Clare returned to the shack where she had interrogated the man. She then utilized her old tattoo. She touched the tip of her wand to her tattoo to call anyone who would come.
A small group of former death eaters arrived at the shack.
A man with brown eyes and gray hair called out to her. "Well, isn't it Little Miss Voldemort herself, calling her daddy's followers to her side."
Clare glared at him. "I don't have time for your mocking old man. We have important matters at hand."
The mutters in the group went silent.
The man replied, "Well then by all means, speak."
She was the youngest one there by all standards, but they gave her their attention because her authority demanded it. "The time has come to take back what is ours from the ministry. For too long they have kept loyal deatheaters within the walls of Azkaban. To show them they can't contain us, we will be destroying their prison. If you aren't prepared to do this, leave and hope I never see you again."
No one left, most knew what they were getting into when they came to the death eater meeting.
A younger man spoke up. "When are you planning on doing this?"
Clare smiled devilishly, "In about an hour, so that we have the element of surprise when we destroy Azkaban."
Murmors broke out in groups. But one spoke above all. "Bout time we do something like the ol' days!"
Clare spoke. "Now that's the way to respond to this news!"
The whole group broke out in cheers.
Clare spoke loudly again. "I've finally figured out what muggles are good for. Their weapons are the only things that damage the walls of Azkaban, since they made it impossible to destroy by magic."
Clare revealed two missile launchers that she had kept in her bag.
"Let's go." They disapparated away.
The group of death eaters followed her all the way to Azkaban, where she shot off the missiles. They protected the people on the inside with wards. The walls of the prison crumbled into the ocean as the death eaters entered the prison. Petronis charms were flying around the prison. The chaos was accompanied by her followers grabbing prisoners and dissaparating.
When the prison was emptied, Clare destroyed it with the rest of the missiles in her possession.
All the death eaters met at the place they were first called to. The scene was a flurry of emotions. People were hugging and talking, relieved to finally be out. Clare sat as a shadowy figure in the background, observing the commotion.
While the noise was going on, a young man, who looked like he was in his late twenties, came up to Clare. When they made eye contact, he kissed her straight on the mouth.
"You did it." He smiled.
She smiled back at him as he held her close. "It's time to fight back."
The man with her yelled out to the crowd before them. "Deatheaters!"
They responded with a battle cry.
Clare spoke. "Ten years ago Harry Potter killed Lord Voldemort once and for all. But I, his daughter, shall carry on his legacy. You are either with us, or against us. There is no middle ground. Now is the time to choose!"
No one in the crowd moved. A good sign.
Clare spoke to them. "I'm pleased to see that loyalty continues to exist. We are going to take over the ministry, and put muggles where they belong…"
"At our feet!" Her companion yelled.
The crowd cheered loudly. She shifted.
Her companion put up a hand to silence them. His charming voice rang through the air. "For the past ten years, Clare and I have been carefully planning our escape from Azkaban and attack on the ministry. We cannot let any time go to waste."
Clare took her turn to speak, her gaze stern and imposing. "Death Eaters, there will be some time until we meet next. But, until then use your time wisely. When we are to meet again, you will be contacted through our marks." She pulled up her sleeve and showed the tattoo that had been on her body for thirteen years.
The man spoke again. "Oh, and don't get caught." He laughed at them.
The crowd didn't laugh with him. They were too eager to receive their wands and have some freedom.
Clare passed out their belongings. Once all the business was taken care of, she bid them farewell, warning them of the consequences of betrayal.
"We will be seeing you. Oh and if one of you decides to tell the ministry about our plans, I will personally hunt you down and show you how cruel I can be. You will wish that my father was the one punishing you."
Once they had all left, she took a deep breath and turned to the man standing next to her. She kissed him again. "Edmond, it's good to finally see you again."
He smiled at her. "I thought you were never coming back to save us."
"You of little faith." They kissed again.
"So I trust Draco was helpful." He said, expectant.
"Yes, however his wife was an issue. We have to be more careful than I thought. I found that they created a five-man investigation to discover my motives for breaking out of Azkaban. No doubt those same people are now trying to locate my whereabouts."
Edmond laughed and put his arms around her. "Your father would be proud."
Clare spoke, disgusted. "Sadly," She turned away from him.
He moved her back towards himself. "Don't be down. Your father was a great man, admirable. You should be happy you're like him."
Clare sighed again. "I guess I should but… You know I always hated my father, because he forced me to be like him. I ended up doing what he wanted, despite my resistance."
"And now we are doing great things for wizard kind. Don't get caught up worrying about it."
They stood in silence for a bit, but Edmond recognized the concerned look in her eye.
"Clare, what's wrong now."
"Oh, I'm just thinking about the old friends of mine. They're on the investigation about me." She shrank into herself.
"Who?"
"Joe, Harry and Ron. No doubt Hermione is helping."
"Don't worry about them. They aren't worth your time."
He kissed her again.
"I guess not." They walked over to a large stump where they could sit.
"Clare where are we going to hide?"
"In plain sight." She smiled mischievously.
"What do you mean?"
"I have a plan to infiltrate Hogwarts."
He sighed heavily. "Clare we can't do that. It's too obvious."
"No, trust me. All we have to do is take on the identity of two American wizards."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have been in contact with the Salem Witch institution in America. I have found the identities of two teachers who are around our ages and are open to us taking their identity. I made all the necessary arrangements. We will be teaching at Hogwarts in the new year."
"I don't do well with children."
"Edmond." She said pleadingly.
"I can't participate in whatever you have planned. You will be the woman on the inside. I can take the pressure from the ministry. We would be more obvious as a pair. Yet apart, we are less conspicuous."
He passionately kissed her, savoring the few moments they had together. They never had chances for moments like this in Azkaban.
After some time, she stopped him before it could get out of hand. "If we must split up again, then let us do so now. School begins in a few weeks and I have very little time to master my cover."
Edmond looked at her longingly, reluctant to let her go. "If you must. Visit me when you can."
She began to walked away when he grabbed her by the hand.
"What are you trying to accomplish by all of this? We already have everything we need to complete our goals."
"I want to change the future. The only way that will happen is if the people accept it. We can't rule by fear. It didn't work for my father. So I will teach them to think like we do. And once that is done, we will succeed. I am sure of it."