prison, and he knew it had begun. For the third time in history Azkaban had been broken into.

(A/N: Shall I leave it here? Nah! I'm not that cruel! I think...

Death Eaters poured into the Azkaban, the majority anxious to prove his or, in the odd one or two cases, herself to the Dark Lord as a chance to progress up through the Death Eater ranks. Bella was one of those not anxious to prove anything to the Dark Lord. All she wanted was Harry.

It was ironic, really, if she thought about it. Only a matter of a couple of months earlier she had killed her muggle-loving blood-traitor Gryffindor cousin, and now she was sleeping with his Godson, his best friends only son, and currently one of the only two Gryffindor Death Eaters.

A smirk came to her lips as she shot off an Avada at an auror, who was enveloped by the green light and instantly dropped dead. She didn't have time to think about the irony, or much else. After all, she was in an attack on Azkaban. There was no time for thinking, only for fighting and freeing their fellow Death Eaters.

Somewhere near the centre of one of the lower levels in Great Britain's Ministry of Magic Minister Cornelius Fudge reached out one shaky hand for a glass of water which stood on his desk and dropped in a couple of drops of a calming potion, then drank it down in about three gulps. It may have watered it down, diluting it, but no one, no matter how used to calming potions they were, could stand the concentrated version of that particular potion. It would reduce their heart rate, therefore calming the person it was administered to like all calming potions did, so much that they would, eventually, did from heart failure.

He could not believe it was happening again. The third time in a year, for the third time ever, Azkaban had been broken into. The first time he hadn't know what to think until months later when he had been forced to admit the truth about the Dark Lord. The second time he had started to worry immensely about the safety of the wizarding populace (not to mention his position). Now... he wasn't sure what to do. He could really only see one way out, but he wasn't sure if that was the road to take.

He had known there was an attack taking place on the wizard prison. He had sent extra Aurors to try and sort out the problem, but it had been to no avail. All but three Aurors had managed to escape with their lives, all of which were still in so much shock from what they had seen they had all been unable talk about what the had seen. There was no need to. He knew Azkaban had fallen for good, and there was no chance of the Prison being rebuilt, as it indeed needed to be if there was ever to be any hope for it to be as it had before.

He had received a photograph, similar to a muggle Polaroid with the exception that it was moving, only a matter of ten minutes earlier. It was of an old, burning building out at sea with several figures running around it on its small island. There was no mistaking what the building was: Azkaban.

Picking up the bottle that contained his potion, he read the label. 'Figswallop Calming Potion - Warning; Concentrated dose may have adverse affect resulting in drowsiness, addiction, death, etc. Dilute to taste' He chuckled lightly at the last bit, the small, diluted amount of potion he had taking effect. 'Dilute to taste.' What a weird thing to put on a potion bottle. Some things he could imagine it being placed on, but on a warning label for a potion.

It seemed so tempting, just to take a swig of the potion, to end his trouble rather than ride out the war, hoping that they would in and he would still stay in office. Just one swig, one gulp, one mouthful of the potion would be more than enough to end it all... but could he do it? That was the question.

He glanced down at the files on his desk, reports on various things from many of the departments. They were stacked pretty high and the majority were related to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters in some way, no matter how remote. The future looked bleak, but he wouldn't be around to see it.

Uncorking the phial for the second time that night, Fudge put the potion to his lips and threw his head back, drinking down the potion. He drank it all.

A content smile came to his face and his arm fell down as his heart stopped, the potion immediately taking effect from such a large amount of the concentrated dose. The bottle rolled out of Fudge's hand and slowly towards the door, until it clinked against the wall. And that was how Fudge's office remained until he was found by young Percy Weasley coming in to check up on something with his employer only a few minutes later.

A/N: ::cackles:: Dead! Fudge's dead! I've wanted to do that for years! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so happy! Okay, so I'm not exactly ecstatic with the beginning... more like disgusted with it, but from where Bella comes in and the whole Fudge scene I'm happy! More than happy, actually! Happy happy happy! Oh so happy! And no, I am not high or anything disturbing like that. Just happy! Teeheehee!

Kage Mirai: Well, here it is.

Ranchan17: Simple, it was about helping with the Voldemort's conquest.

mellowyellow36: Lol! Wrong! They didn't talk to him! Or at least not in the chapter.

Amscray: LMAO! He definitely deserves the title of High Lord of Hinkypunks!

The Vampire Story Hunter: I'm supposed to be explaining things?

Topsta: Sorry, the professor's are still there and alive… for now. But I've suddenly got the perfect scene in my mind to get rid of one. I literally got it just now.

jeangab057: Yup, but not captured any longer.

Krissy Riddle: Well, the second one was most accurate. And what's changing is… Well, I'm not too sure of an answer to that that wouldn't sound too cheesy, corny or cliché.

Ryua Malfoy: The eyes were acromantulas... y'know... giant spiders like Aragog?

SiriusRulz14: ::chuckles:: Patience is a virtue.