A/N:

Thanks to all of you who gave your opinion on what should happen with the Black Sisters. I will try my best to adapt them to what I had in mind. Also for having the patience to wait this long. I can't say that the next chapters will come quicker. Nevertheless, I hope you can enjoy this chapter. Comment and review. Have a great yule, christmas and all the other festivities you want to enjoy. Still looking for a beta for my HP stories :)

Lords Study, Chateau Black

"Lord Black,

we are happy to announce that Miss Black's Marriage was dissolved one hour ago. She took some gold out of her former Trust Vault and said she wanted to clear her thoughts a bit because she had a feeling she was not so much herself at the moment after everything that happened. She will join you in France as soon as she can. On your order we had the copies of the marriage contracts of the black sisters checked. One wording had us worried about the ones of Miss Bellatrix so we analyzed the originals we could procure thanks to the Goblin treaties out of the Family Vaults. While the one from the Malfoy had only a minor compulsion woven into the contract, that Narcissa Black would have to be the perfect wife in her husband's arms in the open, it had nothing else on it. The Lestrange one was much more difficult to decipher. The paper it was drawn on was double-layered parchment. A very good craft. The upper layer had a normal marriage contract that did not look suspicious or with otherworldly claims, while the other layer had something completely different it was a mixture of Norse runes that formed a blood-based thrall, that would completely make the mind of the witch in question submissive to the creator.

Interestingly the creator was not the Lestrange family. We could not determine who was the holder of the contract that made Missus Lestrange comply with every word said, for that, we gave you a 0,1% Discount on our fee.

As you and Heir Black wished we locked down Missus Lestrange Vault under the clause of pending breech against the marriage contract clauses. To claim the vault back though you would have to bring Missus Lestrage back to Gringotts so we could arrange for the dissolution of her marriage contract.

For your monthly financial report…"

Sirius and Harry sat in the study before Harry had to get back to the vampire coven.

"You know what that means Harry?"

"That someone twisted your cousin's mind till she had fallen into madness because she most possibly tried to fight it till she broke. Yes, I can understand the implication of something like this. The Problem is that with some archaic laws still in place in Britain, it was completely legal to do so. The contracts can't leave Gringotts. Even if I would go to the queen again, where you will be invited to shortly Sirius, It was fucking legal to sign off a woman like pieces of meat and I quote to breed the heirs to families. The only way she could do something if she would revoke the statute and that is a too big risk at the moment. Even for another wrongfully imprisoned person. Well not the mad Bella, this person most possibly enjoyed what she did. The real Bella Black not so much I think."

Sirius nodded looking at his Godson already dressed in his uniform. "I can't let her stay this way. And if we can't get the real Bellatrix back she doesn't deserve the hell which is Azkaban. Unfortunately, they closed the security gap The Queens unit used to get in right?"

Harry gave a short nod using a tempus spell to show how much time he had left before he looked at Sirius. "I will try to think of something. I already think that her mind could be healed somehow. Getting her out of the Rock of Sadness will be another topic."

Sirius nodded before Harry popped out of the study to go to the vampire court.

At the Vampire Court

Harry was still in thought as he got into his room. He quickly left Luna with Andy both protected by Ophion who had taken a liking to Luna's head rubs. He would have to deal with the queen till his birthday. After that Hermione would cover for him. He was not looking forward to his summer classes though. His body was starting to show much more reaction to female charms. Something Lilith had picked up on, just to tease him she started showing more cleavage or legs when they had classes on blood magic—licking up the excessive blood in the most suggestive manner. She just tried to get him to blush. But Harry had pulled all Occlumency registers and endured. Unfortunately, the Queen had picked up on this and gave her granddaughter much more time with Harry. The young wizard could only take a wild guess if that was a part of his punishment. Most of the time the young wizard had his usual time to study and attend to the queen. That was till one evening when the queen ordered Hermione and him to her private chambers.

Sitting in an elegant burgundy dress with her long legs crossed and showing her heels and stockings she smiled suggestively at both teens. "Ahh, Harry and his pet maid"

Hermione was visibly blushing and Harry had to hold back to not give a snarky comment as the queen continued. "I think I made a promise Harry. I promised you that you would earn yourself a punishment for endangering yourself." She looked at Hermione and smiled. "Did your master tell you what he did?" At Hermione's slow nod, she smiled and pointed at the little pedestal that was prominently placed. "Okay, pet, move, and undress to your undies. I think that after a sweet Veela is responsible for them they should be sufficient for what we are about to punish your master with." She got a smile that promised mischief as she looked at Harry while Hermione began losing her maid uniform, exposing her white lace underwear.

