Dauntless Dimensions

Chapter IV

Prison of the Daunted

Harry found himself alone when he arrived in the icy weather of the North of Scotland, after having checked out his new home. It was at least ten to fifteen times the size of his house back home, maybe bigger as it had magic, and it would make a nice 'stronghold'.

He had been warned of the dementors. They were happiness stealing, soul drinking spectres, and he knew from that feeling beyond the frozen weather, and dark sky was because of them in the distance, but not far enough away for his liking. It would be Harry's first time dealing with monsters of this world.

Harry could see out where a deep-dark fog hid the prison. The waves chopped at the ocean crashing into the rocks. He stood on an outcropping of cliffs that looked out over the sea. He was next to a small cabin that was battered by the winds and he was sure if it weren't for magic, it would have crashed out years ago. It had on a light and by the flickering yellows and oranges the light was coming from a fire.

Harry's coat blew out behind him as he was smirking in smugness. He looked down at the small wooden stairs clung to the cliffs leading down to a small jetty, but it was lacking any kind of boat, and he doubted an unmanned boat would have lasted long as the jetty bounced and crashed around in the wind. He couldn't help but wonder why the magical people would be so cheap and whether it was to hopefully lose a prisoner or two occasionally as to not need to care for them, though, if the prison was as bad as Mr. Manager said it was, Harry was sure some of the prisoners wished they fell in and drowned.

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry really didn't care about that. He walked over to the cabin and wrenched the door open. He was surprised to see a young woman all alone reading a book. She was huddled in blankets, and fell to the floor as he had startled her.

Harry's sword was out and to length; the tip to her face before she could think about moving. She gulped with the colours of the fire reflecting off her pale skin. He was smiling at her and made motions to stand with his sword. She carefully climbed up while clutching the blankets to her chest, eying the blade nervously, and her blue eyes flickering to the table next to her seat, which held her wand.

Harry smirked as he moved over and picked the wand up and throwing it out the door before closing out the weather. "Okay, Miss. Auror, drop the blankets so I can see you clearly. I don't want you trying anything now do I?!" he said and asked rhetorically.

"Umm…" she mumbled as her cheeks darkened red. "I'm not wearing anything under these. It was pouring down when I got here and I was soaked through," she said, gesturing to the fire where even underwear hung, drying with her robes.

Harry frowned and his sword outstretched toward her. "I don't care! Don't you have magical powers to dry your clothes with!?"

She looked at him, startled. "Err," she stumbled out looking highly embarrassed. "I seriously didn't think of that."

"Just drop the blankets!" Harry ordered suspiciously, and she closed her eyes letting them slip. She hadn't been joking that she was naked. She was pretty with long brown hair, blue eyes and a mousy figure with small pale breasts and some trim hair between her legs.

She obviously didn't get much sun, if any at all. She looked younger than he would have thought an Auror should be. "How old are you?" he asked her as she was crossing her arms over her breasts as she opened her eyes, and blushing brightly.

"T-twenty!" she stuttered out, squirming in discomfort as he was watching her. He was secretly enjoying the show. He had seen his sister naked enough that he had a few different methods for keeping his body from pitching up a tent. He found a business-like approach the best method, as he didn't want to come off as a perv. He had only ever kissed a girl before, and that was because he rescued her from some bandits while she was passing by his village with a small convoy, and he was sure she was teasing him a little but she didn't stop when it deepened, but that was as far as it went.

"I-umm," she continued, fidgeting more as he gave her a questioning look, as it was pretty odd to put such a young cop alone, but apparently Azkaban was supposedly unescapable. "Well, I got into trouble at the academy and I was punished by being assigned here!" she said sheepishly. "I'm a medical student with the Auror Department… well academy. I should be graduating next year!" she said fidgeting further on her feet. "It was my mum's idea. She's a muggle-born and went on to being an auror too, but I wanted to be a healer, and we kind of compromised.

"She works with muggle-mage relations now," she continued in a bit of a ramble. "She said the academy helped her get things and they need emergency response medics too, so that is me. I was messing around and got into trouble, and trouble makers are punished with assignments like this, as long as we're senior cadets. I was mocking one of our teachers because she was a prude stick in the mud and she heard me!" she sighed sadly before she looked to him.

"And now this!" she sighed sadly. "And you're not here just to teach me a lesson, are you?" she asked, and he shook his head. "You're here to get to the prison, aren't you?" she asked again, and he nodded. "Sorry, I would like to help you, well, no, no I wouldn't, but it doesn't matter, the boat stays on Azkaban Island until it's needed to transport felons across to the prison."

"I don't need a boat!" he replied, rolling his eyes.

"W-well using a broom could work," she suggested. "But the dementors fly and will swarm you, and if they don't grab you and suck out your soul you'll fall to your doom in the freezing waters."

"Why are you being so helpful?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, I figured as soon as you realise how fruitless it is to try that you'll give up and go home," she answered sheepishly. "Who are you trying to break out anyway…? You're what…? Late teens?" she asked, curious.

"Seventeen!" he agreed shrugging. "I'm here for Sirius Black."

"Oh well that makes sense," she said sarcastically, taking a few steps towards him, but stopped at his look but his sword folded and he put it away. "So-so what's your name?"

"Hiro Yevon!" he answered, startling her. "What's your name?" he asked in return.

"Hestia Jones!" she said as she looked into his eyes while her eyes widened a little. "So… Mr. Yevon. Are you going to be tying me up before you run off and get yourself foolishly killed trying to free a convicted murderer, because I would appreciate it if you could re-wrap me in my blanket first?"

"Imprisoned," Harry corrected, amused as he ignored her request. "Never convicted, never tried. If he, were, he would be a free man because he is innocent. It makes me wonder whether there are more un-convicted men and woman just rotting away in there."

"So," she said nervously as she stepped closer to him, shivering with the cold and nerves. "You're a man of justice?" she asked and he shrugged as she had managed to get close to him. She was more than a head shorter than him, and he knew what was up as her small and poor excuse for muscles tensed.

Hestia grabbed at Harry's arm and tried to twist him around with his arm behind his back, but all that happened was he reversed it, spun her, and pushed her up against the side wall with his arms around her chest and her back pulled flush to his front. She squirmed and tried to fight back but though her body was nice and looked like it did workout, Harry wondered how little that workout was for her to be so easily subdued when she was supposed to be a cop.

