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Barty Crouch Jr. could not believe it. He had found his master. Although his master was in a weakened state and closely resembled a baby with an oversized head, he was still alive. He knew that he was not dead.

After placing his father under the Imperius Curse he took off in search for his Lord. He had spent three days searching the woods in which he was rumored to have vanished to before he turned his sights to the house that belonged to his Lord's father. It was a long shot, but he remembered his master once telling a story of how he killed his father in that very house. As luck would have it his master was indeed there.

He had fallen to his knees as soon as he spotted his weakened Lord and offered him his services in any way shape and form. The Dark Lord was eager to accept Barty since he returned out of pure loyalty.

Barty informed his Lord of all that had been going on in the magical world making sure to mention the muggle overthrow and the weapons that they possessed. Needless to say his Lord was less than pleased. All those years he had spent planning to take control of the wizarding world and all of a sudden a group of muggles does it in a few days? Barty shared the thought that it was a huge humiliation.

Barty knew that he and his master would need to take action. "As it is now our government is adjusting to the change," Barty told him. "My father is under the Imperius Curse. He still has his position within the Ministry, we can use him."

"Good," Voldemort rasped out in a dry tone. "But it is not good enough."

"My Lord?" Barty asked.

"We need more people, more followers," Voldemort said. "The Ministry is weak at the moment so we need more people so that we may take control."

"My Lord all of the remaining followers have been executed," Barty told him. "Those muggles saw to that."

"Not those within Azkaban."

"My Lord how would we even do that?" Barty asked.

"Similar to the way you escaped," Voldemort told him. "For however many of my followers are within Azkaban go and find elderly muggles to fill their places in the prison. Since they will be muggles they will die much quicker from dementor exposure."

Barty couldn't help but think that his master was a true genius. The Dark Lord was the true embodiment of Slytherin. He would be together with his old comrades once again and then nothing would be able to stop them.

Bellatrix could hear the sounds of her husband and brother talking in the cell next to hers. She couldn't hear what it was they were talking about and she really didn't care. She wasn't even all that close to her husband she had just married because it had been arranged and it was expected of her. She would have much preferred the Dark Lord, but his blood was far purer than she could ever hope for.

She had been so proud to have served her Lord faithfully. One of the fondest memories she had was torturing the Longbottom couple. That memory kept her from going insane. Well more insane than what she already was. She had other memories, but none so as fond as that one. Being in a maximum security cell one had to figure out a way to stay sane.

Her cousin Sirius seemed close to cracking before he got a trial. She hadn't heard the sound of the dementors dragging him back to his cell that day so she could only assume that he had been sent free. No surprise there, Sirius had been kicked out from the family because he didn't follow the Dark Lord's teachings. It was only a matter of time before someone figured that out.

She of course despised her cousin for that fact. Sirius was a pureblood he should act like it and accept the Dark Lord. His mother had every right to do what she did.

She couldn't help but wonder how her sister was doing. Last she heard she had a son with Lucius. Sissy should be well off, Malfoy no doubt has the Ministry in his pocket.

More importantly she wondered about her Lord. Where was he? She knew for a fact that he was not dead, she could feel it, there was no way a child had the power to vanquish a wizard as powerful as him. He was probably out hiding and trying to gather followers. If she ever got out of this cell she would track him down in a heartbeat and pledge her unwavering loyalty to him.

Her husband and his brother continued to talk about whatever, until she heard the sound of their cell door being opened. She heard a man's voice start to talk to them. What was this? People like them never got any visitors, unless it was the dementors who came to suck what joy they had left out from their beings. It was quiet for awhile until she heard the sound of her cell being opened.

Standing in the doorway was the very same man who had sentenced her here for life imprisonment: Barty Crouch Sr.

"What are you doing here?!" Bellatrix spat at the man's feet. "Come here to gloat? Well go ahead I'm not embarrassed for what I've done. I don't regret a thing."

Crouch pulled two things from his robes, the first being his wand, and the second a snail. He set the snail on the floor next to her and with a flick of his wand cast a disillusion charm on her. Before she could even ask what this was all about she felt a hand clasp around her mouth.

"Bellatrix it's me," the voice of her husband said. He too had been put under the charm. "I think he's trying to get us out. He must be under the Imperius Curse."

Now that she looked more closely at Crouch, the man's eyes did seemed glazed over. It would appear that someone was on their side. She stood up when Crouch beckoned them out of the cell.

They did not leave right away. Crouch actually made a few more stops to some of the other high security cells. She saw that with each cell and inmate Crouch would do the exact same thing: place a snail in the cell and put a charm over the inmate.

Soon their numbers included Dolohov, Mulciber, Travers, and Rookwood. All of them Death Eaters. It became clear to Bellatrix that whoever managed to pull this off was themselves a Death Eater, but for what purpose she did not know.

Once crouch had collected everyone he led the way down to the lower level of the prison. Two dementors floated right next to the heavy steel door that led to the outside. She knew that dementors could see people even if they were invisible, but Crouch just continued on walking like nothing was wrong. Was this part of the plan? Hesitantly she walked past the dementors who seemed to know she was there, but yet made no attempt to stop her. She was out. After eleven years she was finally out.

She and the others continued to follow Crouch to a small wooden boat that tied to the pier leading off the small spit of land that housed the famed prison. An expansion charm was put on the boat since they wouldn't have fit otherwise.

"I gotta say," her husband spoke up once the boat began to steer itself away from the prison, "who would have thought that Barty Crouch would have helped us escape?"

"It's not that surprising is it?" a new voice spoke. Bellatrix looked around the boat as far as she could see no one else was in the boat although there was an empty seat next to Crouch. All of a sudden another man appeared in the spot next to Crouch. He had been wearing an Invisibility Cloak. "I mean Barty Crouch is still a Death Eater."

The former inmates showered him with a barrage of questions. "How did you escape?" Rookwood asked.

"Similar to all of you only I used polyjuice potion," Barty said. "You see dementors keep track of how many people come into the prison. You might have also noticed my father left a snail in each of your cells. They were all muggles who I transfigured. And since they detected the same amount of people coming in as they did leaving, they will never be the wiser."

"Genius," Dolohov said. "How did you come up with it?"

"Oh it was not my plan," Barty said. "You have our Lord to thank for that." Hearing those words made Bellatrix the happiest she had ever felt. It was good to be free.