Waking up was one thing that never stopped amusing Jason, time after time, 'death' after 'death', it always brought a dark smirk to his lips. When he tried to sit up however, his body refused to move. Straining to move his body, Jason pushed with all that he had and then some. Still, his body didn't move, anger flowed into him and he commanded his body to move his right arm. With an audible squelching sound, his arm broke free of whatever held him down. Again, he repeated the same process with his left arm and somehow it took less time than his right. Once his chest was free, he sat up and looked around.

The moon shone through the large window, illuminating the many beds that lined the wall across from him and the unlit candles on the bedside cabinets. Twisting his legs around, he placed them on the ground and stood up, the remains of whatever held him had vanished completely. He started towards the doors at the far end of the hall only to hear voices growing as he drew close to the doors. Jason quickly moved into the shadows, pulling his machete out and had it at the ready.

"Albus, you can't be serious! Harry Potter is dead; he can't still be alive after this long!" A crisp woman's voice said as the doors opened. Jason tightened his grip on the handle.

"My dear McGonagall," An old grandfatherly voice said, "Mr. Potter is still alive, his Hogwarts acceptance letter wouldn't have appeared if he was truly dead. If my suspicions are correct, he would now be 25 or 26 years old."

"How then?" The woman, McGonagall, asked sharply.

"This piece of paper," The old man, Albus, Jason guessed, pulled a very familiar piece of paper from his pocket "Shows signs of being handled by someone, that someone is the man that Severus brought to Poppy only last night."

So, Jason was out for an entire day that helped explain why it was night again.

"And if you look here, you will see only two words remain in perfect condition," Albus pointed at the aforementioned words. "Harry Potter, see and if the man is who he is, from what I've heard, would know what is his."

McGonagall snorted "I'd say that being hit by the killing curse is pretty final, not even this supposed 'Jason Voorhees' could survive that, surely!"

Jason's eyes narrowed, his patience was wearing thin from this woman.

"McGonagall, Jason Voorhees is a vengeful spirit and will not just die from just anything. The nature of vengeful spirits is tricky to explain but this one has only one purpose, to cause death."

McGonagall looked at Albus with a look of shock "Death, Headmaster?"

"Yes, to cause the death of as many that enter his territory, or the place that he was killed. Camp Crystal Lake is his hunting ground and every time someone enters that camp, they are risking their lives. But the reason Jason has this bloodlust to cause so much death is for revenge, revenge on those that didn't save him from dying and those that are related to the person that killed him. Anyone that gets in the way is a target and will die." Albus said gravely, his head bowing in sadness.

Jason moved at that moment, his machete moving to disarm the old man of his paper, Albus had fast reflexes and that saved his hand from being lost. Jason stepped forward and snatched the paper from the old man's grip before bringing his blade to end the man's life. His life was saved by a dome like field that blocked his machete, sending sparks when the two connected.

Turning, he saw a woman in an old nurse outfit and she was holding a stick of wood in her left hand. Jason chucked his weapon at her face, again his kill was denied as another shield was protecting her just as it did with the old man.

He wasn't finished however…

Charging the shield, he brought his fist back and then connected with it. The shield shattered and he had the woman in his grip, gasping for air as he slowly clenched his hand. His blood quickened and heated as he watched her life fade from her features until he was hit in the back by something.

He dropped her and turned, his anger skyrocketing. He would not be denied again! His machete reappeared in his hand as he glared at the attacker. The old man had his stick out, a determined look on his features as he waved it and a red light shot out of it, colliding with Jason's chest.

Jason froze, he felt weaker now and his vision was fading at the edges. He started moving towards the old man then heard "Stupefy!"

He collapsed to the floor; his final thought was he swore to end them.

Azkaban

Jason snapped awake in darkness, the sound of screams filled his ears as he took in his surroundings. The black brick complimented the black floor quite well, but the muffled sound of raging waves ruined the image of calm. Getting up on his feet, he walked over to the door of his cell; the door was made of bars so he had to be in a cell.

Across from him was a woman who once could have been beautiful, Jason shuddered, not in disgust but because of the chill that wasn't natural. That chill got closer and closer until a hooded creature with horrible breath got in Jason's face.

Jason punched the thing on instinct, making it scream in pain before speeding off to who knows where. "I've never seen a Dementor run from anything before, you must be special."

He gave the woman across from him a blank look before gripping his cell bars and pulled. "That won't work, it can't be~"

With a horrendous screech of metal, Jason tore his cell door off its hinges. "Broken"

The woman got up and looked at Jason in wonder, her insane expression falling away and showed curiosity instead. Jason stepped out of his cell and looked down each hallway. He turned to go but something stopped him from leaving the woman, something was nudging him to escape with her. Was he going mad?

"I could help you with whatever you need, Mr. Silence if you help me get out of here." She said sincerely, Jason felt conflicted inside before he nodded and ripped her door free.

"Thank you, I'm Bellatrix. If we hurry, we can escape with the boat and no one will know the wiser." Bellatrix said before running down a hall, Jason followed easily.

As they neared the exit, Bellatrix screamed in terror as a crowd of Dementors flew at her, only to meet Jason's machete as he decapitated one after the other, their screams of death echoing thru the halls of the prison, each prisoner shuddered at the sound.

The Dementors stopped coming, fearing for their lives; that blade had killed numerous members of their kind without the need of the pratronus charm. Jason watched as the creatures drifted away before sheathing his machete and pulling Bellatrix to her feet.

She never said a word about that, or when he ripped the guard in half with his bare hands, she picked up his stick and grinned like a maniac. Jason followed her to the boat and got his first good look at the prison. Massive in size, Jason couldn't even see the top of it from the boat; he looked away for the prison and to Bellatrix.

"When we reach land, I think I could apparate us to my old home. What we do after that is still up in the air." She said softly, Jason nodded before looking up at the horizon, eyes peeled for the land.

Number 12 Grimauld Place, London

Jason looked at the destroyed painting of the hag he had punched, instinct had kicked in when Bellatrix brought them here and the woman started screaming her head off. The other paintings went quiet at his action, even Bellatrix was shocked.

This was going to be interesting from Jason, very, very interesting indeed.