Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Notes: This work will be mostly about sexual themes on the darker side, such as domination and manipulation. If you don't like such themes, you shouldn't read. And lemons, lots and lots of lemons. This story will contain dark themes like killing and rituals.

Azkaban West Wing (Random Guard Pov)

I am so sick of this atmosphere, always so gloomy and horrid; it reminds me of my time at the Potions dungeon, fucking Snape couldn't teach shit now, which fucked up my NEWTS and failing to make auror exams. Now here I am as a glorified jailer, with dementors as companions. It's the same bogus daily routine; at least they should have let us have fun with prisoners.

"Ring, Ring, Ring"'

"It's a routine line checkup."

Getting up from my chair, I make my to toward the door. As soon I open it, I see Garret, who, for some reason, looks flustered. I never liked him; he always tried to impress young adults with no future and middle-aged blocks. Sure, if there were a hot boss witch like Amelia Bones here, I would be the hardest worker here, but they're not if and buts.

"What's gotten your face so flustered? Eh, Garret! I told you to stay away from the dementors."

"Ah ah.. ah um. Do you know how I got an O in divination? I feel like something eerie is going to happen."

As Garrets rubs his grades into my face again, I grit my teeth and hold back the urge to punch his face, but I stop and contemplate how to get a vacation. As I ignore him and start my routine check, not before ramming my shoulder into him, which sends him stumbling backward; grinning at him, I say

"Don't sweat it, sports; the worst that could happen is dementors going wild and sucking our souls."

Seeing him scowl and send a hate-filled glare at me instantly turns into a forced smile; no matter how much of a shit place this is, it is so good to have someone to order around.

Just as I turned around, I heard a loud bang that almost shook up the very founding of this cruddy prison. I stumble, and without bearing, I start running to where the sound most likely originated. As I climbed the stairs and went upstairs, feeling the familiar chills, I took out my badge and stuck it out, which kept the soul's suckers away. I soon get to the dangerous section, the worst of sums inhabiting this area, the Death Eaters. Trepidation fills me as I imagine the worst. And soon, my worst dreams got true as I saw John or his decapitated body. I almost fell and threw up, but adrenaline helped as I went over his body while I took out my wand. As I breathe in and out, I reach Rockwood cell, where I hear wind rushing and water sounds. I noticed that the prisoners didn't jeer at me, which filled me with dread instead of making me happy. Sure enough, turning around and seeing empty cells, I knew something big had happened under our noses. Rockwood cell had a big "Fuck You Hole" in it. Hearing steps behind me, I see Garret and the other guards behind me. Garret looks remarkably upbeat; I do not know why but I was about to curse him for his insensitivity but was cut off when he said

"Boss, I told you something was feeling off, and you pushed me off; it looks like you're in trouble."

Fucking is he seriously going to do that. As I was about to go up and strangle this shit,

The senior guards came in between us and started examining the area for clues.

Londons Ministry of Magic

In the head auror office was sitting one of the most powerful women of England, both politically and magically. Amelia Bones, the matriarch of an old pureblood family, The Bones, while also the best magically enforcer. She is known for her strict and cutthroat attitude regarding the law, especially against death eaters. She lost most of her family in the previous war, including her brother and sister-in-law. Because of this, she had to shoulder the burden of a family and care for her last relative, her niece. But later, seeing most of the people she witnessed killing her peers and family get off scot-free, she set out to become more politically powerful to bring those she considered criminals to justice.

(Amelia Bones Pov)

Almost crushing a report in my hand, I read how "Lord Malfoy helped the Aurors bring in a criminal wizard who owned illegal magical artifacts." I read this bullshit report, as my sources knew that Malfoy and this person were associates, and he was Malfoys dealer for shipping equipment out of the country. The dealer asked for more than Malfoy could tolerate, and he cut ties and put him behind bars. And this person who presented me the report was just another crony Malfoy bought off. Sometimes it just feels hopeless to see how your enemies are winning; I wish to take Susan and run away, but imagining the grinning face of those scummy criminals and all the sacrifices I made, I pushed back the thoughts of cowardice as I put down the reports. I took off my glasses, rubbed the bridge of my nose, relaxed for a moment, and thought of how my baby girl would start Hogwarts in just two more years—looking at the smiling portrait of my niece, who was waving at me. I smile and return to work to make Britain safe, at least for my niece and her future kids. Putting my glasses back on, I start to read the following reports, only to be interrupted as the door opens, and I see the grizzled visage of my mentor, who looked the most worried I have seen him in a long time.

"Amelia Azkban became a shit show. There was a big breakout. All the fucking death eaters broke out."

Panic filled me as those dreaded memories returned of murderers wearing white masks and black attire, but soon hatred replaced the terror as I stood up, filled with resolute responsibility.

"Gather a team, and portkeys should be made; I will go to Fudge and try to get a lockdown. Don't forget to bring the investigation department with you to find out what and how it happened."

"Tinny"

As I see my house-elf popping in, "Tinny, be sure not to let Susan out of the house."

"Yes, Tinny, be making sure of that."

Seeing the elf leaving, I stride out of my office and make my way toward the minister's floors. Wizards and Witches looked timid and scared and then looked toward me with hope-filled gazes. It looks like the cat is already out of the bag. As I get into the elevator, unknowingly, one of my deepest memories comes back, a handsome teenager with a roughish grin wooing me, bringing a small smile to my face, but then that's replaced with pure heartache at the feeling of betrayal; imagining the image of the handsome teenager wearing a white mask and black attire. As soon as the elevator opens, I steely my determination and ward off those unpleasant feelings.