"That was so predictable, Hestia!" Harry whispered in her ear, sending a cold shiver running down her spine with his warm breath. She squirmed some more. It was hard to keep his thoughts clean as he felt her soft, cool body in his arms, with her smooth, soft skin.

Harry spun her round with ease, pushing her back against the wall. His nose was almost touching hers, and her breathing was laboured. Her chest was heaving against his while he pinned her arms to her sides with his arms around her, and her cheeks were on fire as she was lost in his emerald eyes.

Then she shocked herself as she kissed him. He hadn't been ready and kissed her back. It was a sloppy kiss but after a few moments they got into a lustful rhythm. His tongue found hers, sucking it out of her mouth into his. He loosened his grip on her and her fingers were soon running through his hair, pulling him tighter into her lips. He wrapped his arms around her soft skin, gripping her tight little butt between his fingers.

Harry pulled Hestia up into his arms, squeezing her bare butt and pulling her into him with her legs wrapping around his waist. He was rucked up in his trousers, pushing up against her. He dropped to his knees with her in his arms, lowering her to a soft rug on the floor. He shrugged off his coat, showing the wand holster on his left arm, and white gold gauntlet he had moved to his right forearm, and threw it behind him while she pulled back from his lips as she was struggling with his belt in need and desperation.

Harry's belt came off and Hestia's lips returned to his as he threw his sword and belt back to his coat. His lips trailed from hers to her neck, suckling the soft pristine skin. She moaned and whimpered while his hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her hardened pink nipples. He moved his mouth down and captured her nipples between his lips each, sucking on each in turn.

Hestia quivered, her fingers running through his hair, pulling him tighter to her. She reached round pulling and tugging on his tee shirt before it slid off, she threw it to the floor, running her hands over his taught muscular body, and wonder what heaven or hell she had slipped into.

It had been two hours later that Harry left Hestia snoozing on the floor, wrapped up in blankets. He had gotten dressed and snuck out of the hut. He still couldn't quite believe what had just happened, but he shook off that thought for now. He had other things he had to do, like breaking into Azkaban Prison, and then finding Sirius and breaking out again.

Harry wondered mildly whether he should feel weird about having his first time with a strange young auror who he was certain was a virgin herself. The magical world did come off as a little prudish. However, he had plenty of time to think through that when he wasn't about to do the supposedly impossible.

Harry shrugged his thoughts clean before he looked to the stairs leading down the cliff just as it started drizzling. He sighed before carefully climbing down. It didn't feel at all safe. If anything, it felt like he had a death wish using it.

He got to the jetty, barely keeping his balance at first, but as a seasoned warrior, adapted quickly as he looked out to sea. The fog in the distance was thick with cold and he hoped he could break through it and keep the dementors at bay. After all, summons were technically gods, lesser gods than he was, apparently, according to what he knew from battling with Shiva, but she didn't talk much, too interested in spending their little time together touching him in some way as her realm was cold and a bit on the lonely side and her sisters were a bit on the useless side.

"Okay," he said with a nod as he raised his right arm. A red glow blazed from out of his sleeve as he concentrated to establish a connection with the mighty beast and its domain in a dimension between worlds. "Leviathan!" he hissed out. His voice echoed with power and magic as his right hand swept down, palm out towards the sea.

Harry's palm flashed red and a blast of red light blazed out into a huge purple star of light on and in the rushing water. He had to steady himself as he pulled back with the red light fading to nothing. The runic glyph had a seven-point star glowing on it with purple energy fading out into blurring the lines. Harry had to brace himself as moments later a monstrous dragon burst through, destroying the star of light.

The magnificent beast reached several metres above Harry's head, shacking the jetty further but Harry didn't pay mind to that. It was a serpent of a beast with gigantic front arms with massive clawed, webbed hands that looked made to tear other monsters apart with pure black claws. Its head was massive but narrow with razor sharp teeth with angled black bone curving with its jaw and black bone teeth, and it had a long whip like tail with huge flippers out like a cross, showing how long the beast, and its feet and legs were powerful and webbed as it flew out to sea.

The creature was deep cosmic grey fading into black at the ends with gills running down its neck round under his shoulders and down his muscular body with horned vents opening and closing them. Over and around his shoulder blades he had massive wings spreading out the same length of its body with another set further down its back spread out with a third set at its waist, and three sets of large fierce yellow eyes with black slanted pupils.

It curved above him, gliding in the air before it flipped around at a slanted angle. Its wings and gill guards slammed close to its body making it like a dart. It slid into the water with barely any disturbance before its head broke the surface watching Harry as it closed to the jetty, and waited.

"Hi my friend…!" Harry greeted the magnificent creature as he reached out and petted the dragon's snout. He got a few rumbles of greeting. It always made Harry feel odd talking to such a gigantic creature like it was human. "Yes, no big arse monster to fight, and not our world," he readily agreed as the ocean dragon's eyes roamed before stopping on the fog. "Yeah, noticed that. Well, we'll have a whole army of soul drinking spectres to deal with. I hope you're okay with that, and then I'm breaking into a prison, and bringing an innocent man back with me!"

Leviathan growled and Harry hopped up effortlessly as the sea monster rose higher in the water, and landed on its large head. Leviathan was fast, not asking for instruction. He could feel his task through the connection with his summoner. And though the dragon could refuse, he had grown to trust and care for his summoner as he had never once demanded anything from him, and that had gained them mutual trust and respect.

They headed out to sea, into the cold fog. Harry could feel the cold chilling through to the bone. He could sense them in the distance and he knew they could sense him. They were coming. He could hear the rattling of their breath, making the cold more. Harry could see images in his head, long passed memories, and hear voices, but he didn't dwell. He shouldn't dwell on a past that even he couldn't change. It would do nothing for his future. His past was never changing, it was a certainty. All he could do now was change his future.

"Leviathan…!" Harry commanded with a growl. "Blow them the fuck to hell!" he ordered. The dragon roared up, rising the top half out of the sea. His mouth opened, and pulsed with black energy with a pure white ball of light in its centre.