The young wizard wanted to look away because the whole situation was uncomfortable as hell but he could feel the magic of the queen compelling to look. Mind and compulsion magic those elder vampires had available to them were sometimes even stronger than an Imperious curse. In Harry's case, she was using enough power that he would have to visibly work against it. With it being his punishment he looked at his servant and former classmate. Whatever Fleur did it showed Hermione was developing into a beautiful witch. She had to wear white and very delicate Lingerie that accented her every curve. As he looked at Hermione he noticed the queen stepping at her side and as she hugged her from behind and began groping her breasts he wanted to stand up and curse the elder. Only for her to smirk.

"Well as you two are now finally getting your hormones lose I think who would be better suited to explain the beauty of sexual intercourse as a sexual goddess like me?" She asked and both teens gulped. for the next three hours, the queen explained the workings of the human body with Hermione and Harry switching out as living presentation dolls. Using her magic to stimulate them, and give them some taste of tease and denial. It was pure torture, not only because both teens were flaming red and nearly passed out from the humiliation. Now they even had to write essays on how their actual role in their relationship was defined to each other and possible adaption for the bedroom. If the queen was not satisfied they would have to act out a scene of her choice. It is easy to say that both studied the topic very thoroughly. With this punishment out of the way, Harry and Hermione got back to their daily business till Harry could leave for Potter Island.

At Potter Island

Harry was using his hybrid form and sats on a flatted rock inside a big cave Nagulia was teaching Ophion to fly and use the higher ways the snakes could use. Including the control of the Basilisk gaze or the invisibility and flying. Harry had done some smaller rituals to bless his lands. Last night was the last he wanted to do. It revitalized the soil and had old druidic origins. Looking at the Prophet Harry enjoyed the headline claiming that House Malfoy lost their wizengamot seat because as a non-hereditary house, they had to pay taxes for the seat and somehow they were unable to do so. While it was funny to read Harry had a feeling that a certain blonde ponce would want to enact his revenge. Not that he was much of a dangerous foe his draconic side was more than laughing at the prospect. Harry also had found a nice blood ritual that would deal with Draco once and for all. He would wait and see what he would try before enacting his plans. Speaking of blood magic, he also had the time to look at Ravenclaw's diadem. A beautiful piece of blood runes if you know how to make those visible that is. this piece of art would not only increase the rate at which the person wearing it would build up occlumency mindscapes, but it would also strengthen the connections in the human brain to reduce the danger of exhausting the eyes. Altogether it was one thing. A big reading and learning aid. Nothing more, nothing less. Harry was thinking of presenting it to Hogwarts but at the moment something in him wanted it to stay close. Not only did he abuse it to learn more runic alphabets in the holidays, but he also had the feeling that he needed to hoard more riches.

While Harry was contemplating if he should indulge his dragon part and sleep on a bed of Galleons, Sirius Black was on the hunt. Transformed into his animagus form he was currently sniffing out a certain rat. Looking at the Weasley family home he was lucky that he could enter the wards as Padfoot. Also, the wards still recognized him as friendly. Now he would just have to wait for the right time to strike. Funny what an announcement in the prophet that was completely unrelated to the topics he was looking for at the moment led to this very moment. With the cash prize draw and the family picture of the winners showing Wormtail, Sirius was sure, that after seeing this picture he would have broken out of Azkaban himself to protect Harry from the rat. He was not even thinking that his godson could have been in another house than his parents and because of that in imminent danger and reach of this traitor.

The next day the magical community of Britain was surprised to read that the real traitor of the Potter family was found and Sirius Black was finally also in Britain now a free man. He joined Harry later and both celebrated that justice was served. Still trying to come up with a solid idea to get Bellatrix out Harry began to study the Dementors more and more.

