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Ron was never remembered as a man of preparation but he always did the best with what he had. Perhaps it was always the pressure of last minute that pulled him to do best or maybe it was Hermione's pampering. Either way, Ron knew that he had close to nothing at that moment apart from what Colin had given him.

The files included several Muggle security camera shots of a man suspected of working under the payroll of the Death Eater woman that kidnapped his family.

This was his lead and was practically his only lead.

But first he needed to get some more leads. He needed to get help from some people in a very unpleasant place.

Azkaban Prison.

-WARD-

'Has Ron called in yet?' Harry asked Seamus.

'No he hasn't, Harry and I doubt he will until he finds Hermione and Rose.'

The two Aurors marched across the hallway, each carrying some files from their previous cases. Both also had a rather troubled look regarding their close friend and colleague Ron Weasley whom just disappeared in search of a psychotic Death Eater. 'Harry, we have to find him. He's going to need some help here. I have a feeling this is much bigger than we might think.'

Harry sighed. 'No, this may have some small connection to something big but it is a situation nonetheless. I would personally have loved and preferred to go with Ron and find Hermione if he hadn't gone all Liam Neeson.'

'What?'

Chagrined, Harry just waved it off, 'It's a muggle joke.'

'Yeah and I'm a half-blood but I still don't get it.'

Harry shook his head and continued to walk down to his office—the centre of all his Auror paperwork needs. But still, his mind was with Ron. Where was he and what if he really was going Liam Neeson on them? What was he saying? Of course he was.

There was so much happening at the same time it was so confusing. When Harry entered the small room that was his working space the first thing he saw was the pale yellow folder with the StarGate Command emblem in the middle. There was so much happening.

Harry took the folder and scanned the pages one last time. Then without hesitation he dropped the file into the bin sitting on the floor beside his desk.

Harry's brow furrowed as he thought. He could not let his best friend do this on his own. Hermione was his friend as well and it was his turn to be a best friend to both of them. At this point Harry was startled by a beeping sound that came from his drawer.

Yes Hermione had given him a phone as well, an iPhone 5. It wasn't the newest model but it was still amazingly complicated and someone had just text messaged him. He took the device and looked and saw the message came from a Ron 'The King' Weasley. At this he smiled.

Harry, M off to Azkaban for interrogation. Spot still opened f u wanna come with me.

Reacting quickly, Harry Potter flew off and grabbed his black Auror coat and ran off through the door. Just like old times.

-O-

Azkaban—the demon's hole, a living Hell on Earth for the damned of the Magical community. Sheltering the most dangerous of magickind for centuries and was known as the most impregnable of holding facilities in the world. It was a dark tower triangular in surface shape with rigid black bricked walls and small opening at the top where the courtyard was situated inside.

It really was a miserable place and sight to behold. Not just for its clear lack of beauty and grace but also because of the dark hooded figures that hovered above and around them. Dementors stood guard from above. These hooded shades were drawn to those they hunted and to the happiness that once felt by the living.

Nasty were these creatures, and dangerous. Azkaban itself was dangerous inside the walls. A place that nobody would want to visit, even those with the authority would shiver at beholding such a sight of nightmares. But alas this was one place that Ron found himself at.

The Warden had met Ron outside to escort him in. he was a short a chubby old man with crooked yellow teeth, one red eye and grey hair covering most of his face and head. He looked very troubled, like his time as Keeper of one of the most inescapable fortresses in Great Britain had messed him up mentally.

'It isn't every day we have Aurors…or anyone for that matter that want to pay Azkaban a little visit. Not a very pleasant place this is.' The short statured Warden said. He was actually the only other living thing there beside the criminals and Dementors. Azkaban has never really employed the use of human guards. Apparently humans are less scary— a point that Ron was ready to refute.

'I have some business to attend to, Warden, that require I have a little talk with some of your prisoners.'

The Warden rubbed his chin. 'And what might I ask is this business?' he waited for an answer but there was none he received. 'I may not be an Auror—apparently I didn't pass the written exam…or the physical exam…or the psychological exam…but I have a feeling that a rendezvous to Azkaban Prison is not exactly protocol.'

So it was settled then, Ron thought, this man was crazy before he became Warden. Guess now I know how he got the job or why he accepted. 'Actually this is more of a third level emergency and I need you to get me an audience with a couple ex-Death Eaters—Werewolves to be exact.'

The Warden shot up a bit stunned by Ron's request. 'Are you sure?' he asked but Ron kept a stern look towards him and the Warden just sighed in defeat. 'Werewolves that joined Lord Voldemort during the Second Wizarding War are kept at maximum security and for good reason. In order to grant you an audience I have to bring them down from that increased security.'

'I didn't say it was going to be a pleasant visit but it is important.'

The Warden hesitated to say yes but he knew he'd have to comply and grant this request anyway.