Then the beast roared, and in a flash bomb of white cut through the fog, blasting it away in a wave of furious burning power. Harry saw them briefly, so close, like rotten ghosts wearing black ragged robes. Their breath sucked away positive emotions, but to avoid despair Harry concentrated on anger. He was angry that they would make him see and hear his lose. His mother, Charles, and then all of the pain he suffered at the Dursley's.

The dementors were swishing down in a storm of black like a tornado. They saw the danger before it hit as the morbidly beautiful formation of flight became a hectic, frantic scramble to escape, but for most, it was useless. Leviathan's attack hit them dead centre. They funnelled the white, yellow, and red flames in the cold air.

The dementors screamed in agony bursting open in black ash releasing pyreflies of different green shades from forest to garden, fading up into many shades of yellows and orange. It was a funnel of a burning tornado of screams of agony, bursting up, the dark clouds ripped open from the sky letting through the rays of sun, which seemed to cause any survivors pain as they fled into the dark of the tower on the rocks while the flames flickered away, embers of burning rags falling to the ocean.

Harry could see the tower now the clouds had parted, and the fog was slowly dissipating. It was a spiral of a dark and foreboding place, fit for an evil overlord to try conquering the world from. It was like it was straight out of the dark side of a fairy tale. It was large, reaching up to the sky where dark clouds still hovered above with more dementors keeping their distance from him and dragon.

The tower was more like a large, tall palace with spire roof points. The bricks were blackened and covered by green sludge and slime. The windows were small and with so much muck covering them that it was unlikely that anyone could see out or in, and without cameras the magical world lacked any real security system without the dementors.

He doubted that any wards would detect him coming as he wasn't exactly using magic and they had likely gotten complacent that the dementors would stop anyone. They were going to be sorely disappointed and Harry let a grin stretch across his lips as they reached the stone jetty on the side of the rocks where a rotten looking black wood boat drifted in the rough waves, and it didn't even have an engine.

Shrugging Harry hopped off Leviathan, skipping off the side of the boat and landing on the jetty before turning back to his summons. "Leviathan, stay here and I'll be back when I can. You can play with this poor excuse for a ship until I get back," he said while the dragon was looking at the boat in disgust and Harry had started up the stairs, barely a few steps when he heard the tearing, straining wood and glanced back to see the boat being dragged under the water with Leviathan.

Harry shrugged as he climbed the rest of the stairs to the large rotten oak door in the side of the building. He was a little more surprised as the steps up were cut into the stone of the cliffs and had rusted metal railings, not that he would feel safe leaning on them. It was wetter on the island, with rain coming down, soaking him so he wanted to hurry inside.

Drawing his sword to its full length, Harry reached the top and in a double swish, crossing the door the wood fell down in four pieces. The inside was lit by torches on the walls in brackets. They were rusted with weather, but the fire was obviously magic.

The inside was dark, dank, and stank of excrement. Harry crinkled his nose in disgust. There was a large table with some games on it surrounded by chairs and three men within. The storm outside must have been so loud that they hadn't noticed the explosion of dementors, or their screams over the weather, or if they did, they thought it was a part of the storm.

It was quite amusing how the men just stared at him for a few moments, not even trying to go for their wands and they didn't get a chance as Harry rushed them. The first man tried for his wand, but was knocked out by the butt of the sword while Harry's left fist knocked out another while the tip of his blade reached the neck of the last man, and he stopped on his way to his wand.

Harry moved closer as the man stayed frozen and allowed Harry to pull his wand out of his pocket and pocketed it for himself. He figured Sirius would need something to use once he got out of jail. The man stood at a gesture, shivering. He looked like he was the youngest, the less arrogant because of that, and therefore less likely going to defy him.

"So, what's your name?" Harry asked the man as he grabbed a large set of keys from the belt of the first man he knocked out.

"K-Kevin, sir!" he said shakily. "W-what do you want…? How did you get here?"

"I'm here to visit Mr. Sirius Black!" Harry replied whimsically while smiling, and the guard paled and gulped as he was likely thinking terrible things because of the lies about Sirius, lies Dumbledore knew about, and he might have to kill the old man after he had served any purpose he might have. "Now, you're going to lead me to his cell or I won't just knock you out! I will take your head from your shoulders, and send it to the ministry as a warning!"

The man nodded frantically. He didn't know Harry was bluffing. He would have just knocked him out and looked for himself until he either found Sirius or a more cooperative guide. Harry wasn't going to kill someone just for doing their job, even if they knew they were holding innocent people.

Harry followed his guide, and the further in they got the more they could feel the dementors' effects, but no dementor seemed to dare come out from wherever they were hiding. Harry wasn't sure how he killed them, but then they were soul eating monsters, and Materia was created from life force energy, so maybe that was why, only life can kill creatures that fed on life. It could be that only the prey could kill the hunter or something like that.

The tunnels through the prison were cold, filthy, and narrow. They moved up stairs, through corridors, and passed cells. It was inhumane how these people were kept. He read some of their crimes and grimaced. These were just petty criminals in hovels, their cells like boxes, some only having been in for a few months looked like they were near deaths door.

He didn't believe that people should get off that easily, but he didn't feel that they should be tortured like this. Then all of these dementors, letting go of souls when they died. The magical world was stealing souls from Death. He wondered whether that was pissing her off or whether she cared, because if she did, she would owe him one for this.

Harry stopped the man as they passed a cell on the upper floors. It said 'Bellatrix Lestrange'. It said she was a Death Eater, and caught ten years ago, but escaped ministry detainment and was recaptured three years previously. He wouldn't have cared to stop; only he had gotten curious as he sensed an extra life force within the tiny cell.

Looking in, Harry almost vomited because of the stench. However, looking passed the woman in rags and the muck he saw a small child. She had pitch-black hair and dark eyes, and couldn't have been more than two or three years old.

Harry didn't even think about it as his sword sliced through the wood. He didn't care about the muck as the naked child sat on the floor with crap covered from head to toe in filth, and he hated to think how she had survived, how her mother had taken care of her. He looked from the child to the mother; her eyes were barely open, light blue, and she gave a pained grin before he swept the child up and left the cell with her.

He was thankful that looking into the child's eyes, she still held curiosity, and light. She didn't look like the dementors even affected her. She had been born around them, raised with them passing her door. Her body and soul had to have adapted, to become stronger to survive.