He won't stand the fact, that the Patronus would be the only charm against them. Even with a fully corporal one, you could only ward them off and over a long time starve them to death. But, to reach that point you would need many talented magicals with the power and skill to cast the charm without much pause. With all his happy memories of playing with his dragon brother, he had no trouble with the charm, and after three days of intensive training an ethereal dragon that was nearly the size of his real dragon brother. Still on the case of finding a better solution Harry was researching, taking up Hermione's offer to help him in her spare time after she got back from the vacation with her parents.

Gringotts Bank 13th of August 1996

"... after you or the current Lord or Lady Potter have defeated the current Lord Gaunt and Slytherin as the Lord Apparent Peverell you have the right to claim those houses by Blood and lastly Conquest because you or your ancestors together bested the older claim."

Harry sat alone in the Office of a certain Goldaxe, his Account manager, and could only blink.

"You mentioned by blood? I knew of the Peverell inheritance but Gaunt and Slytherin? How are those connected to the Potters?"

The Goblin looked at the teenager and shook his head "Because they are not. It was not your father's line but those of your mother who reintroduced the Gaunt and Slytherin Blood outside of the fallen Gaunt main branch. We did some research and many years ago a blind Gaunt was born, even though he was a fully qualified wizard and attended Hogwarts was later banished from the family for his illness. Notice the difference, Mister Potter. Banished but not disinherited. Some wizards don't give much on proper procedure. The Gaunts were some of them. So this Gaunt vanished from the wizarding world and immigrated to the muggle one. Till many years ago Lily Evans did her inheritance test before marrying James Potter."

Harry was trying to keep up and get his ancestry in his head straight. "You tell me, that I am related to this dork lord through my mother? The same woman that has been ostracized in this world because her blood was not pure enough?" The boy exclaimed, getting emotional.

The Goblin nodded "That's true. The very same. You see, as a vampire the workings of true blood magic educate you. Let me tell you about magic and pure blood. Magic as a sentient entity will always try to make a witch, wizard, or creature the best it can be. So how come some of the human magicals have ailments like blindness, decreased intelligence, fertility, or the mental capacity to make rational decisions?"

Again Harry could only blink because he had some ideas where that might come from. He even had some lessons in biology regarding genetics and why it was bad for cousins to marry and in many countries even a crime to do so.

"Because the accumulated blood and the magic from the same family try to send signs. Signs to branch out and introduce new blood into the bloodline. Keep it fresh and healthy so to speak. But those so-called purebloods are ignorant of that. They slowly but surely will wipe themselves out. There are rituals and procedures to cleanse and help. But most of them are now outlawed here in magical Britain. I digressed did I?" The Gobling sighed for a moment before he got back to his Inheritance parchment. "Back to your mother, You could say her blood was finally pure enough to let magic flow unhindered again. With your birth, we can assume it was powerful enough to fully develop former dormant traits like Parseltongue".

Finally, Harry was able to catch up with the Goblin's line of thought. "So, the purity of blood does matter but not like the bigots think. Old roots are strong but at the same time you will need new soil for the tree to carry fruits."

The Goblin nodded proud that finally, there was a wizard who was willing to listen and learn.

"Exactly Mister Potter. You see, most countries outside of Britain already passed laws that strongly encourage marriages outside of pureblooded circles. Even marriages between magical creature races like Veela are supported in the more liberated communities. A good thing if you ask me but don't expect, that those lords in the wizengamot will come to their senses." Showing his teeth Harry and the Goblin shared some more views on the current situation in magical Britain what he could influence with his Lordships and what nod. The result while promising was not as overwhelming as he hoped. Peverell and Slytherin were Most Ancient Houses and had Veto and revoking rights. That means if he could get a minority vote on his side he could strike some laws and even alone veto new ones. Finally, they reached the point of the discussion Harry had looked forward to most, after his inheritance checks, that is.

"Say Goldaxe, what is the Goblin's position regarding the dementors? I researched them out of a personal interest of mine and to say that they are one of the foulest beings in existence is maybe playing things down by a wide margin. I mean soul-sucking demons, that you could ward off but not destroy or banish? Sound to me like a disaster in the making."

Goldaxe visibly thought about his words longer than usual. "While I can't say what the nation thinks because I am not its leader. I personally can agree with you. That Dementors should not be on this plane of existence there are ways to imprison magicals in much more human ways and for them to let them repent by doing something useful. If you want, we can look into providing you with possible tools for that, against a fee of course. Also, we may even have records about the island itself."

