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AN: Decided to post one day early :) (Rest at the bottom)
Chapter 2: The Great Escape
Harry looked around him curiously. A swirling miasma of black clouds surrounded him, occasionally he could hear a far away tortured screech. He shivered, clutching his thick cloak around him. Wait, thick cloak?
Looking down at himself, he realized he was dressed in fine silken clothes, everything fit him perfectly and was as far as he knew, the latest fashion, down to his dragon hide boots.
"Where am I?" He murmured.
"My mind of course, where else?" The amused voice echoed around him as the mist coalesced into the shape of a tall, dark-haired man. His long black hair was pulled back into a poney tail, he had high cheekbones and a haughty, noble air about him. His eyes glowed sickly green, almost on fire so strong was their aura of power. Harry shuddered, they evoked images of rot and death in his mind, for some reason.
"Who are you?"
The man gave him a wounded look, bringing his hand to his chest. He had three different rings on his hand, noticed Harry, one was bone-white with a skull, the next made of obsidian and emeralds, it depicted a rat. The last one was jet black and took the shape of a grim. "You don't recognize your beloved cellmate? After all this time spent together?" He paused, bringing a finger up to his chin, smirking nastily. "Of course, you were not all that aware of your surroundings where you?"
"Azor?" said Harry disbelievingly, his eyebrows shooting up. "What is going on here?"
"It's very simple Harry, I have an offer for you. However, I thought it would be better to talk here, where we may both think straight without all the 'minor" discomforts of our lovely home." A comfortable looking chair appeared behind Azor and he sat down on it gracefully, leaning forward and clenching his hands together, resting his chin upon them.
"You see Harry, I need something from you, if we are to escape this prison. So I offer you two possibilities. The first, you..ah...allow me to join you in your body. Our personalities and memories merge. You gain my powers and knowledge, I gain yours. You will not stop existing, we will merely become one. I have little hope of escaping otherwise, and am quite willing to make such a sacrifice."
He held up a hand to forestall any of Harry's comments, and Harry snapped his mouth shut, looking at Azor sceptically.
"The second choice, is that I leave you now, return to my body and very probably pass away soon, leaving you to spent the rest of your life rotting in Azkaban. In one case you are free to go, avenge yourself and live. Must we truly deliberate upon this choice?"
Harry looked at him for a long time without saying anything. His mind was working a mile a minute. He could see the potential of the first choice, but he would be lying if he said that he felt comfortable at the thought of merging his mind with someone else. Especially someone, who, he had come to realize, was practically stinking of death and decay in a way he couldn't describe. His nose was not assaulted by such odors, but he could feel it in the air around him, almost palpable.
However, he had spent one month in Azkaban and it already felt like a year. He was weakening at a terrifying pace and he doubted he would even live to see his 40th birthday. After all, at this point it was either die if this was a trap, or die after a few years in hell.
Looking up, he stared at Azor straight in the eye and slowly nodded. "I accept. Though I wonder how you will break us out…" He said dubiously.
Azor clapped his hands gleefully, a wide smile spread across his lips, though with him it looked more like the evil smirk of some deranged killer. Which he very well might be for all Harry knew. "Excellent, excellent Harry!" He stood and walked over to him, his hands flickering with green flame.
"But you haven't told me how we were getting out!" Protested Harry, only to have Azor suddenly appear next to him, whispering into his ear. "I'm a Necromancer, of course!"
"And um...What exactly do you do? Do you have special spells?"
Azor's nose wrinkled in disgust and he cast Harry a glare that had him stepping back a few feet.
"Necromancers don't use spells or wands like wizards. We use souls. We have many attributes that I am sure you will discover in time. Perhaps you should know the principles though."
Harry nodded eagerly, he conjured a chair and sat down.
"There are almost unlimited amounts of souls on this planet for us to use. They have not yet passed over and we harness their energy to use our powers, which I absolutely refuse to name spells. That would sound too wizard."
"But..aren't you a wizard?" Asked Harry hesitantly.
"Don't interrupt, plebian. As I was saying, we use them to power us and since there are so many we have a huge amount of power. However, beware of the scum who have tried to copy our art and created spirit magic. While we may shield and protect against all else, we are vulnerable when it comes to that. Now, lesson's over, class dismissed!" Shouted Azor and everything went black.