Harry looked to the guard as he paled at the rage present in Harry's eyes before he screamed out as the blade penetrated his right leg before pulling back and he fell to the ground, whimpering.

"You people are sick!" Harry hissed out as the man cried, holding his bleeding leg before the man shut up as he was kicked in the face and knocked out.

Harry knew he was close as he snatched up the keys and carried on up the stars where he came to four cages out on the roof in the freezing cold with very little to shelter from the weather. There was only one cage occupied by a man with long matted black hair and beard. His cool blue eyes only showed a small spark of life as he watched Harry approach.

The dementors were above, circling the spire. The clouds were dark, and rain poured down, washing away some of the grime from him and the girl. She jumped as she looked up seeing her first ever strike of lightning, and clinging to him as the thunder boomed, the lightning lighting up the dark cloaked spectres spiralling around above, watching them, and waiting.

Then, as Harry reached for Sirius's cell the dementors streaked down in a wake of fury only to pull back and up, away from them as Leviathan crashed up the side of the building, crunching bricks and roaring in fury, holding itself up with its six wings open, shooting blast after blast. It caught dementors, and they screamed, bursting into black ash and escaping, further away, Leviathan watched them carefully, growling.

Harry smirked as Sirius had moved from his bed to watch in awe. Harry put his sword away, readjusting the girl in his arms before placing a key in the cell door, opening it and walking back to the dragon with a grin as the girl in his arms looked to it in amazement.

"Sirius, hurry up, let's get out of here!" Harry said as he looked down to see two rickety old looking boats coming around, and sailing with magic towards the prison across the water as it was calmer without the cold of the dementors.

The man staggered to get closer, looking down passed the dragon. "Who are you and what do you want?!" the man demanded, exhausted, his voice strained from underuse. "How the hell did you tame a freaking dragon?!" he demanded in a rush. "And why do you have a little girl with you?!"

"Hiro Yevon, nice to meet you!" he said waving him off. "The rest… all in good time, unless you want to spend the rest of your life here while that bastard Pettigrew gets off, and that prick Dumbledore gets away with letting you go here while he knew you were innocent because he feared a prophecy involving Harry Potter, so he wanted control, to stop him changing the magical world, but like all idiots he has just cemented Harry's loathing."

Sirius just stared in horror while Harry climbed up onto Leviathan and offered his free hand, pulling the man up he sat with the girl curled on his lap, and Sirius behind him as the dragon threw himself back, wings open they glided away from the tower.

Harry leaned over, whispering something to the dragon. The Sirius could only stare in horror as circled round higher and blast after blast shattered into the ranks of dementors, tearing them apart, freeing the devoured souls from within. The whole top spire of the prison was broken up, toppling bricks and roof into the ocean. Spells shot up from the boats, but the dragon was too high for them to reach, soon flying away, out of sight, heading over the mainland before veering west, but not without having destroyed the last of the dementors and freeing the tower from the fog and bathing it in light as the clouds parted and it stopped raining.

It took a while before they landed down in the ocean in South Ireland, un against the beach, and Sirius cried out as Leviathan burst away in a blast of purple light and pyreflies. Sirius hit the water with a splash while Harry landed on his feet thigh deep without a moment to worry. Harry had washed the child as best he could then, as he started walking up towards the house at the top, overlooking the sea.

"Come on, don't dillydally!" Harry called back, smirking as he left the water for the beach, and turned to see Sirius dragging himself out on his hands and knees panting for breath.

"That's alright for you to say!" Sirius panted tiredly. "You haven't spent ten years with dementors!" he complained while Harry grinned.

"Well don't worry, we'll make them all pay!" he replied, amused. "For what they've done to us, we will ruin them!"

"Us…?" Sirius asked panting out the small word, not understanding what was going on, and he would be in for the shock of his life.

Harry just shrugged as he turned and began walking up the beach to a large opening, sloping up towards the massive cottage with grass and trees.

Back on the northern coast of Scotland, Hestia could only have stared. She didn't know what she could do other than what she had. She had woken to find Hiro had left her alone. She felt bad at first that he left like that as she had given him her virginity, and she was pretty sure he was a one-of-a-kind man, and she was still a little sore. However, she had to shake away embarrassing thoughts when she remembered that he had wanted to break Sirius Black out of jail. She had quickly pulled on her clothes, doing up her robe, and then went outside, thankfully finding her wand when she saw the explosions.

Hestia had never seen Azkaban before, and didn't think it could ever be seen from the mainland. She had hoped Hiro had just changed his mind and left until the fog cleared in the explosion and the sun burst through the clouds. Her 'lover' just happened to have a freaking dementor murdering dragon to ride on. It was no wonder he was so confident in his mission.

Her mind had whirled as she wondered whether Sirius Black really was innocent, and an illegally imprisoned man, but she had to alert the aurors office and Law Enforcement anyway. She didn't really want to, but she would have been in trouble if she was found out. After all, Hiro hadn't been horrible to her, and she was certain he had nothing to do with blood purity. She was quite certain he didn't care about a person's blood as she was a half-blood herself and admitted it, and he didn't seem to give it any thought.

Hestia had spoken to Amelia Bones, her boss and head of the Department of Law Enforcement when she arrived with a large force of aurors. Even she had just stared out to see at the towers of Azkaban in awe. The tallest tower still had dark clouds and dementors, but most of them had been destroyed. She told the woman about Hiro, leaving out the personal details of her hormones, and that he was the hottest guy she had ever met with a body - well, anyway, Amelia had been doubtful about the dragon.

However, when the dementors' went to attack the top tower, the dragon had shown up again, and it was incredible. Amelia had sent aurors on some hidden boats Hestia didn't know about, and the dragon had streaked out of the water, scaling the tower with ease, shooting blasts of white power into dementors, destroying them for daring to attack its master.

The dragon then flew away with passengers and blasted more and more dementors, destroying them and freeing the souls from within. She had told Amelia that Sirius was supposedly illegally imprisoned, which seemed to have shocked the woman, and if it was true, she was likely going to get to the bottom of that as Amelia Bone was a friend of her mothers, so she knew her personally and knew she was a very good woman.

Hestia had been relieved of her duty and told to go home, however; she froze as she felt something sharp digging into her back. She looked around slightly to see an auror she knew was bad news from family and friends. She couldn't remember his name. He had filthy teeth and smelt bad with dirty brown robes, and a hateful expression aimed at her.

