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On an Island, far to the north, sat Azkaban Fortress. Once, the island was home to Morgan Le Fey and her two apprentices. Once the magic the surrounded the island made it a warm pleasant place, if one ignored who lived there. But that was ages ago. Now the old fortress housed criminals and dementors, foul creatures that feed on a persons happy thoughts and feelings, leaving them their fears and, usually, insane. The old magic had long since faded, leaving the island open to the elements of the northern seas. The chilling effect of the dementors hadn't helped.
But the fortress was still foreboding and it was still feared, albeit for different reasons. The witches and wizards inside the fortress were still feared, the most feared witches and wizards alive to be precise. The dementors were the bane of all, for only those without happy memories were immune to their effect. But what people truly feared, was being sent to fortress.
Time had stripped Azkaban of it's grandeur. Unlike Hogwarts castle, which had been maintained and taken care of, Azkaban fortress was allowed to sit, allowed to rot. And when the fortress was finally claimed, it was gutted. What was once home to Morgan Le Fey, was turned into a prison. It's once elegant and beautiful interior became nothing but stone walls and steel doors. Even the small section were the few human guards and the wardens stayed were spartan, as no one, aside from the prisoners and dementors, ever remained stationed at the prison longer than a week at a time.
Azkaban, like Hogwarts however, was sentient. The magic that had always surrounded and permeated the island and it's residents had imbedded itself in it's walls. But unlike Hogwarts Castle, Azkaban was full of sorrow and pain. The magic imbedded in it's ancient stones reflected this. Even under the rule of the Le Fay, the place was built as a fortress, as a building meant for war and death. Even when the halls were filled with signs of life, happiness, and harmless spells, it still recognized what it was.
When she returned, the fortress recognized her. It could not shield her from the dementors, nor did it wish to. The fortress had simple commands embedded in it's very stones. Commands that it consciously hid and acted upon. Commands that even the great wizard Merlin could not find and destroy.
Azkaban knew that one of it's mistresses had returned.
In a hidden chamber, deep beneath the ground floor of the the fortress, sat a circle of ancient stones. Runes had been etched upon every square inch of their surfaces. When it's mistress returned, Azkaban began to channel it's magic into the stones and into the runes.
All the fortress need do was wait.
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Thirteen Years later
Albus Dumbledore called an emergency meeting of the Order of the Phoenix
All of the orders members were in attendance in the dinning room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, graciously lent to the Order by Sirius Black.
"Okay Albus," Minerva Mcgonagall asked, "what is this about?"
The old headmaster, sitting at the head of the table sighed as he ran a hand over his tired face. "There have been two disturbing turn of events. Kingsley, I'll let you go first."
The black Auror stood up. "Sometime in the last few hours, Bellatrix Lestrange escaped from Azkaban Prison." He looked at Sirius. "The ministry, in there efforts not to admit You-know-who's return, is going to say that she most likely had your help Sirius."
Sirius Black, Godfather to Harry Potter and Bellatrix's cousin sighed. "Any idea how she escaped? Last I knew she wasn't an animagus."
Albus answered the question. "No one knew you, James, or Peter were animagus aside from Remus and I'm guessing a few others. She may very well have been. Unfortunately, that is not the most pressing matter at this point. Alastor, if you would."
Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody spoke up from were he was leaning against the wall. "Harry's gone. He disappeared about two hours ago while I was on watch." he pointed at his magical eye. "All I saw was a red light surrounding him and he was gone. I couldn't find anything else indicating where he's gone either."
"We have to find him," Sirius said immediately.
"Unfortunately, as Alastor just pointed out, we have no idea were to look," Dumbledore said flatly.
"Surely there's something we can do?" Molly Weasley asked.
Dumbledore looked over at Severus Snape. "Harry, it appears, was magicked away. That suggest some outside force. Severus, has Voldemort spoken of any plans regarding Harry?"
The potions master shook his head. "As far as I'm aware, his only plans thus far include a mass breakout of Azkaban, although he hasn't said when, and attempting to collect the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries."
"Then we must assume Harry left of his own free will. We'll station people at the Leaky cauldron and Diagon Alley to keep an eye out for him. They're the most likely places he is to go, aside from the Burrow." He looked over at Arthur and Molly. "Would you permit us to station someone at your home in case Harry shows up there. He is not aware that you and your family have moved in here for now."
Arthur nodded. "Of course. I'll even take the first watch if you'd like."
"Thank you Arthur."
"What about Aunt Bellatrix," Nymphadora Tonks, Bellatrix's niece and an Auror, asked. "She is dangerous."
"I'm afraid we won't find Bellatrix until she does something dangerous," Dumbledore sighed.
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1042 years ago
A woman of average height, with unremarkable brown hair that fell to her waist, watched as the circle of stones began to glow. She covered her eyes when a bright red light flared, leaving two people laying in the middle of the circle.
