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The Dark wizard surveyed the mayhem surrounding him with satisfaction. His plans were progressing smoothly, faster than he'd anticipated. He set his sights on Augustus Rookwood, the third Death Eater on his list, and gave his instructions to Antonin Dolohov and Rodolfus Lestrange, the two former Death Eaters he'd already recruited.

"See if you can convince Rookwood to join us," he ordered, his tone cold and demanding. "And if he refuses, you know what to do."

Without awaiting an affirmation, he turned away, leaving the two men to their task. He had more pressing matters to attend to - namely, the growing resistance of Aurors and defiant inmates.

With dual wands in hand, he stalked towards a group of Aurors attempting to regain control over the unruly prisoners. The sight of their futile efforts brought a cruel smile to his face. He effortlessly cast a flurry of spells, incapacitating some and sending others sprawling. The prison echoed with the sounds of shouts and the cacophony of spells being cast, but he remained focused, his eyes alight with determination.

Every now and then, he would look around, keeping an eye out for any inmates who dared to stand up to him. These ones, he decided, would serve as examples. A handful of inmates, fueled by a desperate desire for freedom, lunged at him. But they were easily dispatched, their bodies dropping to the cold, hard floor.

The Dark wizard moved fluidly, his dual wands moving in unison as he cut a path through the chaos. His plan was unfolding perfectly, the Aurors and inmates little more than distractions to his greater objective. But he was no fool. He was always aware, always prepared. He would not allow anyone to jeopardize his mission.

His master had fallen because he'd underestimated his opponents. The Dark wizard would not make the same mistake. He would be ruthless, unrelenting. And tonight, he was just getting started.


"You've heard what's happening out there, haven't you?" Rodolfus asked, his eyes scanning the tumultuous scene around them as he approached Augustus Rookwood. The chaos was contagious; prisoners were reveling in their newfound freedom, and the hapless Aurors were struggling to regain control.

Augustus looked up from where he sat, a stony expression on his face. "Heard it? I can see it. But that doesn't mean I'm going to join that madman," he growled, his voice tinged with frustration.

Antonin joined Rodolfus, placing a hand on Augustus's shoulder. "Look around you, Augustus. There're no death eaters left anymore. It's just the three of us," he stated, the grim reality of their situation palpable in his voice.

Rodolfus nodded, his gaze steady on Rookwood. "We were once feared, once powerful. Our master is gone, but his legacy remains," he pointed out, his voice heavy with shared memories of their time as Death Eaters.

Augustus regarded the two men in front of him, his gaze hardened. "And you expect me to join you? To follow another madman, only to end up back here?" he asked, his skepticism clear.

Antonin's gaze met Rodolfus's. They had been through much together, and this was just another obstacle to overcome. "We don't expect anything, Augustus. But we want you to know that we have a new purpose now. This... this chaos, it's just the beginning," Antonin voiced out.

"We can rise again, Augustus," Rodolfus continued. "We can reclaim what we've lost. Join us. Stand with us. Let's become the nightmare the wizarding world thought they had seen the last of."

Augustus took a long, hard look at his former companions. He could see the determination burning in their eyes, and for a moment, he found himself considering their offer. Maybe there was something in this madness after all, something that could bring back their former glory.

"I... I'll need to think about it," he finally murmured, his gaze once again returning to the chaos outside their cell.

Rodolfus and Antonin exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They nodded at Augustus, leaving him to his thoughts as they returned to the task at hand.


The dark wizard made his way through the chaotic halls, walking with a certain air of confidence. His next stop: Fenrir Greyback's cell. The notorious werewolf, who once sowed terror throughout the wizarding world, was now but another prisoner in Azkaban. The dark wizard found this irony amusing.

As he approached the cell, he could see Greyback pacing inside. The werewolf's eyes glowed in the semi-darkness, a fierce energy swirling within them. The dark wizard noticed how even in captivity, Greyback's feral instincts remained intact. The smell of freedom was stirring the beast within him.

"Fenrir Greyback," he called out, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

Greyback halted mid-pace, turning his gaze toward the dark wizard. "Who wants to know?" His voice was gruff, carrying an edge of hostility.

"I'm here to make you an offer, Greyback," the dark wizard began, a hint of amusement in his tone. "An offer you can't refuse."