"Looks like this filthy half-breed took something that should go back to Azkaban now!" the man hissed at her from behind. "We can't have anyone finding out the truth about him now, can we? It would look bad. More good pureblood families will think about joining Potter than is healthy! I think I'll keep you. Have a little fun. Send a ransom into the paper. This half-breed will come for you and see me all over you, but he'll hand over-!"

Hestia had shivered in disgust and horror when the 'man' suddenly stopped talking and his wand left her back. Hestia looked around and down in shock to see him lying on the ground. His mucky eyes wide open and lifeless, not even the presence of shock or anguish. However, she could hear his voice and looked up to see a busty young woman wearing a purple robe over her body; it was undone but she couldn't see what she wore underneath. The robe looked like it had a life of its own, and her hands were small and light purple with near white markings.

Held up by his throat screaming and begging within black flames was the man dead on the floor. Red eyes glowed out of the girls' hood. The man was a glow of browns and blacks, sickly dull, and screaming out, struggling against the girl's grip. He was taller than her, yet she somehow held him off his feet, and Hestia didn't know what was going on.

She took a step back, her blue eyes wide with horror. The girl turned to her, the red in her eyes dulling, and she could almost feel the smirk. Then the girl spoke; her words were like fear and peace, rolled into one, gentle, and calm, sad, but holding a small note of hope.

"I do not take souls from bodies. Some are exceptions to the lore," she said softly like she hadn't spoken in a while. "Please tell Lord Hiro that I thank him. He delivered my souls from their damnation, and in return I save your soul and body from this foul being where he shall be dammed to be judged before the life force of this world."

Hestia didn't have a chance to say a thing when the girl disappeared in a blaze of purple flames, just a few embers flickering down to lay on the ground as she was gone with the man's soul, having torn it from his living body.

"Death…!"

Hestia was startled to turn and see a woman with dark red hair and wisps of grey tied up into a loose, messy bun. Amelia Bones looked at Hestia in awe.

"Y-you… this Hiro…" Amelia muttered thoughtfully. "When gods are involved in our world, it normally isn't a very good sign. It normally means someone has pissed one off beyond blasphemy considering most of the gods worshipped today have left, or ignore our world, but there are still some who stay, or visit as noted in history!"

"T-then what do we do?" Hestia asked, scared. "H-Hiro didn't seem like he was angry with me… he was nice and kind… he said Sirius Black was innocent and never convicted of a crime."

"Yes," Amelia agreed thoughtfully. "Then this may have something to do with Harry Potter, which means I may know who has pissed off a god!"

"W-who…?"

"Albus Dumbledore!"

Daily Prophet Special Report

BREAK IN AND ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN PRISON

SIRIUS BLACK

Known Death Eater

AT LARGE

Yesterday afternoon at roughly 2pm, an unknown man broke into Azkaban Prison using a dragon thought to be only myth. It is unknown how he, or anyone could control any dragon as they are notoriously strong willed, even attempts at training them from hatchlings has gone without success. Furthermore, any one man having gained control of what we have come to believe is the mythical dragon god, Leviathan is beyond amazing.

If it truly was the legendary King of the Seas as dragon researchers believe then books with drawn pictures will have to be altered to represent the facts. The dragon doesn't look much like the pictures depict: see below for a picture taken by aurors as the dragon escaped with this mysterious man and Sirius Black.

It is unknown why this mysterious stranger would set Black free, but as of yet the auror office is not connecting this with the Death Eaters or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It is suspicious, and we of the Daily Prophet shall keep you informed to the best of our abilities.

Sirius Black: Known Death Eater and killer of 13 muggles with a single spell was little in comparison to the dragon and its tamer. The beast singlehandedly destroyed EVERY last Dementors of Azkaban Prison. This means the prison is now guarded by a small army of wizards and witches to make up the huge loss of numbers.

It was believed that dementors were immortal and it was impossible to kill them, leaving us only able to ward them off, but we have testimony from eyes witnesses, one having been held captive by the mysterious Dragon Tamer. He informed this paper that the man had used fire and lightning magic without a wand and destroyed every dementor they came across in the prison.

The Minister of Magic has yet to comment, but his press secretary has said once they get any new information, we will be informed to report the news to you, the public…

Albus Dumbledore had paled; the colour draining from his cheeks as he sat back in his chair looking at the moving picture of a truly magnificent dragon as it streaked across the cold dark sky after its dementor murdering spree. He was sat in his office at Hogwarts alone to his thoughts. He tried not to think about the implications of this, not to mention a man slaughtering dementors, not that he cared about them. If they were all destroyed, it could only be a good thing for the world as they were despicable monsters.

However, Albus had also noticed that Harry Potter's vault keys were reclaimed, which meant the one's he had were destroyed, and he had a letter from Gringotts that morning telling him that they were investigating him for fraud and theft and that they've frozen all of his accounts, except a small amount they were allowing him to live on.

Albus could live with his funds being limited as he ate at Hogwarts anyway, but his access to Hogwarts funds had been completely revoked, and they were being audited. It was lucky he had kept his hands out of the schools' coffers. They were too small, and too closely monitored for him to do anything with anyway. It was really the possibility of having to pay back everything he took that was worrisome, but hopefully the goblins found that he wasn't a complete idiot, or a bad person.

He hadn't got that much money himself, and he had gotten carried away when all of those fools had needed financial help, and he thought about how many favours could have been called in once Voldemort returned. Now it could cost him more than just money. He was already dirt with quite a few people, and hiding the fact that Harry Potter had ran away somewhere a year ago hadn't worked well as bits and pieces slipped here and there, too much.

Maybe he shouldn't have thought it a good idea to fund his Order with the Potter funds at least. He could play off the rest as 'good' intentions and honestly not his problem, as the people he bailed out with Potter money would have to pay everything back with interest. He should have tried harder to get at Black's money, but that was a no go as the darker families were quite a bit more cautious with their money than light families.

Albus was only trying to help, and lots of the funds went to help fools who didn't have any insurance get back on their feet, which was a lot of people, as Death Eaters liked blowing things up. Though he wondered why he bothered, as they still didn't get insurance. They wouldn't have him or the Potter's funds to help them out again. If anything happened the goblins would take full claim over their businesses or homes, leaving them with nothing.