Bellatrix Lestrange was mad, and she knew it. She smiled slightly to herself and pulled her pathetic excuse for robes tighter around her emaciated shape. How she missed acromantula silk robes.
Plucking at a frayed edge she stared at the brick wall across from her position. Despite the image she projected, Bellatrix was still able to think coherently. She sniffed in disdain at how easily everybody fell for her acting. Though she had to admit that over the years she had unconsciously begun to merge the acting into her personality, she couldn't really help it.
And anyway, it did take away from the monotony and terror of Azkaban. She enjoyed berating the filthy idiots who believed they were the Dark Lords most faithful. She had always been in that position and she knew it.
Thinking about that turned her thoughts to her cellmate. She truly had been surprised when she saw the Potter boy enter the prison. At first she had only felt murderous rage course through her and her mind screamed revenge for her masters killer. However that feeling was gone as quickly as it came.
It was strange that she did not feel so blindly loyal as before. It frustrated her that she was beginning to question herself. She hated being unsure. Even when it was suicidal and mad, she always had a plan.
Of course, this didn't stop her from baiting him. He was so easy to annoy when the dementors were gone, it was a pleasant distraction from their current situation.
So to her being worried was perfectly understandable when she saw a flash of green light and heard a terrible scream echo in the next door cell. Who would she annoy without him? Mulciber was a boring gibbering mess.
Crawling to her door she tried to get a glimpse at the next door cell. "Potter?" She called out in what she tried to make a mocking voice.
She didn't want her distraction dead!
Harry groaned and cracked his eyes open, he was lying on the floor, a string of drool clinging to his lips, dripping slowly to the floor. With a grunt of disgust he stood up with surprising agility, wiping at his mouth with his threadbare cuff. His mind was fuzzy and felt wooly, he could hardly remember where he was, much less what he was doing here.
He was almost thrown across the room when he felt what he was certain was a mental representation of a sledge-hammer smashed into his mind. He reeled around before tumbling to the ground, clutching his head as a storm of memories and thoughts assaulted him. He could see flashes of his own life as well as another, filled with screams, green fire evil laughter and death.
He curled up into a ball while his mind was battered for over six hours, until he slowly began to relax, his headache abating. So it was true, he was a necromancer! And he finally had a way out of this accursed place. Sixty years was a very long time, and he had no intention of staying any longer than he should. Sixty years? He'd only been here for one week!
With a mirthless chuckle he shook his head slightly, dispelling the disturbing thought. This would take some getting used too for sure.
He finally shook off the confusing thoughts and heard someone calling for him in a mildly worried voice. "Potter?"
"Bella?" He answered curiously. He was quite surprised when he didn't feel the flash of red-hot anger he usually did. What was even more confusing was the note of concern in her voice. However a memory popped up quickly. It hadn't taken long for Azor to realize that Bellatrix Lestrange could be much saner than most believed.
"Oh good! Couldn't have Bella's little distraction die now could we?" She said with a giggle.
"That would truly be terrible." He replied blandly. "Now hush, I have some work to do." With a small flick of his hand he activated the silencing wards around his cell. The unspeakables who had warded him in had taken all precautions.
Finally he turned to the wall and his eyes flashed, burning up completely until all there was to see was two gleaming pits of green fire. Spirit-sight, that's what it was, a part of himself couldn't help but feel fascinated by such a thing. It allowed him to see the spirits in the world, and nothing short of the deathly hallow of that accursed Ignotus Peverell would hide someone from his sights. Quickly casting that thought aside lest he irritate himself anymore he turned to the crack in the wall. He could see what must be a fissure in the wards there, for a spirit was hungrily pressed against it, aching to get in.
Necromancers fed off the souls around them to power their magic, and since the planet was alive with the souls of those who had not yet passed over, their power source was formidable to say the least.
Harry was only to happy to comply to the souls wishes. He lifted a hand up, palm open before clenching it and jerking his whole arm back. The soul was forcefully ripped past the wards, specifically designed to hold them back from Harry. The crack widened noticeably and a small light appeared in the head wardens office, who was dozing comfortably with a bottle of Ogden's.