Harry nodded. "Please do so. I hope to do something about this problem and bill one of my expense accounts accordingly." the young wizard stood up after that. "May the heads of your enemies grace your pikes Goldaxe" He started the ritual departure that got an according answer from the Goblin as their meeting drew close.

Potter Island, one week later

Harry and Sirius had locked themselves into Harry's study. On a table was a model of Azkaban Prison. Both of them had ideas on how to deal with that Rock of Sorrow ranging from Fiendfyre to dropping some muggle bombs on it. The reason for it was one particular news article from the day before. The very same, that announced that one Peter Pettigrew managed to flee from Azkaban Prison and was on the run. Reports of the inner circle screaming about that the dark lord would rise again and free them. Yeah, not bloody likely thought Harry and Sirius. While they would love to hunt down that traitor again, they had bigger problems. One most likely innocent but controlled relative still residing in that hellhole and a race of soul-sucking demons that were known to switch allegiance to the one who promised them the most victims.

"Okay Harry, that would check out the how we get on the island part. How many collars could the Goblins provide on short notice?"

Harry checked his notes. "Around three hundred. It's a good thing they only needed steel and nothing like their precious silver. The collars will restrict their movement to the area of the wardstone, magic will be suppressed, and if they are tampered with the intent to destroy or open them without the right authorization will kill the person who tries and stun the prisoner."

Sirius was still shocked that the Arithmancers of the Goblins had not only come up with that much more humane way to restrict a person to the prison but also were so fast in producing them. "To be honest Harry, I knew most magicals hated dementors but vampires, veela, goblins, and so many others agree that they have to go and support us." He was sighing exhausted but in a good mood and smile. "It is terrific to have those connections of yours. The only thing left is the question do we do this?" He looked at his godson who while not even out of his teens had matured much much faster than he ever did.

Harry leaned back in his old wooden chair. "You know that we have a royal degree that empowers us to do so? No, that orders us to do so. After I had my audience with Her Majesty and getting supported by her royal wizards regarding how foul those creatures are she wanted to invoke some points of the charter. The thing I see for the moment is, that I can't tell how I will feel after we start executing the plan."

Sirus gave him an understanding nod. "And do you think that you are ready to end someone? Someone not being a foul demon that sucks out your happy feelings and soul if you are not careful I mean?"

Harry stood up and looked out of his window. He could see the hints of the two dragons that inhabited this island flying in the distance. The green and life that was developing to be his place where he could have peace. Where many magical creatures could just live their lives without worries. Without turning he began to speak. "I am not sure Sirius. But it has to be done. We can't avoid that this scummy rat will reach his master wherever he hides. And as far as I know, we have no final solution for the Moldy either. With the cowards still outside of prison and Britain in the state it is, you could count the days when he will free his inner circle out of Azkaban. There is no if, only a when." He ended for a moment with a conviction Sirius had no reason to disagree with his godson but could only look with pride at his back and try to help him the best he could. "So am I ready?" Harry continued. "I have to. I simply have to play the cards I have been dealt but I will do so" He made a short break and turned to Sirius, his emerald eyes burning with the green flashes of the killing curse. "But I will do so my way"

29th of August, North Sea, Outer Wardline of Azkaban

Harry and Sirius currently enjoyed the hospitality the submarine crew of the HMS Victorious provided them with. Meaning wearing the Combat Gear of the Royal Navy over their Wetsuits. Their Wands are strapped to their holsters and visible.Standing on the Bridge Sirius was talking with the Captain.

"Well, Gentleman we are at the first checkpoint. Should we proceed?"

Harry was concentrating and gave Sirius a short nod before the Black looked at the Captain. "We can proceed Captain." The Captain gave his orders, for the XO to relay them to the crew. The red light flashed as the ship assumed battle stations. Slowly they got nearer to the landmass. The captain looked at the Sonar and Radar Stations. Giving orders to report the distance to the big rock that was on no map of his. After a minute Harry spoke up. "Ward line crossed, without raising alarm." He short sigh came from the XO as the Captain gave orders to move them as close as they needed to be.