Dumbledore wasn't stupid and made sure that all of the properties and businesses he helped belonged to the Potter estate. Although he took the money without asking, he couldn't just give it away like that, magical lore would have been after his head for that kind of stupidity. Anyway, he felt bad for Harry and didn't want to be tormented in the afterlife by Lily - well any more than she will already for the whole ignoring her will thing.

He honestly didn't like leaving Harry with those vile Dursley's, but saw no choice, and sure, he knew Sirius was innocent, but couldn't prove it so didn't try to get him free, as everyone wanted to believe that he was born an evil Black, so would be evil, which gave a somewhat bad stigma to his cousin, Andromeda who also joined the good side and even married a muggle-born, likely the only reason she wasn't being accused of being a Death Eater too and in the cell next to him.

Speaking out in Sirius's defence would have unfortunately sullied his name in a time when somebody over the age of 15 months needed to stand as a beacon of hope. Dumbledore needed to be that beacon of protection, even if he wasn't that good at it; the people believed and saw what they wanted, no matter how foolish that was. Though, he sometimes wondered why he bothered as he could see this all coming to kick him in the butt, and very hard.

It looked like the goblins hadn't noticed the deeds he locked away yet or they would probably start charging rent, mortgage fees, and start calculating back payment fees on Harry's behalf, (if they weren't in the process of doing that already, so no one knew about it yet as it was private money business, and the goblins took that serious). Albus cringed. The goblins knew. They knew everything. They were going to cause a lot of people a lot of issues, and he was certain he was top of that list.

Dumbledore was concerned as he knew that barely anyone would be able to afford payments in money. None of the people the money helped were smart enough to ask for a contract stopping them from being charged, ever, but even if they had; his signature wouldn't have been good enough, but they would have been better with repayment plans.

He sighed, knowing it would only be a matter of time before all of those deeds would come to light and a lot of people would be made a lot poorer, and be royally peeved at him. It made him grimace thinking about all of the interest and back payments the goblins would add. Harry was likely going to get himself a lot of interesting conversations with fathers of the pureblood bloodlines that would follow magical lore to the letter.

Those purebloods who would otherwise care would overlook the fact Harry was a half-blood for the fact he was the Boy-Who-Lived, last remaining Potter, and heir to the Black line, some never having believed that Sirius was a Death Eater, and either not caring he was in jail, or never being able to prove his innocence, even though it never went to trial, but maybe Sirius would have evidence, or his mysterious saviour would.

Or Amelia would butt in. That woman scared the poop out of him.

It would mean Harry would have a legal guardian, so that Albus wouldn't have any control over him, and knowing Sirius, he would likely make sure that Harry had someone if something happened to him.

Dumbledore had been sending out letters to – well – honestly – they were to bug the hell out of the simple-minded muggles, and because he thought that whoever helped Harry away from them would be watching. If they were watching; they didn't care that Dumbledore sent letter to the Dursley's, but now Albus sent one out properly to find Harry rather than the Dursley's, and he wanted Harry to accept it, so hadn't pulled any tricks, but just sent the letter.

Albus's thoughts made him feel queasy about all of the debt people were going to be in with the Potter family, or should he say Harry as he was the last. Maybe he should have thought things through more and charged all of those families at reasonable rates, and he could only hope that when the goblins speak to Harry that he would be reasonable. If Harry had even a moment of pettiness and demanded everything straight out, he would become the sole owner of a lot of people's hard work and dreams, but hopefully he didn't get his father's pettiness, but his mother's – oh – that could be worse, but at least it was smarter, and wouldn't potentially bring the magical world into a recession.

Dumbledore sighed, maybe he should have at least checked up on the boy over the years, and then he could have nudged him to do the 'right' thing. He didn't trust those moron Dursley's, but he had little choice because of lore of magic, and if not Dursley's he would have had to go to someone, and though he could trust Andromeda Tonks, nee Black with Harry's care he couldn't trust that Malfoy's wouldn't try to take him, claiming Andromeda was disowned by the Black name so had no right.

Albus didn't want the boy dead, badly treated, or worse if the Malfoy's had him, going down a dark and depraved path, so he had to disregard Lily's will because the magical world would if the likes of Malfoy or other purebloods with connections to Harry through blood or the Black name got to the right people. If he was taken by bad people like them, then he might slip out of the light and into the darkness. He already made that mistake when dealing with Tom Riddle; he had needed help, encouragement and friendship, but he never got that chance, so Dumbledore hoped he hadn't ruined anything for Harry.

However, if his keys to Harry's vault were gone, it could mean that Harry might find out, or odder and less likely that Harry was responsible. Maybe this mysterious Dragon Tamer could know the truth about Sirius, and if he did; he might have been the one to get to Harry. He was certain Sirius would look for Harry.

Meanwhile, Harry had reverted his age to eleven to get used to being small again, not that it showed with his muscles. Sirius was sitting opposite him at the breakfast table shortly after the jailbreak. Sirius was stuffing his face still after he had a nice long relaxing sleep. The brunette girl Harry had so kindly rescued had been cleaned up by Harry, and was in some track bottoms and a tee shirt that were a little big on her even after Sirius shrunk them to fit better.

Sirius was convinced the girl was his somewhat niece; all things considered, as he could only think of one female Death Eater that would be in maximum security, and she was his cousin.

"Bellatrix Lestrange?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed watching the girl in pity.

It made them both sick that the Ministry would be so cruel. She couldn't talk, ate like an animal, and meat made her sick from just trial and error.

Harry had to make her some vitamin potions with Sirius containing baby formula from the muggle world, as witches didn't use it. They added in some vegetables mashed up in the food processor as when Mr. Manager said the cottage was all sorted, it had everything and more.

The vegetables were for those natural nutrients etc., which everybody should need. It was surprising that she ate it out of the bowl with her face in it. She had dirtied herself up and it had taken Harry so long to clean her of all the muck before. He would be sure that he would be cleaning her every minute of every day if he didn't put her food in a bottle.

Harry felt it was easier feeding her from the baby bottle, and she was calmer with it and relaxed on Harry's lap. It took a few scans to realise that her body couldn't process meat so soon they would try her on some soft fruits first. It would help if they could risk taking her to a healer, but it was too much of a risk. They would have to do their best until they cleared Sirius's name.