Greyback scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "I don't do offers. Got tricked into one, ended up here," he snarled.

The dark wizard remained unfazed. "What if I told you this offer includes getting out of this forsaken place?"

Greyback's eyes flashed, his curiosity piqued. However, he was no fool. "And what do you want in return?"

The dark wizard smirked, "Your loyalty."

Greyback laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed throughout the hall. "My loyalty? For what? Another madman's cause?"

The dark wizard regarded Greyback, his gaze unwavering. "A madman's cause that will put you back on top, Greyback. A world where your kind doesn't have to hide in shadows, where you can rule. Wouldn't you want that?"

Greyback was silent, contemplating. He wanted freedom, yes, but at what cost?

"I need your answer now, Greyback," the dark wizard pressed. "I can't afford to wait."

Greyback looked into the dark wizard's eyes, seeing a glimpse of the world he was promising. A world where he could unleash his true self without fear. It was an enticing prospect. He glanced at the open cell door, then back at the dark wizard.

"You have my loyalty," he finally said, a menacing smile spreading across his face.

"Excellent," the dark wizard said, nodding his approval. The beast had joined the cause.


Augustus Rookwood watched in awe as the dark wizard dealt with a group of defiant inmates, dueling effortlessly with a wand in each hand. It was a display of raw power and skill that was seldom seen. He seemed to revel in the fray, getting his hands dirty, proving himself a true warrior. Augustus had to admit, there was a certain thrill in witnessing such audacity.

He thought back to Voldemort, a figure that commanded fear but remained aloof, never truly engaging in combat unless it was necessary. This man, however, was a different breed. He was a commander who wasn't afraid to dig his heels into the trenches with his soldiers, leading by example rather than fear.

As Antonin Dolohov and Rodolfus Lestrange approached him, Rookwood was still lost in his thoughts. The duo had a look of anticipation in their eyes. They had thrown in their lot with this dark wizard and now awaited his decision.

"Rookwood," Antonin began, his voice as cold as his gaze. "We need your answer. Now. He won't wait."

Rookwood gave the matter a thought. It was a chance to break free from the desolate confines of Azkaban. But it was also an opportunity to serve a leader who stood among his followers, a stark contrast to Voldemort's reign of terror.

He looked at Antonin and Rodolfus. They were the remnants of an era that had long since passed, and they sought to bring back those times under the banner of this new figure. The prospect was alluring, to say the least.

He looked back at the dark wizard, who was now dealing with Fenrir Greyback, the notorious werewolf. His decisiveness, combined with his display of power, stirred a sense of respect within Rookwood. This was a man who could lead them back to glory. He was offering them a second chance at wielding power, at making their mark on the world.

Gathering his resolve, Rookwood finally nodded. "I'm in," he declared, a newfound determination reflected in his eyes.

Antonin and Rodolfus shared a satisfied glance. They had another ally, another old comrade to join their cause.

And so, Augustus Rookwood chose his side, throwing his lot with the dark wizard, stepping into an uncertain future with the hope of regaining lost power. It was a decision that would change the course of his life and perhaps alter the fate of the wizarding world.


With Azkaban in chaos and her wand at the ready, Delphi Riddle stood guard outside her cell. Her gaze darted back and forth, scanning the faces of the freed inmates that roamed the halls, their expressions a mix of surprise, exhilaration, and predatory delight.

Inside the cell, James Potter was bound and restrained, the result of a plan hatched in haste and desperation. He looked up at Delphi, his expression a mix of worry and resigned trust. This was the woman who had sworn not to harm his family, who had shared her past, her hopes, and even her birthday peanut butter fudge with him. Now, she was his only hope of surviving this ordeal.

"Say, Potter," Delphi called out, her tone oddly light given the circumstances. "Does this count as a date?"

James blinked at her in surprise, taken aback by the sudden humor. "A date?" he echoed incredulously, trying to keep his voice down so as not to attract attention. "Seriously, Riddle? That's what you're thinking about right now?"

Delphi shrugged, her eyes never leaving their surroundings. "Well, you have to admit, it's not the typical dinner-and-a-movie kind of date, but it does have a certain... adrenaline rush to it."

James couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. Despite the danger they were in, Delphi still managed to keep her sense of humor. He glanced around the cell, his gaze falling on the cold stone walls and the faintly glowing warding runes etched into them. "Well, if this is a date," he replied, shaking his head with a wry smile, "remind me to pick the next location."

Delphi chuckled softly at his words. It was a moment of levity amidst the chaos and uncertainty. But beneath the humor, a current of sincerity ran through their words. Their relationship had formed in the strangest of circumstances, molded by moments of trust, vulnerability, and shared secrets. Maybe it was twisted, maybe it was dangerous, but in a place as dark and foreboding as Azkaban, it was a beacon of hope.

"Deal," she said, meeting his gaze. "But let's make sure we survive this one first."

Delphi's smile faded as swiftly as it had appeared. A sensation crawled under her skin, like icy fingers tracing an intimate, haunting melody. It was something dark, something powerful. Her eyes snapped towards the end of the corridor, and the humor fled her face entirely. Emerging from the shadows was a figure cloaked in black, power radiating from him in palpable waves. He strode forward, wands held in each hand, cutting a path through the mass of freed inmates as though they were nothing more than parchment barriers. His movements were effortless, ruthless, a dance of deadly precision and terrifying ease.

And he wasn't alone. At his heel walked four men Delphi recognized all too well: Fenrir Greyback, the savage werewolf with a thirst for human flesh; Augustus Rookwood, a former Unspeakable turned Death Eater; and Antonin Dolohov and Rodolfus Lestrange, loyal followers of her father till the very end. All of them ex-Death Eaters, infamous for their ruthlessness and their unwavering allegiance to the Dark Arts.

Her heart pounded in her chest as a shiver of unease rippled through her. Whoever this man was, he was dangerous. But as the dark force emanating from him reached out to her, a part of her couldn't help but feel intrigued. The same darkness that had once made her feel powerful, invincible, was now in the hands of someone else.

Suddenly, she remembered James, bound and helpless in the cell. She turned to him, her eyes wide with alarm. "Potter," she whispered urgently, "We might have a bigger problem."

James followed her gaze down the hall, his eyes widening at the sight of the advancing figure. "Who the hell is that?" he muttered, his voice low and tense.

Delphi shook her head, her grip tightening around his wand. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he's got a very dark aura."

If the situation hadn't been dire before, it certainly was now.


The dark wizard moved like a predator through the chaotic corridors of Azkaban, his presence compelling a respectful distance from the other inmates. He approached Dolores Umbridge's cell, his dark gaze settling on the former Undersecretary. Her appearance had been worn by her years in Azkaban; yet her eyes still held that glint of cruel delight, a sharp contrast to the dreariness surrounding her.

She recognized power when she saw it, and the dark wizard radiating such force piqued her interest. "What brings you to my humble abode?" Dolores asked, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

He didn't waste time on pleasantries. "I can get you out of here, Umbridge. There's a new order rising, one that won't tolerate the pathetic excuses for wizards running the Ministry."

A flicker of hope sparked in Dolores's eyes. She'd been ousted, humiliated, and discarded by the very society she had tried to purify. This could be her chance to reclaim her former glory, to stand at the forefront of a new, purer wizarding world.

"And why, pray tell, would you do such a thing for me?" Dolores queried, her eyes calculating.

"Because I need followers who understand our cause," the dark wizard stated plainly. "Voldemort failed because he couldn't command loyalty. He relied on fear. I intend to rectify that mistake."

Dolores considered him for a long, tense moment, her gaze unwavering. "And what makes you think I would follow you?"

"Because you, Umbridge, desire power," he replied, his tone certain. "And I can give that to you. Join me, and you'll have more than just a position at the Ministry. You'll have the opportunity to shape the wizarding world into what it was meant to be."

The lure of power, of control, and the chance to mold the world as she saw fit was too great for Dolores to resist. She looked at the dark wizard, her lips curling into a twisted grin. "Very well. I accept your offer."

The dark wizard's lips curled up in a small, satisfied smile. "Good," he murmured. "Welcome to the new order, Dolores Umbridge."

