A shadow crept out of the icy bushes and onto the icy plain. He smiled for a moment at the gliding shapes above him. This was his gift, his curse, and the reason only he could do this. He felt no happiness so they couldn't sense him. Wizards still could but the hardest part of the mission was over.
The talismans clicked against each other beneath his cloak. Gledn pressed the talismans against him and crept forward. His foot steps still broke the frost, each snap sent shockwaves of sound through the frigid night air. There would be only three aurors here, the ministry still relied on the dementors to guard this place. Soulless creatures, the hollow shells of his companions, trudged across the field back to the main castle.
The first auror stood to the left of the column. Gledn recognized him as Philo Osman, the ministries newest auror. Philo was tall, wiry, and shrewd. Gledn stood as Philo turned. Before Philo could yell, a dull green flash silenced him forever.
Another auror flew to the body before Gledn could sneak away. Gledn recognized her short and fat body. Anaxima Jodan had stood against Lord Voldemorte for years, she knew too many evasion spells for the avada kedavra. Amaximafired a lava bolt at Gledn. Gledn lunged out of the way and the bolt slammed into the snow, melting the dementor's frost for a moment until it froze again.
"Dormio," Gladn hissed and Anaxima answered with a simple 'Protego' charm.
Gladn tried again with something more powerful, 'Incendio Vallum.'Awave of flame broke against her sheild then wrapped around Anaxima. Her scream shattered the icy night as the stench of burning flesh enveloped Gladn. Gladn turned to the third auror. Franc Bene disappeared away and left Gladn to his business.
The prisoners turned and watched the battle with disinterest for they had seen many attempts. Gladn looked up the see the dementor's still gliding on the night air, oblivious to the deeds below. Gladn walked easier now, the crunching of ice no longer mattered since the aurors were dead. His only regret was that Franc had gotten away although soon it wouldn't matter.
He opened his robes and threw the talisman into the crowd. The talismans fell into the snow and the air was still for a moment. After a moment, the prisoners turned and looked at the talismans with comprehension or recognition..
Glady smiled, "Brothers and sisters of the dark, I give you Azkaban's first prison break." The wind rose up and ripped away his chant but the talismans heard their call. They began to glow and shot a beam of light through the nearest prisoner. The changes happened quickly, skin to feathers and scales, extra arms and wings, until the light faded away.
The drifting dementors honed on the beast's happiness and swirled downwards. The beasts scattered into the night sky, Gladn smiled at the pursuits that followed. The wyverns scattered, the cowards they are, and the rocs left from boredom. They flew faster than dementors, Gladn knew, and few dementors chased them. The manticores, ruthless and viscous, flew among the dementors slashing with their claws and stinging with their tails.
Their venom paralyzes the darkest creatures and soon the solid dementors plummeted the harsh ice and snow. A stray spine sunk deep into Gladn's shoulder and he collapsed into the snow.