Harry had also made it clear to Sirius that yes; he was Harry Potter, and that he had some godly time and reality powers. Sirius had laughed quite a lot at that as he realised that was how Harry was so easily 'conquering' Azkaban, and how he got the dragon summons.

Sirius had thought the paper was amusing as it had given Harry the title 'Dragon Tamer'. Well, at least Harry thought it was cooler than the stupid Boy-Who-Lived title.

"So, you're really going to go to Hogwarts with Dumbledore there?" Sirius asked sceptically.

Harry smirked and nodded while the girl sat in his lap drinking her mix of things that would make anyone else sick. Her eyes were blank, but she seems to be a little clingy to Harry. She would have to get used to her uncle as he would be looking after her for a while, if he could manage.

"Yeah," Harry said munching some toast as he looked over a letter from Gringotts. It made him smile and laugh shaking his head. "Oh, you know how Dumbledore was using my money to help out morons with no insurance?"

"Yeah," he replied looking confused.

Harry smirked at him. "The old man left all of the loan deeds in my vault. I'm owed millions in back payments and interest, maybe billions when the audit has been complete," he told him laughing.

Sirius's eyes widened in awe as he looked over the letter and whistled. "I guess the old man isn't completely stupid… or maybe he is-…"

Harry shook his head smiling in amusement. "I have an idea that might be amusing. As I said, I want to get the old man back for doing what he thought was best rather than what would have been best by me."

Sirius was spared from answering as an owl flew in through the window. The owl was carrying a letter, and landed next to Harry; he took the letter from its leg before quickly saving it from the girl as she went to manhandle it in curiosity, which he would take as a good sign.

Harry grinned and opened his letter.

"Dear, Mr. Potter we are pleased to inform you… blah blah blah…" he muttered as he read the letter. "Well, I have some things to get done, so Sirius, take care of… umm…" he frowned in thought as he tied the return slip to the owl and let it fly away. "How about… Tifa...? It was my... well, my not-quite-grandmothers name on my father's side-… Tifa Yevon?"

"Black," Sirius corrected with a smug look while Harry rolled his eyes. "But as names go, it's as fine a name as any," he said with a shrug. "I already have a Dora for a cousin. Last I heard she hated her full name so I shortened it to that, so weird is all good I guess."

"Okay, Tifa it is then," Harry said smiling at the girl as she finished her liquid breakfast.

It was a few days later, and 'innocent', eleven-year-old Harry Potter was wearing a black suit with white shirt and black tie and shiny black shoes, and carrying a large black suitcase. He walked into a busy and cramped office building down the back of Diagon Alley. He had to dodge and avoid people running around and paper birds flying all over the place.

Harry tried to get the reception woman's attention but she just ignored him. He had even done his hair up to come here. He need not have bothered. These people were worse dressed than a neanderthal. He had expected something like out of the sixties at least but this was worse, and out of the Stone Age.

Shaking his head, Harry just walked into the building and took the stairs up to the next floor where he saw loads of reporters at desks with typewriters busying away. He was surprised they even got a paper out on time with this disarray.

Harry walked through the centre of desks while wondering whether it would be easier, and quicker to start his own newspaper from scratch. He sighed as he walked up some stairs at the end, not one person giving him more than a slight glance. He could rob this place or just pop in his own story and it would get published by mistake.

Shrugging Harry was going to knock on the door that said: 'Editor', but just barged in instead – you never know what you might catch someone doing. Harry hit the jackpot. What he saw should have made him blush, being only eleven, but he had seen naked girls before. He had even done some naughty things with one of them the day before, and the other probably didn't count as it was his big sister.

However, he had never seen anything like a fat old man only in his underpants with two women (about thirty odd) wearing leathers with boobs hanging out and lower areas on display, having been tied up and was having his arse spanked. Harry looked to the door, realised that his break Materia had gone off automatically, and unsealed the lock – and probably locking magic.

"Oops," Harry said nervously and disgusted. "Isn't prostitution illegal, even in the magical world, so you're obviously not some prostitutes, are you?" he asked because Harry knew this guy was not rich enough to afford these two every day, and was certainly not some pretty boy player.

The two women quickly shook their heads nervously as Harry looked at their normal clothes around the room.

"And you haven't been soliciting women for naughty things, have you Mr.?" Harry asked the pale man and he shook his head vigorously.

"That's what I thought," Harry agreed as he picked up a camera from a side table and they hadn't moved from their position through shock. It showed a full roll of film, and Harry took several pictures before they moved, the women pulling their clothes up to themselves to hide their shame.

"Now why don't you lovely ladies get dressed and go home," Harry said as he pulled out a small bag of galleons and tossed it to one of them. "I have some business to discuss with the Daily Prophet's editor, don't I, Sir?"

"Y-yes of course," he was quick to say, sweat dripping from his brow.

Harry let the women dress as he un-cuffed the editor. The editor went for the camera but Harry just kicked him in the gut where he fell to his knees coughing and wheezing.

"Now that wasn't very nice," Harry said. "These pictures don't have to see the light of day, Sir. I doubt I'll have to publish them, and I'm sure you'll be better off for hearing me out."

Harry laughed as the man looked up as the women quickly left his office and closed the door behind them.

"I'm Harry Potter and I've come to give your paper an interview-."

The fat editors' eyes widened in shock as Harry passed him a parchment document, and the more he read, the more he wet his lips with greed and hunger.

"Sirius Black is innocent," he said in awe. "Then… oh yes, this will get at that freak Fudge. If we can shed light on-," he paused as Harry laughed.

"The fact Sirius was illegally imprisoned?" Harry asked whimsically. "Possibly the fact that Dumbledore never questioned it, and chose not to prevent it from happening. It wasn't even Fudge who put him there."

"Yes yes," the editor said with a wicked grin. "Both Dumbledore and Fudge, yes, everybody likes to hear about misdeeds, but you're right. We can only put that Fudge allowed his continued imprisonment without giving him his rights of a trial by his peers."

"Fudge maybe a hard target, but," Harry laughed as he opened his briefcase and some large files tumbled out next to the fat man. He grabbed one as Harry closed his case and looked it over with his eyes wide open.

