Chapter 2

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(Six months later)

"No. I won't let this to happen." Warden Baugé knew he has already lost the fight, but his pride didn't let him admit it.

"That was the order."

"Did The Head of DMLE precisely ordered to put him in Riddle's cell?"

"No, but this is the only cell with one occupant and he ordered to put minimum two people in one room."

"Has anybody read any of my reports? We left this cell as 'a single one' for a reason. We are overcrowded and understaffed. It is only matter of time before something happen. That cell can't have another resident. I could try to talk to the guards on the third floor and cramp the new one in… "

"Look, I have it in writing. Please don't make it difficult. Step down, or I'll take disciplinary action against you for refusing to carry out the order. You don't want to deliberately make the Department of Magical Law Enforcement work difficult. Don't you?"

"No Sir."

"Good. Now sign the papers." After that was when man's head in the fireplace disappeared.

The Warden Baugé swore loudly and took a deep breath. He stood up and wrote the quick note to the Auror Office and waited for a newcomer. Did those assholes lost their minds?! He really thought that reducing the guards' salary and making them work overtime for last few months was the top of everything. Apparently they treated his reports as a toilet paper. Maybe next time he will send them the recipe for a laxative potion and see if they will notice the difference. He spend whole Friday evening fully describing the 'Riddle incident'. He even missed the weekly gambling with Trespeuch and Pinturault. And assholes in the Ministry didn't even bother to read it.

Tom Riddle was one of the nasty ones. The kid behaved well for the first few months until they lowered their guard down around him and gave him a chance to escape. He spend most of the time quietly sitting in his cell and doing what was told when guards came in. He didn't really fight them. Sometimes at night he was heard crying and calling his mum.

Until recently.

Last month, when Lester, Jakobson and McLagan visited his cell, Riddle stole their wands. Obviously, he couldn't use them, so he broke one and caused the explosion which broke down the door.[2] He knocked down and disarmed two other wizards by breaking another one. He used the third to force the door to his office. Somehow, the kid knew the password to the Portkey. It was like he planned everything to the minute. How did he know when guards hopeless at wandless magic had their shifts? If reinforcement didn't arrive in last minute, Riddle would be gone. Bloody hell, Warden has never seen anything like this as long as he lived. Seven wizards against one. Riddle was unarmed and couldn't use a single spell and it was a fair fight. He easily made dodges like he was dancing. In his eyes there was something terrifying. Something inhuman. Guards were afraid to cast a deadly curses, because they didn't want to hit their coworkers. Riddle used everything in sight on his advantage. Pieces of furniture, magical cutlery. A self-refilling kettle was a destructive weapon in his hands. He even used the cuffs on his wrists to block the spells aimed at him. Fortunately, the Aurors managed to incapacitate and capture him.

Baugé really needed a drink. He fetched an elf to bring him a glass of whiskey. He knew he shouldn't have drunk at work, but he didn't give a damn at the moment. He absolutely hated his job. He didn't apply to Académie des Aurors to end up like this. He should have listened his uncle Clément and become a DADA teacher in Beauxbatons. He spend over fifty years in Wizarding World's Justice System and he burned out professionally forty years ago. In his former job in France, his boss told him to "take a break" when he came drunk to work and revealed some sensitive data. Back then, Baugé was absolutely sure he was done. He was drown in debt and couldn't afford to lose a job. Fortunately the British Ministry of Magic desperately needed new employees with experience and turned a blind eye on his previous misconducts. He even got a promotion.

He looked at the newcomer's files while sipping a drink and eating a tasteless sandwich made by his wife. This task was beneath him. His secretary should have done the paperwork. Or Deputy Warden. He could have put someone else with Riddle and put a newcomer in a free spot. But honestly, he didn't have a patience to do it. Those pieces of shit were less than humans. For some reason, Ministry insisted to keep them alive and pack them like sardines. It was a miracle, the Azkaban still stood in one place. It would be better if all Death Eaters were Kissed by dementors. He has never seen the creatures, but he was sure they would make his job so much easier. Maybe trusting them with guarding prisoners wasn't the smartest idea, but why Ministry removed them completely from the Justice System? They could have kept one of them to efficiently incapacitate the criminals by kissing them all. Problem solved.

[2] In my AU breaking a wand causes an explosion