Recruiting Dolores had been almost too easy. The dark wizard was confident in his plan, confident in his new recruits. The Ministry wouldn't know what hit them. His mission was nearly complete. He had collected his desired followers; they had accepted his offer of power without a second thought. Now, there was only one left: his prized possession. The one that was crucial for the success of his master's plans. Delphini Riddle.

The dark wizard turned to Umbridge. "Where can I find Delphini Riddle?"

Umbridge, her mouth stretching into a wide, cat-like grin, pointed down the hallway, "Oh, Delphi dear," she called out, a mocking lilt in her voice.

Delphi's eyes widened. Fear seized her heart as she watched the dark figure make a beeline straight towards her cell. She quickly muttered a countercharm, freeing James from the binding spell that had held him captive.

"James," she hissed urgently, "take my hand. Now!"

The desperation in her voice left no room for argument. James clasped her hand tightly just as the dark wizard closed in on them.

With a last desperate glance at the approaching threat, Delphi turned on the spot, her wand aimed towards the ground. In a rush of magic, their surroundings blurred into a whirl of color, the last thing they heard before they vanished was a low, thunderous curse from the dark wizard.

The dark wizard skidded to a halt where Delphi and the Auror had stood moments before, his eyes flaring with furious disappointment. He had not anticipated this. He was too close, too damn close to getting her, and she had slipped from his grasp.

"She'll pay for this," he seethed, his voice echoing ominously through the prison's grim corridors.

But there was no time to dwell on this setback. He had his recruits, and his plan was in motion. He would find Delphini Riddle again, and next time, he would not let her escape.

Back-up apparated onto the scene in a matter of minutes, Harry Potter leading the charge, a pack of two dozen Aurors following closely on his heels. Their faces were hard, their eyes steel. They knew what they were up against, and they were ready.

The dark wizard smirked at their arrival, coolly watching as they fanned out across the corridor. Behind him, his five new followers raised their hands in surrender, their faces twisted in defiance.

"Drop your wands and get on your knees," Harry commanded, his wand trained steadily on the dark wizard.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied, his voice as chilling as the Arctic wind. He made no move to drop his wands, nor did he show any sign of surrender.

Harry's gaze shifted to the familiar faces standing behind the dark wizard. "Trying to continue Voldemort's work, are you?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt.

The dark wizard threw his head back and laughed. It echoed through the dreary corridors of Azkaban, a sound devoid of humor. "Why would I want to follow in the footsteps of a pathetic excuse for a wizard?" he asked, scorn dripping from every word.

"He was defeated by an infant the first time around, failed to conquer a mere school, and was beaten by a seventeen-year-old boy the second time. I have far grander plans, Potter," he said, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

The dark wizard stood tall, his posture screaming defiance. "I do not aim to repeat his mistakes. I will not underestimate my enemies as he did. You included Potter."

Harry and the dark wizard held each other's gaze, each sizing the other up.

"You were probably hoping I would introduce myself, reveal my goals, but that's where me and Little Tom differ," the dark wizard remarked nonchalantly, his words cutting through the tension. "I have no intentions of revealing anything to you, yet..."

Harry stood resolute, his eyes boring into the dark wizard, "Drop your wands, get on your knees, or we will use force," he repeated, a note of finality in his voice.

The dark wizard's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, "I choose force."

And then all hell broke loose. Spells flew from both sides like bullets in a warzone. The dark wizard, with his wand in each hand, was a picture of sheer power and control. He deflected and shielded himself with one wand while incapacitating Aurors with the other, echoes of Grindelwald's infamous fight against MACUSA a century earlier playing out before their very eyes.

His other wand moved with frightening speed and precision. He blasted a hole in the wall with a spell so strong, it rocked the fortress to its core. His new followers, the five former Death Eaters, watched in awe.

And then, with a final movement of his second wand, he stabbed it into the ground. The fortress shuddered under the force of a powerful tremor that sent Harry and the rest of the Aurors sprawling.

Before anyone could regain their footing, he cast a powerful levitation charm. He and his followers rose into the air, hovering just above the ground. And then, with a final smirk at the dumbfounded Aurors, he flew away, leaving a stunned Harry Potter and a devastated Azkaban behind.


A/N: Wooo! hope you guys enjoyed, this was so much fun to write. But where did Delphi and James go? Hmmm...