"Captain for Missile Armory. Arm the prepared warhead M1-CM." The M1-CM was something Harry and the team of the Queen's Task Force had come up with. Usually Biological Warfare was frowned upon, but the M1 continental missile was special. It would spread a potion, a strong sleeping agent that was on par with the draught of the living death in potency. The idea was to use the rocket to incapacitate all human guards and prisoners of the island before Harry, Sirius and a strike team consisting of first-generation wizards who had joined the special forces and were already familiar with the prison would wait for the air to be clear before using the torpedo chute and diving gear to proceed to the island. The gear was magically enchanted to be much more efficient and would filter the air out of the water. So they would not need the bulky air containers. Just yesterday Sirius and Harry had done a training mission on how to exit and reenter a submarine like that.

"Missile armed and ready to fire after reaching the right depth Captain." Came the voice from the officer through the intercom and the Captain looked at Harry and Sirius. "Gentlemen, as Her Majesty ordered we will proceed with the plan. You now need to proceed to the chutes and join your team." Only getting curt nods from the wizards before they left the Captain ordered the crew to rise to the correct depth. They were on the clock now.

Shortly after Azkaban Prison

Corban Yaxley was patrolling outside of the warden's office. He hated that particular part of his place in the Auror office. The mandated Azkaban Shifts. Not only could he not haze some mudbloods he also had to endure the Dementors. His Patronus was walking in front of him to keep those creatures away from him. He heard something and the next thing he saw was an explosion right above the fortress and a purple mist that rained down. The shield charm he erected was a general one against physical objects or magic. The potion rain was stopped and Yaxley dispelled his shield on the way back to the office to raise the alarm. Taking some deep breaths because the cloud had dispersed, or so he thought. The next thing he knew was that he was getting very drowsy before his Patronus flickered and dispelled and Yaxley was unconscious. The Dementors were unaffected by the rain and could not care less, as they felt the noisy Patrouns disappear they could taste prey. One minute later the soul of Corban Yaxley had left his body.

Just five minutes after a small group landed on the shore of the island. Storing the gear into enchanted pockets in on their wetsuits they looked around. Expanding their enchanted MP5 with a better suppressor and an infinite clip of ammo that used magic to duplicate one original bullet. Those bullets would pierce like a piercing spell and vanish after a certain time only leaving the signature of a multiplication spell behind. Perfect for operations like this. All seven of the team performed the Patronus Charm. Harry pulled out the blade of Gryffindor while Sirius had joined the other and carried the same MP5 as the soldiers. The Commander of the team gave different hand signs to his team and they did get into formation. While three of the five joined Harry the other two would stay with Sirus. In a pincher-like style would try to collect all the dementors into the nexus. The biggest rum in the sublevels of the fortress where they supposed the dementors would reside. The only somewhat funny side was the vests they wore, was filled to the brim with chocolate bars of their choice to fight against the Dementors Aura for such a long time.

Silently moving to the entrance the team found the soulless Yaxley. With the expected military precision, one soldier checked for life signs and relayed the results. Cutting off the left part of the man's sleeve showed a Dark Mark, faint but still visible. Without thinking twice the Commander shot him right between the eye. Something that let Harry flinch and nearly have the young wizard need to vomit. After some whispered words between one soldier, Sirius and Harry he looked pale but better and they proceeded with the plan.

Harry's group did not take long to encounter their first Dementor. He let some of his blood drop on the blade after nicking his thumb with his teeth. After that, he began to chant in Parseltongue. Seconds later in the same ethereal light as his patronus a flame engulfed his blade. Charging at the retreating Dementor his katana version of Gryffindor's blade cut right through the fiend. Both halves began to catch the white flames. After an unholy screech everything that remained was just one pile of ash. One of his escorts used his radio.

"Kill confirmed. Proceed with Plan A." After that, he looked to his teammates and Harry.

Harry was looking back to the pile and looked satisfied as he flicked his blade to the side and put it into In No Kame at his right side pointing the tip in the direction of the roof.

The radio of the soldiers turned on for a moment and Harry waited and looked at them for information. One of them turned to him. "The sleeping agent worked wonders. All inmates and guards of the human sort are completely out of it they start with collecting the scum and collaring the rest." A short nod from the green-eyed wizard was all before the team moved forward and deeper into the fortress. Dementor shrieks ran through the halls and they encountered even less than they thought they would. One hour later they had come together at the nexus. Both teams had collected or killed the most dementors. They were down seven of their ten chocolate rations and could feel the aura of the beings that had gathered behind the door. The Commander pushed the door open and the Patroni rushed into the room getting more shrieks and something else.