Another slipped past the wards and Harry's eyes slowly faded back to their normal look, which was now the same sickly green as Azor. Necromancers tended to fade into insanity if they kept their spirit-sight open too long, souls were not the most coherent of company.
A delighted smirk broke across his face as the breach widened even more. He could feel power rushing into him of the likes that he hadn't felt in many, many years. The spirits began to swirl around him faster and faster until finally with a thunderous retort, the wards simply broke apart. This time, the shrill shriek woke the warden. He was too late, Harry's cell door smashed against the opposite wall and melted into sludge, green flames licking at it hungrily as Harry stepped out slowly and stretched. Had the spirits not lent him strength, he was quite sure he would have collapsed on the spot.
He turned towards Bellatrix's cell and grinned darkly. She clutched at the iron bars of her door, staring at him with those attractive, violet eyes, dulled by pain and weakness. "Potter?" She croaked uncertainly.
Harry walked up to her door, inspecting his nails nonchalantly. "Not exactly, but close enough."
"Azor?" She replied in confusion, licking her lips nervously. She was beginning to think that provoking him might not have been the best idea after his little show of power.
"Let's just say it's a bit of both." he winked and let out a short bark of laughter before turning serious. "Stand back, you're coming with me."
"Wha-?" She said, only to yelp and dive back as a strange wailing sound and a few flickers of light spun around her door, ripping it outwards with a shriek of tortured metal. Harry, or Azor, she wasn't sure really, stretched a hand out and motioned impatiently, rolling his eyes as she stared at him. "Come on now, we haven't got all day, and no, I don't think I'll be killing you any time soon."
A small grin spread across her face as she dared to hope for the first time in months. She looked at him cautiously and nodded, stretching her bony hand out to clasp his as she did her best to hurry after him, weakened as she was.
"Do you really think it was a good idea Albus?" Said Amelia Bones, a small frown creasing her brow. "He's just a child, and he did not do it out of simply cruelty."
Albus Dumbledore removed his glasses and wiped each lens meticulously. He had expected this when the head of the DMLE had summoned him.
"Amelia my dear, it hurts me as much as it does you. But we can not risk another dark lord so soon after Tom. He has the power, and now we know he has the will to commit evil, we simply must not give him the chance to continue down that road." It truly had hurt him when he had to vote against the boy who had done so much for the wizarding world. But he was willing to sacrifice him for the need of the many. Their society could simply not afford another Voldemort.
He could still remember the intense pang of disappointment and anguish when he had apparated on the crime scene, only to find two bloodied and mangled corpses and a man standing in front of them. It had taken Dumbledore a few seconds to recognize Harry Potter behind the blood and expression.
Those eyes.
They had been so cold, so hard and without even an ounce of regret. It had been then that Albus had realized how badly he might have planned things, for the boy he considered as his own grandson to turn out like that.
Amelia nodded slowly and sighed, giving him a disapproving look she reached for a single piece of parchment on her desk. Pushing the previous matter aside she handed it to Dumbledore.
"I looked up what I could about Harry's cellmate, but information was vague at best, there was almost nothing about him apart from his name and date of incarceration."
"Azor?" Said Dumbledore curiously. "No surname?"
"None that I could find. I am sure that such incompetent behavior would not be tolerated these days."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement at her disapproving look, she had never changed since Hogwarts. "I find the date intriguing. 1947...Almost sixty years since he was throw in. It is a wonder he is still alive, he must be quite insane."
"Actually, that is the most interesting part of it all, Albus. I asked a few guards about him and they said he was one of the sanest prisoners, and he's in the deepest, most Dementor infested corridor of them all. Either he is so insane it isn't obvious or he has some sort of power to hold the dementors back."
Albus frowned softly, one long finger straightening his sleeve absently. He was about to voice his opinion on the matter when Amelia's fire burst into green flame and a frantic voice came out of it, removing all thoughts of the cellmate.
"Miss Bones! Miss Bones!"
Amelia spun around in her chair and rose, hurrying over to the fire she knelt, her face worried and strained. Since the fall of Voldemort she had not had much sleep, so busy was she with reforming the DMLE and hunting down the remaining Death Eaters. She feared the worse each time her fire turned green. "What is it, Head Warden?" She asked the top officer of Azkaban.
