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Note: I'm assuming that you already know the basic story of Harry Potter from books 1 through 5.

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Chapter Eleven: Mission Impossible

Day Three, Morning:

"I just got my parents back and then Voldemort gets them again!" Harry raged as he stormed back and forth across the living room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. "Why does this always happen to me!"

"Harry, calm down," Sirius pleaded. "There's nothing you can do."

"No? I have to try!"

"You can't, Harry. Voldemort's taken them to Azkaban. No one has ever come back from there alive except for a few Death Eaters."

"Technically, I was a Death Eater," his godson snapped. Then, a thought struck him. "Azkaban? Voldemort's taken over Azkaban?"

"Yeah, about two years ago."

Harry's gaze was full of determination. "I'm going. Try to stop me if you like, but I am NOT leaving my parents in that awful place! Where's my trunk?"

"Probably still at Godric's Hollow. But, Harry —"

The teen had Flooed out before Sirius could complete his statement.

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Day Three, Afternoon:

Knowing that it would be foolish to infiltrate Azkaban without some sort of plan, Harry dug out his pensieve and sifted through it for any pertinent information. A few minutes of searching told him two important things: Azkaban was still guarded by dementors, and the cells were keyed to only the Dark mark, or Parseltongue. That was all the information he needed. In this world, he had been to the prison once or twice, and knew his way around reasonably well.

'Great! I'm all set then,' he thought to himself, as he strapped on his wand holsters and various weapons. 'Let's see, what else might I need? Maybe I should take Dad's invisibility cloak. I guess it would be in his room. Ah, there it is. I wonder if I should leave a note. Naw, Sirius will know where I went.'

He chose to use his Animagus form to get there. A flash of fire later, he appeared over the ocean surrounding the dark, gloomy island. Taking a deep breath, he dove through the wards and circled the fortress slowly.

'Now where would Voldemort put them? Probably in the top security cells. Hmm.' Quickly, he squeezed through a window into an abandoned room and transformed back, sliding under the invisibility cloak immediately. Creeping silently through the corridors, Harry made his way into the depths of Azkaban.

Nothing hindered him until he was close to where he guessed his parents were. As he was about to start calling for them, two dementors turned the corner.

"Expecto patronum!" he muttered. Not bothering to watch his Patronus, he ran down the hall, pausing to peer into each cell. "Mum? Dad? Can you guys hear me? Hello?"

"Harry?" James' voice drifted through the building. "Harry, is that you?"

"Where are you?" he called back.

"I think we're somewhere towards your right."

Harry sighed with relief when he found them. "Dad, are you okay? Where's Mum?" His father motioned to the far corner of the chamber.

"She's sleeping. I'm fine, just a little sore. But how are you going to get us out of here?"

"Well…promise not to judge me by this?"

"What are you talking about?"

The teen gulped and said softly, "Dad, I'm a Parselmouth."

"Really? How?"

"Never mind that." Leaning closer, Harry saw that a small black snake was etched in the wall. "Open," he hissed softly in Parseltongue. The door swung open easily and he stepped inside. "Do you have your wands?"

James shook his head. "I dropped mine before I got grabbed and so did your mother, I think."

"Okay then, they're probably still back at the house. Mum, it's time to wake up now."

Lily blinked and rolled over. "What? Harry?"

"Come on; we need to get moving before Voldemort finds out I'm here."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, than a surge of pain from his scar made him double over, gasping. A cold, chilling feeling swept over him as several dementors approached, and in the distance, he could sense the Dark Lord coming.

He made up his mind quickly. "Dad, here's your invisibility cloak. Can you and Mum sneak out? I'll cover for you."

"I'm not leaving you here!" James protested. "He'll kill you!"

Smiling ruefully, Harry handed his father his spare wand, tossed the cloak over both his parents, and shoved them out of the cell. "In my world, I've faced Voldemort five — no, six — times and I'm still not dead. Now go that way. If you swim out a short ways into the ocean, you should be able to get past the wards and Apparate out. Go!"

Before either of them could stop him, he whirled around and ran towards the dementors, brandishing his wand. "Expecto patronum!" They gave way before the silver stag, allowing Harry to charge through.

"Well, well, if it isn't my heir," a mocking voice sneered. Voldemort leaned against the wall casually as Harry tried to catch his breath. "Tell me, Harry, what made you betray me? I'm terribly hurt."

"Good for you," Harry gasped. "Stupefy!"

"Protego," the Dark Lord murmured lazily. "Imperio!"

The spell hit its target dead on, but Harry focused his thoughts and shook it off, sending a stream of curses in return. For what seemed like hours, they dueled ferociously, matching teacher against student, villain against hero.

"Why don't you give up, Harry?" Voldemort asked, his tone almost kind. "You'll never win against me."

"I will!" his erstwhile apprentice shouted defiantly. "Good will always triumph over evil!"

"When did you become such a Gryffindor? You know, I suspected that you would change sides when I saw your phoenix Animagus form. After all, how could such a Light creature represent my own heir?"

Pausing only to dodge a curse, Voldemort continued his rant. "But you seemed to be such a devoted Death Eater that I passed it off as being perhaps a sign of your birth, since you were born of one of the greatest Light families ever. It never mattered much, especially when I saw that you couldn't duplicate any of the magical properties of a phoenix. I thought it wasn't worth my attention. A foolish mistake, I admit. Now, I see your true colors."

'Magical properties? But I can travel by phoenix flight!' Harry mused in surprise. 'Wait a minute! Maybe I can get out of here. I can't believe I didn't think of this before!'

"Thanks for reminding me!" he chuckled. Transforming, he summoned as much energy as he could and vanished.

Seconds later, a phoenix materialized in the Potter's living room, shifted back into a teenage boy, and collapsed.