"Wait Humans. Wait!" a deep unnatural, pleading voice sounded through as the team entered the room. The white flames and patroni illuminate the room quite well. There, floating in front of the remaining ninety Dementors stood one of them, that had legs. Bony and in the same unnatural coloring as the Dementor's arms. A glowing shackle that had glowing runes on it bound this entity to the floor as were the other leg and arms. The soldiers used their Patroni to build up a defensive line while Harry's dragon and Sirius's dog looked at their owners.

Harry's voice was cold as he answered, something in him had stirred awake. "We waited, talk."

The creature nodded. "I could feel each of my children you eliminated. I can feel what you want and are about to do. But I beg you. Don't kill the rest of my children. We never wanted to be here."

Harry started to tap his foot on the floor. "While that may be. I still can't see a good enough reason to even think about your request." Thinking about the monstrosity of a Dementor he was somewhat offended to see some of them standing and talking in a civilised manner.

The standing Dementor rattled the chains. "We only have to do these things because our usual food is unavailable here on this plane. One of you wizards had bound me after summoning me out of my home. After many years he cursed me to look like this and shortly after forced me to produce those things you know as Dementors. The only thing I want after all those centuries is to get back home."

As the creature was fixated on Harry the young boy could feel something in his pocket to call out for him. Stretching his hand into it, he touched his cloak's fabric hearing a voice in his head. "Listen Peverell. Those Dementors have no way back, the only way would be the Arch and I can't think that those stupid humans, who study it would grant you passage. You can see in front of you another example of how you humans have abused your gift of magic. Do you want to right those wrongs? Or are you like your ancestors and think you are so superior that you have the right to judge who lives and who does not?"

For a moment Harry stood still. He knew that voice. Looking at his sword he flicked it with a flip of his wrist. The white flames died down and he put it back into the enchanted pocket he used for the sword. Confused eyes looked at him as Harry closed his eyes and thought his answer back. "How do I send them back? I wanted to have them gone from this shore and will do so. And while I won't take every sin people committed on my shoulders just because my ancestors did something bad. I can try to help. So do you have an answer or are you your usual judging self?"

Sirius looked at his Godson, it was like he was getting agitated. The magic began to swirl around him. Looking at the Commander the Black was about to sign for a tactical retreat but the vortex around Harry was getting cold. the visible magic turned into black smoke as the boy opened his eyes which were like an unending black hole. Hovering one foot above the ground Harry flicked his wand and the shackles fell off. Then with a deep rumbling roar, that shook the walls, he slashed his wand and the black smoke followed the motion. It was like the reality got cut as the cut was expanding slowly. Harry spoke with an unnatural, nearly demonic-like voice. "Go, Never come back as long as none of the mine call you back"

The Dementors fled to the breach while the wizards were frozen in shock. As the last of them, the one with the legs walked to the rip in space, it bowed in Harry's direction before she called out in a shriek-like manner, and from everywhere black smoke fled into the cut. After some seconds It stepped through and took the last of the Dementors' presence with it. While the fortress was still damp and cold, it lacked the sorrow and icelike coldness. With another flick of Harry's wand, the rip closed. Falling to the ground Sirius and the team's paramedic were at his side instantly while the rest scanned the room. Moments later the Commander called out. "How is he?"

"His magic is erratic, minor exhaustion symptoms, a bit hypothermic." Flicking his wand in different patterns he summoned different potions for the young boy to pour down his throat. To the outside, the paramedic looked the epitome of calm, but each member of the team was puzzled and knew that this wave of magic would ring some bells. That the prison was not in lockdown and the Dementors seemingly gone was the only positive thing they could think of. The paramedic looked at his commanding officer and nodded. "He is stable but whatever he did, put him out of commission, sir."