"It's a breakout, two maximum security cells have been breached, The Potter boy's cell and Bellatrix Lestrange!"
Harry and Bellatrix crept down the hallway quietly. Harry held his hands up, green fire flickering around his fingers.
They had not been going for long and expected aurors any second now. They stopped when they heard shouts ahead, and the sound of people running towards them. They both hurriedly jumped to the side, hiding in a small alcove. It was uncomfortably small and they were both pressed against each other.
"Already trying to get closer to me Potty? And here I thought I was all ugly and dirty." Giggled Bellatrix.
"Oh don't worry, you are!" Replied Harry brightly.
All he got in return was a murderous scowl, which he answered with a wide grin. God, it felt good to be out of that cell. He patted her kindly on the shoulder, winking at her and lifting his other hand slowly. The guards were getting closer.
"Don't worry Bella, I'm sure you'll be back in shape in no time!"
"I hear something." The gruff voice echoed down the hallway and the others stopped in their tracks.
"Are you sure Cap'n?" Said a scared man next to him.
"Sure I'm sure, dimwit!"
"I like that word, I want to use it." Whispered Bellatrix to Harry, her hand twitching.
"I'm sure you do, now let me deal with this, I'll get you a wand to use. A first day out of prison present!"
Harry stepped out of the alcove and was faced with fifteen drawn wands ten feet away. Well, that was insulting. He had expected more than fifteen people. They had much more when he was brought into the prison all those years ago, but then again, if they forgot about Voldemort so easily it was no wonder that he would hardly be more than a meaningless first name on some parchment.
"Get down on the ground now, Prisoner!" Shouted the man with the gruff voice, who he now identified as one of those who dragged him into the prison one month ago.
"No."
"What?"
"I said no."
"Why not?" Said the nearby rookie, earning himself a glare from the Captain.
"I don't want to."
"We have the wands prisoner, now get down or we will subdue you!" Roared the leader furiously, his face reddening. Even after all these years he couldn't get used to many of the convicts insanity, and the smile on the face of the man in front of him was unsettling. Very unsettling. If he had ever seen one, he would have instantly associated it with a shark.
"I don't care." Harry was grinning like mad now and showing way too many teeth. He didn't really know why he was doing this at all, when he tried to focus he felt a warm fuzzy feeling he decidedly did not like and stopped trying. It was better to just go with the flow while his two new souls assimilated.
It still felt weird but he'd gotten over the brunt of the shock after a few hours. Still, it felt unnatural.
Fifteen stunners flew towards Harry and without even realizing what he was doing, he had willed a circular shield all around him. The shield blocked every red beam, turning opaque for a few moments.
The guards stared.
Harry stared.
Bella stared.
Then Harry began to laugh, throwing his head back and cackling. The creepy sound echoed throughout the hallway while more and more stunners flew into the shield and disappeared. So this was Necromancy. He could feel the power thrumming through him and almost fell to it's addictive pull, but a practiced part of his mind restrained him and slammed up his mental barriers. It wouldn't do to fall to such a base instinct after so many years practicing the art.
God it was going to be hard to adapt to this.
Finally the guards stopped and backed away slowly. There was no use in trying to stop a man with such obvious power. If he could block all that wandlessly and without even breaking a sweat, what else could he do?
They found out soon enough.
With a small giggle Harry's eyes began to glow a sickly green and he relaxed into a basic dueling stance. A couple quick movements of his hands and a ball of green fire appeared in his hands. He caressed it lovingly for a moment before snapping his eyes up and blasting it towards the guards. The fire flew through the air at astounding speeds and slammed into the hastily erected protegos. For a moment all parties thought it had been stopped, until they heard a sizzling sound and the fire ate through the magical shield and sped into the captain chest, exploding it into a mass of gore.
The other guards lost all semblance and began to scramble back, shooting random curses behind them. Harry would have none of it. The glow of his eyes increased as he called forth the spirits of all those who had died in Azkaban. They rose to his call in droves, shadowy figures flickering around him. He could feel their anger, their hate at dying in this hell. He fed them a portion of his own power and sent them towards the guards with one order.
