A/n- Check out my challenges in my forum, please.

And I am going to try and stay consistent, and I apologize for not catching my many errors. But in this story it is meant to be Le Fey and not Le Fay. I do apologize. Also, rather than saying how many years ago when I switch back and forth between past and present I am merely going to say past and present, thank you.

Chapter

Present

A younger looking Harry followed his younger looking wife down Grimmauld Place. No longer did his hair have bits of steel gray flecked through it. And Bellatrix had convinced him to finally heal the scar over his eye. Bellatrix also no longer had any gray in her now midnight black hair.

The two appeared to be at least ten years younger.

"Are you sure about this love?" Harry asked as they walked down the block for the third time.

"Of course I am!" Bellatrix snapped. "I grew up with my sisters and cousins in the damned place. I know it's around here somewhere!"

Harry sighed, he knew his wife was getting worked up, and that was never good. When she got frustrated, things usually tended to get hurt. Bellatrix Potter-Le Fey may not be the same woman that was imprisoned within Azkaban fourteen years ago, disregarding the thirty years in the past, anymore, but the crucciatus was still her favorite curse when she got frustrated, and it was quite painful.

He idly watched the numbers on the houses as they walked by. 14...13...11...Wait a minute, eleven? Shouldn't there be a twelve. Num...Num... Harry smirked when he realized what was wrong. "Morrigan!" he drew his wife's attention. "Look at the house numbers. Tell me what you see."

Bellatrix did as her husband asked. "Twelve is missing," she concluded. "Num...Num...I can't finish the damned thought!" She yelled.

Harry sighed again, he really hated it when Bellatrix got worked up, she couldn't think as clearly. "What spell would be able to do that?" he asked, hoping the questions would give his wife time to calm down before she started hurling spells, they were in muggle London after all.

After a moment of thought, Bellatrix sighed. "The fidelus. But who would...,"She trailed off as her calming mind allowed her to think. "Sirius," she mumbled. "This is where he's hiding," she concluded.

Harry smiled, relieved that Bellatrix had calmed down. "So the question is simply whether or not we try and break through the charm, or we find someplace else to stay."

Bellatrix glared at him. "Wipe that smug smile off your face or you aren't getting any for a month."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't go that long without sex."

Bellatrix smirked. "You so sure about that my dear husband?"

Her husband glared at her. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Harry sighed as he frowned. "Fine, you happy now?"

Bellatrix patted his cheek. "Of course." She sighed. "Any ideas as to where we could stay, I really don't want to deal with Sirius at the moment. In fact, all I want is a nice warm bath in an actual tub, I haven't had one for forty-four years if you count my time in Azkaban, and a few days to relax before we get to work."

"We can always stay at a hotel, or the Leaky Cauldron. Or we could go back to Azkaban and finish clearing the place out," Harry suggested.

"No way am I staying at the Leaky Cauldron, the place always gave me the creeps." Bellatrix shuddered. "And as for Azkaban, what part of relax didn't you get?"

"It was just a suggestion," Harry raised his hands defensively. "So I guess this means we're going muggle, right?"

"Yes dear," Bellatrix said as she looped her arm through his and began to lead him away. "I'll bet my parent's are just rolling around in their graves right now."

No one inside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place knew that they had visitors outside. Ten minutes after Bellatrix and Harry left the street, an emergency meeting of the Order of the Phoenix was called.

A report had come in saying that every marked Deatheater in Azkaban had been found dead that morning. All of them seemed to appear to be nothing more than shrunken, mummified corpses.

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"What do you mean dead?" Lord Voldemort, born Tom Riddle, asked one of his spies in Ministry, Lucius Malfoy.

"Their corpses were found in there cells when the guards on duty went on their daily rounds," the blond man explained as he knelt before the Dark Lord. "Only your followers were touched."

"Explain how they died Lucius."

Lucius hesitated. "The Ministry does not yet know," he explained. "What Fudge told me was that the bodies appeared to be have shrunken, aged appearances and all had white hair. They are still conducting an investigation as to what could have caused this to happen."

The Dark Lord steepled his fingers in front of him. "How many of your fellow Deatheater's were killed?"

"Twelve that they knew about for sure, and twenty more that got thrown in for some other reason."

"Thank you for this news Lucius. You may go." The Dark Lord waved his hand, dismissing Lucius.

As the elder Malfoy left, he was just thankful that his lord hadn't cursed the messenger.

Voldemort contemplated this news. On one hand, he no longer needed to break his followers out of prison allowing him to focus on other things. On the other, he was down twenty-two Deatheaters. And some of them, like the Lestranges and Carrow siblings were some of his best.

And what caused their deaths? In all of his life he had never known any magic that could what was described, aside from some very complex wards in Egypt, but those took a full lunar cycle to set up, if not longer. And he seriously doubted that anyone could hide in Azkaban Prison long enough to set them up.

It was most curious indeed.

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Harry and Bellatrix arrived at a muggle hotel via taxi after Harry had gone into a jeweler and sold several rare stones he had on him from the past, the subtle use of legillimency may also have helped Harry get the amount of money he did. He didn't even realize the name of the hotel, he'd simply told the cab driver to take him and his wife to the best hotel in town.

And after getting himself and Bellatrix a suite, again legillimency may have helped along with paying in cash, he was rather pleased. Especially since the suite had a hot tub, which he was currently enjoying with Bellatrix.

"This is heaven," Bellatrix moaned with her eyes closed as she rested up against jets in the tub. "So much better than a lake or a river."

Harry chuckled as he watched his wife, and her bare breast floating just under the water. "Because of the warmth or the jets?"

"Both," she sighed. "If I'd known muggles had made such things before I went into Azkaban, I never would have joined Voldemort." She cracked her eyes open and smirked at Harry. "Are you just going to sit there all night, or are you going to get over here and fuck me?"

Harry smiled. "I thought you said you wanted to relax?"

"And sex is part of relaxing. Now get over here and fuck me, I've had a very stressful day."

Harry was only too happy to oblige.