Ron didn't like it any more than the Warden but he would do anything and everything for the safety of his family. Even if it might mean making a deal with criminals…war criminals. However Ron sort of understood why they had joined up with Riddle in the first place. Shunned down by the people of normality for their violently altered nature, the werewolves were promised a better life by Voldemort in payment for their services. No one else thought of offering them as much and it seems that the Death Eaters were the only ones that cared.

The only werewolf that kept on the 'Good' side was Remus Lupin but that was mainly because he had friends like James, Sirius and Lily to watch out for him. These werewolves in Azkaban now were feared, hated and hunted, most just for being victims of some other werewolf like Greyback.

They entered a corridor that ran around and up the tower, there Ron recognised a man with black hair, glasses and a slightly faded lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. 'Harry.'

The man in an Auror coat smiled and gave one huge hug to his best friend and brother-in-law. 'I got your message, Ron, and I'd like to help you.'

Ron smiled and nodded. 'Then we better get moving.'

They continued up the tower, completing the triangle at least seventy times but alas they were far from tired as they came to a stop where the Warden pointed in a cell. This dark and incredibly dirty chamber that smelled of rotting flesh and death however was not just one as beyond those iron doors with a single looking window, Ron saw more doors on the left and right of the cell.

The Warden opened the doors using his wand and escorted them in. There were over twenty doors and as soon as they entered to see them clearly, the Warden raised his wand and cast out his patronus to warn off the only protection they had from the prisoners they both gasped at the Warden's patronus…a werewolf!

The Aurors froze as they stared hard-pressed at the Warden. 'You're one of them?' Harry asked.

The Warden smiled at them, he was used to this kind of sad smile in response to people finding out. He was a werewolf keeping his own kind in suffering. 'I am a man suffering as well from Lycanthropy. You might ask why I took the job here where most of my kind now reside living in even more fear than when they were outside but the thing is we're better off here. Away from society, from those faces of terror when we pass by them folks. Those looks are more than unbearable and are the common cause of us turning violent.

You see what makes us violent during wolf form is the fear and shame and feeling of immense anger we felt in human form. That feeling we have the first time stays within the mind and heart of every werewolf.'

Harry and Ron both nodded. 'I understand, Warden, in a strange way I do.' Said Ron as he peered through the doors of one of the holding cells and saw that each cell housed one werewolf chained at the back in an upright position bound by the wrists and feet. They could not move at all. 'It must be difficult to see your kind, suffering like this,' Ron whispered sympathetically as he watched the man in the cell that looked like any other man he has seen only this man had an invisible label saying 'Werewolf' above him.

'We get by. The thing about werewolves is that we never forget the mistakes and regrets that we have. And we use that to stop from doing bad. But you actually have to do bad and realise it in order to have a regret to remember.' Ron and Harry nodded but both remained silent until the Warden spoke again, 'Now, which one of us are you looking to talk to?'

'All of them. I need to know of an underground Werewolf movement in Great Britain.' They all became silent once more. They noticed that there was soft moaning from all around. The werewolf prisoners had heard him. 'A movement lead by a woman named Lavender Brown.' By then the prisoners started howling angrily like wolves under the moonlight. Ron saw that even the Warden seemed a bit edgy and the urge to join his brothers and sister in the howl supressed. Ron saw this and moved fast to say something to ease the tension. 'Though I have no problems with the movement I do have an issue regarding Lavender kidnapping my family and I suspect it has nothing to do with Werewolf Rights. My wife has stood up for your kind for years and I doubt you would risk losing her sympathy and fighting force by harming her.'

Harry kept his hands at his wand just in case but eased up again when he noticed Ron was not doing the same.

'I know of whom you speak of, Auror Weasley. Most of these folks will admit to having worked for her once before getting captured.'

Harry then shot up, 'Then they'll know whether they have a base of operation and how we could find it?'

'Please, they have both my wife and daughter.'

'Yes, I can get my sisters and brothers to help you locate them immediately,' shouted the werewolf in the dark cell next to them. His long and unkempt hair covering his face like a veil. His bruised and scarred body was glowing in the pale crescent moon light as he ruffled the chains bounding him. 'We can help you find them. Even from in here.'

'Thank you,' said Ron. 'I will request and fight for all of your release when you do.'

'Do not worry, Auror,' he said, 'We only ask that when the world sees us in a different light, that you let us see their changed faces smiling as we walk by.'

To this Ron complied happily. He was beginning to understand even just a little bit, but he was beginning to get them. Those not tainted by natural grief, anguish and hate before they gained Lycanthropy are as human as everyone else, maybe even more so. 'Thank you, my friends. I will not forget this.' Ron felt a tickle of a tear escaping his eyes. They may have a fighting chance. All of them do.

-O-

From outside the cell, Colin smiled at the sight before him. 'Well done, Bruce, you have found the right guy.'

-O-

Author's Note: Any thoughts? Please review, it does help me and I'm not just talking about appraisals please, I need you to tell me if you see grammar errors, Spelling (Bear in mind that I am an Australian so my Grammar and spelling maybe different in comparison to yours') mistakes and maybe some character flaws. Molto grazie.