The Commander gave a nod and looked at Sirius. "Can I indulge you to carry him, we need to rush the rest of the mission now." Sirius picked Harry up still a bit shaken. As the commander looked at his team. "All right then…" He wanted to give his next order before Harry's wand gave a flash still in Harry's hand. Shortly after from deeper in the room out of a dark corner, a small trunk flew at the boy before it vanished into Harry's expanded pocket. "...that happened. Team, we have to get back and complete the mission. Coms. Radio the Captain that we may need a hot pickup, Move with purpose gentleman!" He ordered and all of them exploded into activity. One of the team was rapidly waving his wand to mask the signature of whatever happened. The team rushed to the one cell where they had gathered all the inner circle members they could find. A flurry of activities happened at the same time. One pulled out a corpse that had a resemblance to Bellatrix while another used some of the extracted blood Sirius's team had taken from her to paint runes on the corpse. One spell later they glowed and on the ground, the corpse changed into a second Bellatrix Lestrange.

The commander had taken out a scroll and broke the royal seal on it, while three others positioned the Deatheaters. The fourth member put some shackles on the real Bellatrix.

"By Order of the Queen of England. By the Grace of God Queen of this Realm and of Her other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith. The confessions of you have been judged and you are sentenced to death. And your ashes to be spread." He waited for a moment before he and all the rest of the team aimed with their MP5s. In a short burst of bullets, the most dangerous of Voldemort's loyal followers were put to rest. They left the cell with one of them carrying Bellatrix in a fireman's carry. The Commander used his wand and a flame charm to burn the bodies before they began to quickly vacate the premises. Reaching the shore where Sirius waited for them he pointed at the Submarine that was waiting in sight but a bit away from the shore.

"The Aurors will land shortly. We should use apparition." The Commander nodded and shortly after the team apparated on top of the submarine and quickly entered it. Sirius placed Harry in the med bay and watched as the soldiers placed Bellatrix in the cell they had prepared for her transport before joining the commander and Captain on the Bridge.

"...Okay Gentleman, you know the drill. Helm starboard, set course to St. Andrews. We have to dive under the visitors that arrived." The Captain ordered.

Meanwhile on Azkaban

Amelia Bones was at a loss. Never in the history of the DMLE a Director would have to deal with this epic mess she was standing in front of. The infamous island of Azkaban was empty of Dementors. After Unspeakables had alerted her to a big influx of magic she had gathered every Auror available after the Warden had not answered the floo call and rushed to the island. She expected many things. A breakout, Dementor rebellion, a critical ward failure. Never she would have expected to find no trace of the Dementors. While her force had one casualty in Corban Yaxley, who looked like he was kissed, all of the guards were just sleeping. The Unspeakable already was about to brew the antidote for the potion that had caused the unconsciousness. Besides every Dementor missing, all high-profile prisoners from the last war against he-who-must-not-be-named were gone. Well, not like the Dementors without a trace. There was a trace or evidence. A pile of ash, and bones. Her forensics team was able to sort them out and count the remains. They matched with the amount of missing prisoners. Amelia sighed. What happened here was her foremost thought. If she didn't knew it better some force entered Azkaban, killed the Deatheaters and Dementors and left. One of those things must have cost the monumental amount of magic that triggered the sensors of the Unspeakables. But, whoever did all that, also left something which would ensure no prisoner escaped. Collars engraved with runes made out of steel. Instructions on what they were. Already checked out by her team everything checked out.

Such ingenious design and it would open automatically after the sentence was over. Who ever designed those rune clusters in that unknown language could have an order of merlin.

"Boss?" Auror Proudfoot was looking at his zoned out Superior till she looked at him and nodded. "Well, we checked everything. No structural damages. No signatures we could trace. No Portkeys, apparition or everything. The ward specialist says, that the island seems to hum with new energy since the Dementors left. We found one thing in the wardens office though" He handed her a note on a piece of muggle paper.

To the Aurors,

and the British Magical "Authorities"

You are served this official warning for going against the charta grounded in the statue of secrecy between the reigning sovereign and the wizard council or now the ministry of magic.

By using demons to torture your prisoners to insanity most of the time, you are in violation to so many points it is just criminal. As already mentioned in the manual to the collars, they will only work on Azkaban, a prison you may want to modernize now. Maybe even include something for the prisoners to do that would help yor society. If you need more of them just aks Gringotts they know how to contact us.

You are given the count, change or you won't like the consequences.

Amelia knew of some of the implications. She had her fair share of interactions with her muggle counterparts. If it was true this was a muggle notice. But with all the information available to her it would not make sense. There will be an emergency session, the same session Sirius Black would assume his seat. She sighed, that would be one big mess.