The prisoner
Chapter three: Azkaban falls
It was a thorough routine check of every single cell in Azkaban, Fudge had surprisingly just kept his position because of new evidence proving Harry innocent had been revealed, but Fudge had quickly destroyed the irreplaceable evidence thus making it impossible for Harry to be released, hence why Fudge had came today to gloat over his victory of the boy-who-lived.
"Well, well, well prisoner 666 one Potter, James Harold a triple lifer." Said Fudge like he was greeting an old friend, Harry sat up and stared blankly at Fudge before lying down again. "I know what you've done Minister. I don't care, I will be freed. Tell me do you dream Minister?" Fudge dismissed the majority of his guards but kept two and Dumbledore just in case Harry did something stupid. "How do you mean Mr. Potter? What do you mean by do I dream?" Harry smiled a cryptic smile and spoke again "Because Fudge a storm is coming that you've managed to cover up. The reason I ask because every day you bullshit to your readers for one more day in that office of corruption in an equally corrupted government is another stain on your soul, another stain for me to burn. When I ask you do you dream? I mean how clean is your conscious and your soul?"
Fudge stared at the teenager facing him, face hidden in the shadows. "I dream of long walks with my family and big celebrations of my achievements. What do you dream Mr. Potter? Out of curiosity?" Harry smiled the same cryptic grin but seemed more sinister coming from the deathly pale boy "I wish I could dream. I dream to dream of having a family. What I dream are nightmares. These nightmares are VERY real, I know that the Department of Mysteries was raided but it failed. I know Saint Mungo's was attacked and the hospital lost several dozen patients. I know for a fact you hid this from the world. Tonight Tom Riddle WILL attack and Azkaban WILL fall."
Fudge snorted and left, Dumbledore nodded and filed away Harry's statements "Dumbledore...Tell Katie, I'm coming home." Dumbledore turned around and saw Harry making his way over, Dumbledore nodded and made sure no-one was looking hugged Harry and slid Harry's wand up his sleeve. "Filched it off Dawlish, now you have it." Dumbledore whispered Harry grinned at his old headmaster. "Professor, whatever you hear about me killing Death Eaters, I'm sorry about it but I have my orders." Dumbledore shrugged not believing Harry's statement. Oh how very wrong Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was.
That night a wicked storm whipped up, the wind howled through the cracks in the fortifications, the waves dashed themselves up the vertical black onyx walls and thunder boomed across the sky as the lightning crackled wildly. 'Someone's pissed of the Sky Lord.' Harry thought. Then his scar began to twitch and it gradually began to burn as he felt the aura of death very similar to him and Hades but older and much more sickly. It was Voldemort. Voldemort was standing right outside Azkaban watching as Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange cut down the six man auror guard at the entrance with six killing curses. "Free everyone. Kill those who won't follow us." Voldemort commanded , he then drew his wand and with a complicated rustic chant discharged a black bolt of magic which obliterated the wards surrounding Azkaban prison.
Voldemort and the twenty Death Eaters not including his three inner circle rushed into the prison. Aurors and Death Eaters fell where they duelled, Voldemort relished in the destruction, with casual flicks of his wand and hand almost as if conducting an orchestra sprung doors of prisoners who rushed the Aurors. He dodged as an Aurors blasting curse shattered three skulls spraying blood, bone and brain matter all over the floor. Harry heard the oncoming attack, and grinned demonically.
"Αλλαγή!" Harry snapped and his raggedy clothing transformed into black jeans, black boots, black t-shirt and a leather jacket. Harry then held his hands out and incanted "Χάρος Και Ανεμοστρόβιλος!" His two custom made double bladed swords appeared which he slung into sheathes across his back. Harry turned to the door flicked his hand and it was reduced to molten slag "Αλυσίδα και καραμπίνα!" As the words left his mouth his two metre chain appeared wrapped around his chest between his two swords and his shotgun near his spine with a final shout of "Πλάκα τοποθέτησης μαστού!" His black breastplate appeared on him. Feeling the evil souls in the prison Harry shifted into his Ghost Rider form.
(Αλλαγή – Change
Χάρος Και Ανεμοστρόβιλος – Reaper and Maelstrom
Αλυσίδα και καραμπίνα- Chain and Shotgun
πανοπλία θώρακος- Breastplate)
Harry walked into the corridor, "STOP!" Shouted a young Death Eater running towards him, without breaking step, Harry unsheathed his black sword and calmly decapitated the young initiate without a thought. The boy's head came clean off his shoulders and his soul was dragged screaming into Harry's sword and into the underworld. Harry turned the corner and ran across three Death Eaters "Desodius!" "Avada Kedavra!" "Crucio!" shouted the Death Eaters, the Harry tilted his head out of the way of the rotting curse, ducked the killing curse and staggered backwards from the torture curse.
Unslinging his chain, he created a dagger tip, making a large whooping circle he suddenly threw it with pinpoint accuracy at one of Death Eaters stomach below his heart "GET OVER HERE!" Harry growled then yanked the Death Eater towards him and effortlessly picked him up. "Look into my eyes. Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent feel their pain." The Death Eater screamed as his soul was burnt out, afterwards Harry chucked the carcass into the wall. The other two Death Eaters paled, shit themselves and tried to run only to be run through by two swords.
With methodical progress, Harry walked through the layers of Azkaban, administering his rather brutal marshal law on all those who fired a spell at him. Three aurors were vaporised into ash by a rather powerful hell-fire blast from his hand. Another three were cloven clean in two, two from head to toe and another through the middle. Harry had a brief duel with Voldemort, it consisted of six killing curses, a demon fire and several omega class elemental spells to cause Voldemort to scram like a rat.
Harry laughed darkly as he surveyed the carnage and the ghosts around him "Spirits of the dead come to me and enter the netherealm to be judged." At his command the ghosts entered his swords and made his way to the underworld. Harry walked out of the prison and ran through the shadows and materialised in the shadows of an oak tree overlooking Azkaban. Grabbing his demigod powers of geokinesis and fault lines (curtesey of Hades) Harry concentrated on the bedrock of Azkaban, then applying his powers of Earthquake the bedrock began to shake. All along the fault line near Azkaban began to shake and break apart.
A mass crack of apparation echoed through the forest as the Minister, Madame Bones and various personnel ran to the cliff side and watched as Azkaban cracked and fell away into the ocean. "Merlin...what fiend can do this?" they spun when they heard the demonic laughter and saw a burning skeleton walking towards them. "Drop your wands before something kicks off." The aurors did as they were commanded. "An exceptionally powerful wizard with raw power or an Earth mage also known as an Earth Elemental and the possibility of a demigod." With that Harry vanished in a burst of hellfire leaving shell shocked ministry members behind.
In the earth was a note, which said 'I WARNED YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!' "What am I going to do?" Murmured Fudge to himself "How about coming clean Minister." Said Madame Bones.