Hogwarts

Right now, a meeting is taking place between the staff, and the progress of students is being discussed; in the center, the team sat a good-natured older man who had amusement dancing in his eyes while listening to the antics of the new ginger troublemakers from his trusted headmistress. However, the atmosphere is broken when a non-corporeal silvery Patronus appears and flies straight to the older man. A grizzling voice is soon heard.

"Albus, we got a breakout in Azkaban and a dead body; get here, Morgana Tits; somebody bloody tore a hole from inside the cell."

As soon the message was delivered, the amusement and the temperament of the jolly older man vanished but was replaced by a veteran leader who had already fought two most significant wizarding wars. He glanced at his potions master, who was busy looking down at his pale forearm and then at his most trusted companion for the past decade.

"Fawkes"

The staff only heard a twirl of soothing bird music, soon replaced by swish-fire teleportation.

Ignoring my screaming mother, I went to a familiar room upstairs where the 'original Sirius' experienced many bittersweet emotions,' sometimes crying in the middle of the night or hiding from everyone. Relishing these experiences was new for me as I grew numb to emotions; killing, backstabbing, abandoning your teammates, and not letting yourself get attached does a number on you. So experiencing these wide ranges of emotions brings back liveliness. Sadness and anger at the Black home, happiness, and love at Hogwarts, betrayal, and depression in adulthood. Pushing my thoughts away, I focused on several goals I set out to accomplish, but first off, I have to take a hot bath and get full sleep; the rest can wait.

Waking up contently, I feel the soft texture of the bed while finally being able to sniff the air so that it doesn't smell like piss and shit. I got up from the bed and walked towards the closet where the mirror was placed; a pale, sickly-looking bearded man was staring back at me.

"Looking a little horrible there, mister."

I knew that potter's worlds magic mirrors spoke but still witnessing them firsthand was something else; magic never ceases to amaze me.

"GRRR"

Looking at my sunken belly, I was looking forward to my first good meal in this world, whereas I had eaten stone-hard loaf pieces of bread till now.

"Kreacher"

POP

"Bastard Master called"

Not even bothering to let his comment slight me, more so it just amuses me, "How are my prisoners? Are any of them awake?"

Perplexed at my lack of reaction, he still continues, "No, they are still motionless, but their eyes be moving."

Nodding my head, I thought they seemed pretty weak, but considering the extended stay in Azkaban, it did make them pretty vulnerable. In contrast, my entire soul was infused with the original soul powering me up. Which left them susceptible to my magic and kept them in stasis longer than if they were in good condition,

"Ready a big feast for me of good unharmful food" I was going to get sick of having to punctuate everything to this shit so that he doesn't get around my orders and try to kill me. I either need to get onto his good side or kill him.

"Pop!"

The elf went ahead to follow my orders.

Walking to the closet and picking an old dress that Sirius used to wear, which should barely be fitting, but with how malnourished I am right now, it works.

Going downstairs and into the kitchen, I absent-mindedly think about my goals,

()adapting the magical knowledge in my mind,

()Pick a family wand that's compatible with me.

()Most of all, take a look in the infamous black library for rituals. A dark family might have some ways where I can use my prisoners for a power-up or build up strength, be it physical or magical.

I noticed the portrait of my new mother' it was silent, which would probably change if she saw me, eh, whatever.

Noticing me, she starts screeching, 'traitor,' 'mudbloodlover,' casually ignoring her; I stride forward. I took a deep sniff of the aroma from the kitchen; opening the door, I was presented with a badly decorated kitchen but a delicious sight on the kitchen table.

Not wasting any time, I start eating before mumbling a 'thanks, Kreacher' let's see if I can replace 'kind master Regulas' by acting nice.

While eating, I felt a salty taste in my mouth; just when I thought the little bugger put extra salt, I noticed the dampness on my face. Touching my cheeks, I knew I was crying. Damit, Sirius's pent up emotions are acting up.

After a hefty meal, I head towards my grandfather Arcturus's room; opening up according to the way he showed me, I go into the room where I go to the closet area; opening up and pushing the clothes aside, I am greeted with a wooden wall. Looking at the golden knob with a needle, I prick my finger as it takes the blood and opens up. According to Arcturus, this door could only be accessed by the head of the house or the last male heir by birthright. Being in line for succession, I could access it. According to Arcturus, this room continued important information from blackmail materials, the darkest magic books, and most family wands.

A series of clicking sounds are heard when the door opens.

I use the guard's wand that I still have on my wound.

"Eipsekty"

Seeing the wound closing up, I go in as the dark room automatically illuminates. Galleons, gems, books, weapons, even food. It's a big room, thrice as big as the room of Arcturus's own space. I spot the wands lined up on a long table with tags written in blood while also describing their cores and woods. I tried a few, which do work, but I don't feel the compatibility Sirius felt when he first got his wand. After 15 min of trying different wands, I finally found my match, my great-grandfather (Phineas Nigellus Black). A dragon core with wood from a redwood tree. I don't know what type of ingredients describe the wizard as, but I felt powerful holding it like a limiter was taken off me.

After taking the wand, I looked over the books and spent most of the time looking over them.

A couple of hours later, I picked out two books that could help me deal with my immediate problems.

"Rituals: Sacrifice "

"Do you desire power" written in blood

Both books have enough details on how specific ingredients and rituals I can do, which will help me regain my health and boost up the potential of this body, both physically and magically. Some of these rituals required sacrifices to be in a basement prison.