"T-these are copies of deeds that you own," he said in awe. "T-that's a lot… but wait, Dumbledore used your family wealth for-."

"Exactly and never charged any rent, or collected loan repayments," he said with a shrug. "Mortgages, businesses, homes, property and land, all owing me money; all because of Dumbledore taking advantage of my money and them stupidly not paying their insurance premiums."

"T-this is a lot," the editor said shaking his head in awe. "W-what do you plan to do with all this?" he asked as he grabbed a self-ink quill and notebook.

Harry chuckled in thought. "First, put some clothes on!" Harry demanded and the editor looked down, cheeks darkening before he quickly pulled his trousers back on with shirt and doing up the buttons before looking to Harry expectantly.

"Well," Harry began. "I'm of course willing to set up a payment plans with those unable to pay the back payment and interest straight up. However, if they have something of value and interest to the heir of the Potter and Pendragon line-."

"Y-you're the last Pendragon," he said in shock while furiously writing. "T-this is news worthy, oh yes, stealing from the Pendragon vault," he said with a shake of his head.

"Well yes. But anyway, as I was saying. If any of these companies or families have anything I might find of worth, I'm willing to wave all interest fees and back payments as a good will gesture. It doesn't even have to be worth the same as they owe, but can be valuable in any other way, magical heirlooms, etc., as I am quite reasonable."

"Yes yes of course Mr. Potter," he agreed readily. "That is a lot more than anyone else would be willing to accept. Many others would make people homeless, taken over businesses, fire people. I think this is more than reasonable."

Harry nodded with a shrug. "I'm also willing to sell to my clients; of course, they'll have back payments, unpaid rent and interest if they pay its worth. But my manager at Gringotts has informed me that if I charge at least between three to five times the agents recommended price that I could just wave the rest of the charges as good will, as long as the business or home has no strategic value to me.

"I'm also more than willing to offer these people mortgages, or for companies payment plans to purchase their business outright at very low interest rates, of course."

"O-of course," the editor agreed hungrily. "So, now that bits out of the way, where have you been these past ten years. Albus Dumbledore has just stated that you've been living with your mother's muggle family… you supposedly disappeared a year ago…"

Harry sighed and nodded. "That is unfortunate but true. I want it made clear that I have nothing against muggles. In most cases, they are very nice people, but my aunt had been jealous of my mother's magic and they took it out on me.

"I've recently seen my mother's will and it said that she would have rather that I be put into muggle care than go to her sister and brother-in-law," he said as he passed a copy to the editor. "It didn't even give any kind of custody to Albus Dumbledore.

"I have discovered that Albus Dumbledore not only sealed my parents will, but he left me on a doorstep on the first on November. I can only imagine that I was lucky that I wasn't kidnapped, or got hypothermia and died. I had apparently been hit by the killing curse and I don't believe that I was seen by a doctor, sorry… medi-wizard or healer.

"Then, the next few years of my life, well, I can only imagine what they did to me, but after. They treat me like crap, beat me for what I now understand is accidental magic, and my bedroom was a cupboard under the stairs while their fat bullying son had two rooms and they had a guest room."

Harry paused here for the fat greedy man to catch up before continuing. "I don't know how or why the other muggles didn't ever see through my aunts and uncles lies about me, but they wouldn't even listen to their children as they knew, and I'm sure somewhere after I left last year that someone must have investigated-."

"Obviously magic," the editor said hungrily. "To make sure the muggle authorities didn't come and take you from them," he said as he wrote away.

"Yes, I had thought about that," he agreed nodding. "I had kind of made a friend. He was a wizard and told me all about it, but he died of an illness even magic couldn't cure. I was horrified that my relatives were going to his funeral. However, I accidently jumped… umm… sorry, apparated in my anger and I was there.

"I knew what I was, even who I was thanks to him, so I said my last goodbyes and comforted his little cousin before giving my relative a piece of my mind, and telling them that I know. I'm afraid I didn't know about the statue of security but I don't think the other adults would believe me, even after I jumped again.

"But this time it wasn't me who did it. I don't know how but… he set me up and helped me, but I haven't seen him since that day. He said I won't, and told me what to do to protect myself from Dumbledore. I think he's that Dragon Tamer man who broke Sirius Black out of jail, and he's trying to help us put things right, but I haven't met Sirius yet..."

"Yes, yes," the editor said with a wide grin. "The Dragon Tamer, destroyer of dementors, and hero to the Boy-Who-Lived, and Sirius Black."

"Yes," Harry said with a tired sigh. "I just hope that Sirius will be pardoned soon so I can get to meet him."

The next morning in his quarters, Albus Dumbledore could only feel sick as he read that morning edition of the Daily Prophet newspaper. It didn't have a picture of Harry and just said he wanted to keep his privacy for as long as he could. However, it did make Albus out to be an idiot and a thief, and confirmed everything that happened at the funeral the year before.

He rubbed his brow as he knew that Dragon Tamer was going to be more trouble than breaking Sirius out of jail. The only mildly good thing that came out of this was Harry had replied to his Hogwarts letter.

However, if Albus didn't down play his fiddling with Harry's money at least a little he may lose his job at Hogwarts. Not only that but Harry had managed to find out and reveal his heritage as the last Pendragon, which seemed to have people snooping to see whose bloodline.

They only seemed to be interested in the two most famous Pendragon's, Arthur and Morgana. Albus was not sure which himself and just hoped if these nosy busybodies found out that it was Arthur. He might not have been a wizard, but it was better than being a descendant of the most famous Dark Lady in wizarding history. She was a woman who would have put Voldemort in his place without trying very hard, even though she wasn't anywhere near as cruel as him. Dumbledore supposed he could at least spin that in a good way if he had too.

But Albus still quivered at the thought. Morgana would have made Voldemort bow to her power. He dread to think what would happen if Harry followed her path. No, he shook away that terrible thought and took a deep breath. He's screwed up enough now so he had to have some luck.

If Albus played his cards more carefully from now on he could get on Harry's good side and guide him to the light whether he's Morgana's descendant or not. He nodded to himself as a plan came to mind with a smile. He could help get Sirius properly freed, now, and set right what he had royally screwed up.

It was a start, but he was not crazy enough to think that it would be that easy.

to be continued...