Kill.
Terrified shrieks echoed throughout the halls when the wraiths fell upon the unfortunate men and women. They tore them apart, spattering blood everywhere. Limbs flew through the air as the partially solid spirits exterminated them. Once the last man fell, his head torn clean off, the spirits faded away, leaving Bella and Harry alone.
"You have to teach me that Potter!" Squealed Bella in excitement, prancing around the corpses. She pauses to pick up the wand of a legless and very much dead woman. A few sparks escaped it and she moaned in delight.
"Sorry Lestrange, trade secret." Said Harry, smirking widely at her clear amusement.
She spun around to face him and glared darkly. It really was rather scary. "Don't call me that." She growled.
"Why not? Aren't you a Lestrange?" Asked Harry curiously.
An evil smirk spread across her lips, even more disturbing than before. Though it was rather cute, or at least that was what the Azor part of his mind thought. "Won't be for long, Bella thinks she'll be giving her hubby a quick visit before she leaves!" She said in a sing song voice, skipping along the hallway, now covered in blood as well as grime.
"Well if you know where he is, we could pay him a visit." He called out after her, picking his way through the pile of maimed corpses. Those spirits had been especially vengeful, he thought, smiling slightly.
He followed Bella's laughter through the halls, pausing occasionally to finish off a guard she left alive in her rush for freedom. Soon he heard the sound of spellfire from around the corner and brought up his shields, leaching off the power of the spirits to keep them up.
He spun around the bend and brought his hands up. Green flames flickered in his palms as he assessed the situation, an eager grin on his emaciated face.
Before him stood Bellatrix wand out, casting every dark curse imaginable towards twenty or so aurors who had transfigured the end of the hallway into some sort of blockade. Harry could see Bella was tiring fast by how she was slowly taking more and more time to dodge the aurors hexes and spells.
Nevertheless Harry held back, admiring her technique. Despite her physical weakness she was an extremely capable duelist able to not only hold the aurors at bay, but strike back at them. He hoped she wouldn't mind helping him when they got out, despite being a witch she would be an asset.
He frowned and shook his head, growling. There was nothing wrong with being a wizard. Damn Azor.
When a cutting curse grazed her ribs he decided to intervene. He stepped up next to her just as she sent a sickly yellow spell at an auror that causes his ribcage to rip itself open like a mouth, killing him painfully.
"Not bad at all, need a hand?" He said casually, his shields absorbing any stray spells.
"Potty's a gentleman! Come to help a damsel in distress has he?"
"I'm not sure I'd ever call you a damsel in distress, Bellatrix. But yes, we really do need to move on." A maniacal grin crosses his face and he lifted his hands up, weaving his fingers in a strange pattern. A small ball of sickly brown gas appeared in front of him and slowly grew to the size of a tennis ball. "Let's see how the little guards deal with a reminder of the plague!" He shouted, tossing it towards them.
The gas exploded into a fine mist against a barrier. When nothing happened for a minute, Bellatrix half turned towards Harry, taking the chance to clap slowly during a lull in the fight.
"Bravo, I'm terrified!" She said sarcastically, her claps echoing through the suddenly silent hall.
"Oh hush. It takes a little time." Growled Harry, glaring at her before turning his gaze back towards the cloud.
Sure enough, a few seconds later they heard screams from inside the mist. They intensified and continued for five more minutes till one by one they finished in long drawn out gurgles, then fell silent.
"Told you so." Said Harry loftily, striding forward and dispelling the cloud with a flick of his hand. It fell to the ground and faded away, revealing twenty or so guards sprawled out. Each sported purple sores all over their bodies, and black liquid poured from their ears and mouths.
"I am sooo jealous." Moaned Bella enviously, trudging along behind him, dragging her feet.
Harry snickered and hurried off with Bellatrix close on his tail. After five minutes, they still had not met anyone and they were both beginning to worry. Each shadow had become a potential ambush and Bellatrix was increasingly jumpy.
"We haven't even met one dementor yet." She hissed at Harry, avoiding a hole in the floor. She looked disgustedly around her at the dank hallway, filled with the noise of falling water and slippery with muck accumulated across the ages.