The woman frowned, not out of unhappiness, but in thoughtfulness. She thought this ritual would only bring her one person to teach. Then again, all it had specified was bringing her a student from the future she could send back. She dared not take any apprentices from this time, Merlin would kill them, merely to keep her knowledge from spreading. This way, her knowledge would survive her. She knew she would die, the when was what was in question.
Morgan Le Fay walked to the center of the stones and noticed the two people. The first was a young boy, probably in his early teens. He had messy black hair and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. She detected a foreign presence in his scar, she'd have to do something about that later. He was also skinny and she noticed that his back, he had appeared wearing only pants of some sort, was covered in scars, as were a few other places.
The witch turned to examine the second person. She was obviously much older than the boy, although it appeared that she'd aged prematurely. Gray in her dull black hair, a shallow, shrunken appearance to her face. The clothes she wore covered her body, but from what Morgan could see, she was appeared to be rather slim. And she was covered in grime and dirt.
Morgan Le Fay smiled to herself. It appeared that both of these people had hard lives if the conditions of there bodies were anything to go by. That was good, considering the training she had planned for them. But first she had to heal there various maladies. "Boxer! Winnie!" she called for her two house-elves.
The two elves appeared instantly and waited silently for there orders. "Boxer, take the boy up and find him a room. Make sure he doesn't leave until I see him. Winnie, Same for the woman."
The two elves bowed and walked over to there charges.
Once the elves were gone, Morgan turned and walked towards Azkaban's dungeon. She had work to do, and she would need some energy to do it.
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Thirty days after the disappearance of Harry and Bellatrix
Two figures appeared in a flash of red light in the middle of Azkaban's hidden chamber.
The first figure would be easily recognized as Bellatrix Lestrange, at least to everyone else. Bellatrix Potter-Le Fay was the witch's new name, at least new to everyone else. She and Harry had been husband and wife for twenty years to them. She appeared similar to how she had disappeared a moth ago. Her hair, although now shiny and full of life, had streaks of white running through it. Her body was no longer shrunken and skeleton like. Instead, her hourglass shaped figure was full and fresh. Her toned body also would show her muscles if she showed much skin. And her violet eyes, which had grown dull and lifeless due to her years surrounded by the dementors, now shown brilliantly with a spark of life, and a hint of danger. She wore a figure hugging red dress and a black, hooded cloak. A choker around her neck held a silver pendant, displaying the Le fey family crest, And a goblin made wedding band sat on her left ring finger.
The second figure wouldn't be so easily recognized. In fact, the only thing people were likely to recognize were Harry Potter-Le Fay's emerald green eyes. His hair now fell down his back, tied back in a ponytail. A neatly trimmed black beard also covered his face. Both had strands of steel gray hair running through them. Gone were his glasses and lightning bolt scar. He was also taller, standing a a good 6'2", about five inches taller than his wife. No longer was he skinny. While he wasn't a body builder, his body was now muscular, despite his apparent age. A scar ran just over his left eye running from about half an inch above it to an inch bellow , he had purposely left it, telling Bellatrix that he liked the dangerous look it gave him. He wore an identical wedding band to Bellatrix's, aside from size, on his left ring finger. Another ring sat on his right ring finger, the signet ring of of the Le fay family. His pants were black dragon hide, as was his vest. His red shirt matched his wife's dress. And like her, he also wore a black hooded cloak.
"How long did she say we'd been been gone?" Harry asked his wife.
Bellatrix smiled at her husband. "Mother said one day for every year."
"So thirty years." Harry snorted. "We've only been gone a bloody month."
"Arawn," Bellatrix chided sternly. "A lot can happen in a month. You remember the damned trip to Africa mother took us on, don't you?"
"Sorry love, you've got a very good point." He looked around the room. "So what's first on the agenda?"
Bellatrix smiled. "Unfortunately, Azkaban is needed as a prison at the moment. But I do believe we have one or two visits we need to make while we're her. I need to finalize my divorce after all."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I really hope your talking about Ole' Rudy."
Bellatrix chuckled as she patted her husbands shoulder. "I wouldn't do that to you. Your too good in bed."
"So there is a reason you keep me around after all?"
"Of course," Bellatrix said as she walked over to open the door. "You're my own personal sex slave."
Harry chuckled as drew his wand, silver, 13 ½ inches with a basilisk fang and some of Bellatrix's blood as the core. "There are worse occupations to have."
"Too true my husband, too true," Bellatrix said as as she drew her own wand, marble, 12 ¾ inches with a nundu claw and some of Harry's blood as the core.
Together, the two of them set about opening the chamber.
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A/n- Hope you like. Please review.
I plan on going back and forth between past and present. And Harry and Bellatrix were in the past for thirty years, I am not going to cover all of those years, for obvious reasons. And the reason Harry and Bellatrix have different wands is simple, they obviously didn't have their own wands on them when they were pulled back in time.