"They are probably massing their forces to hit us with one blow. They know who got out, and probably what I did to the first group that met us by now. I doubt they will be taking any more chances.
"What about my meeting with my dear hubby?" Said Bellatrix with a pout.
"Don't worry about him, we will deal with him in a bit Bella dear."
She replied with a snarl and a glare that promised pain in the future. Shoving him aside she stomped up the stairs in front of him and blew the doors to the main hall open, only to be pushed back as the icy aura of the dementors hit her full force…
Harry quickly darted up behind her and caught her around the waist, straightening her. She was whimpering, her eyes closed, the dementors aura hitting her in icy waves. He frowned and set her against a wall carefully before stepping into the hall to meet the dementors.
He paused upon entering and eyed the force amassed in front of him warily. Against the gates stood forty or so guards and aurors while the dementors were a dozen feet away from him, waiting. A cruel grin spread across his face and his eyes began to glow once more.
He could see the glimmer of patroni behind the dementors, urging them on and couldn't stop from letting a cold laugh escape his lips. He was a necromancer, if they hadn't become complacent they would have instantly evacuated the dementors. Who would be stupid enough to send souls, against one who wields them with ease?
The dementors stopped about six feet from him and hesitated. They weren't used to someone being completely unaffected by their presence and this person unnerved them. He felt different, the power that rolled off him in waves was enticing and interesting but only the oldest knew what it was. They were the ones backing away quickly, preferring to meet the patroni over Harry.
Harry lifted his hands and clenched his fists quickly, his powers hooking onto the soul of every dementor and pulling. Every single dementor bent over and screeched in pain, writhing helplessly under his control, unable to even move with the crippling pain.
Shouts of alarm echoed from across the room as some of the younger guards panicked and sprinted from the hall. A ripple of unease passed through their ranks when the dementors rose and turned towards them slowly, and the patroni flickered weakly.
Harry grinned evilly and willed the dementors towards the aurors, his eyes burning with power. He didn't even see Bellatrix standing unsteadily against the door jamb, gawking at the sight of a hundred dementors bending to the will of a wizard she had always thought was little more than mediocre. But even now she could feel the tainted waves of power rolling of him. It was a feeling she had never felt before, dark magic she was unfamiliar with, something that rarely happened these days.
It took little more than a push to send the dementors rushing towards their former handlers. They had the choice between a pain they never knew they were capable of feeling and thirty fresh souls full of fear. It wasn't a hard choice.
They fell upon the guards and smothered any screams with their icy aura. In five minutes, every guard in the great hall was lying on the ground with a vacant expression, their soul ripped from their body.
Harry looked upon the dark creatures with interest, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He now knew that their purpose had been to be a receptacle for souls, a power source for necromancers of old. Perhaps a day would come where he would use them as well.
The sound of footsteps behind him caused him to spin around, his hand up with flame flickering around it.
Bellatrix took a quick step back, her own wand pointing at him, a flicker of fear in her eyes. She quickly crushed it and looked back at him coolly despite her hesitation. She was a Black and Blacks didn't show fear.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?" He asked innocently.
"Don't play stupid with me, Potter. I've never seen a wizard use dark magic like that, I've never seen any dark magic like it." She snapped,her eyes flashing.
He flapped his hand at her dismissively, and she only just managed to bite back a curse. "That's for you to find out Bellatrix. Now, the dementors will take care of your beloved husband so I would like to leave this island, if you don't mind?"
She hesitated for a moment, looking back towards the stairs that brought to the upper levels before nodding shortly and following him towards the great doors of Azkaban, that now stood open before them.
They walked for a few minutes across the rocky terrain, picking their way down a hill to the coast. The wind roared in their ears and buffeted them, making them nearly lose their footing more than once. Finally they reached a grey beach and the apparition platform.
"Can you even apparate?" asked Bella sarcastically, sweat covering her face. She had just come out of Azkaban, what was Potter thinking, pulling her along on a hike through Azkaban and it's surroundings. Needless to say, she was not in a good mood at all.
"Oh, I could have apparated before now b-"
"What?" Screeched Bella, her eyes widening in fury. "Then why did you make us traipse around like muggle filth?" She didn't even question his claim anymore, why would she after his show of power.
Harry held up his hands defensively and glared right back at her. "If you'd just let me finish! I was going to say it would have been extremely painful to get past the apparition wards." He ground out.
"Oh.." She even had the decency to look a little sheepish.
He opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly spun around when he heard a dozen pops come from the apparition point.
"Dumbledore." He spat, fire bursting into life in his hands. Nearby he heard Bella's sharp intake of breath and flicked his eyes towards her. She held her wand up unwaveringly, all traces of fatigue gone as she faced one of her most hated enemies. He grinned, despite everything he had done, he supposed freeing her and slaughtering aurors and Azkaban guards did go a long way in the road to redemption for her.
"Dumbles.." She said sweetly. "How good of you to visit!"
"Bellatrix, as chipper as always I see." He said gravely, his eyes twinkling and full of confidence.
Both escapees quickly assessed his group. Accompanying him was Arthur Weasley as well as Mad-Eye and surprisingly enough, Percy Weasley as well. Along with those familiar faces came ten aurors, each one battle hardened by the looks of it.
"Cut the crap Albus, we don't have time for this." Snapped Moody gruffly. "Now Potter, just drop to the ground and we'll escort ye' back to your cell."
"What about Bella?" Asked Harry.
A few of the Aurors, and every one of those who knew him gasped and looked at him with bulging eyes, unable to comprehend why he would even care about Sirius's killer.
Dumbledore stepped forward and put a bony hand on Moody's shoulder, eyeing the flames flickering around Harry's hands warily.
"Harry my boy, I'm afraid she had become to dangerous, I'm sure you understand. Now please, stop this before you hurt someone, I'm sure the guards are already looking for you."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong!" Replied Harry with a feral grin that made more than one of the aurors shiver, despite their training and experience that smile was one of the creepiest they had ever seen.
Bella giggled happily and twirled her wand idly, saying in a sing-song voice. "No more guards, to try to find us!"
"You killed them?" Dumbledore paled considerably at this news. So he had been right all along, Harry truly was a Dark Wizard. How had he not seen it before. He never even entertained the possibility that he was the cause for all this.
"Of course old man, some of us have to have the balls to take a life."
"Do not go down this road Harry my boy, you will only find pain."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong! I think that I found much more pain on your road than the one I want to carve myself."
"Enough of this!" Bellowed moody. He lifted his wand and sent an overpowered stunner towards Harry. The spell flew towards him at incredible speeds but when it was a few feet away from him it splashed into an invisible shield. Dumbledore and his men stared, to them Harry had wandlessly and silently cast a shielding charm. It took them a few seconds to shake of their shock, a few seconds too much.
"Avada Kedavra!" Screeched Bellatrix. The green light erupted from her wand and slammed into Moody's chest, sending him flying backwards. Bellatrix cackled with glee and clapped her hands together happily. "Not so great now, are we Mad-Eye?"
She was forced to dive out-of-the-way when every member of the group sent their own spell towards her, fury clear in their eyes. Realizing how precarious their situation was, Harry jumped after her, every spell splashing into his shield.
He once again was slightly confused at his lack of feeling when he saw Moody die, but quickly cast it aside. He hardly knew the tough auror, and he was in his way, it wasn't his fault that he decided to try to stop them, was it?
Grabbing Bella by the arm he turned towards Dumbledore and brought his free hand up, making a slicing motion across his throat. He winked one last time, barely holding back his laughter at the stricken look on his old mentors face and exploded into black flames.
Once Harry left, Moody rose slowly. His eyes were vacant and his mouth hung ajar. A low groaning sound escaped his lips as he mindlessly fell upon one of the auror and tore him apart with hands and teeth...
Well, there's the escape! I hope you liked it :) Took me a few rewrites to be happy with it. (wipes sweat off his brow)
Keep telling me what you think and review! I won't bite and welcome any constructive criticism, opinions, ideas questions and suggestions. Reviews are also very motivating and I enjoy having other people tell me what they think of my work, I'm here to improve! So yeah, review :)
Looking for a beta with writing experience!
Did anybody get the Seven Psychopath reference?
Oh, and thanks to all those who reviewed! I've answered you in Pm's, but if ever I think you asked something everybody should know, then I'll make sure to put it here.