1995 - Two Months Before…
"Our sources inside the prison say they are still a few weeks from being ready for the release, my lord. Also, talks with Fenrir and his pack are moving along…"
"You fucking morons! DO IT AGAIN!"
Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, Voldemort rubbed his temples as he looked over his throne room. Kneeling at his feet was one of his many advisors, Elwin Townsend, who was currently giving Voldemort his latest report. Or, attempting to anyway.
"Hurry! Bunch of grown men who can't lift a single beam! Need a girl to do everything for you?!"
"Delphini!" Voldemort harshly whispered in a quiet, agitated tone that somehow travelled across the length of the throne room, growing tired of the constant shouting and noise. "Must you antagonize all of my most loyal men?"
Watching a pair of older men struggle with lifting a stone beam that had collapsed from the wall, Delphini stood with a frown on her face. Shrugging her shoulders, Delphini turned to look over at her father.
"They're fucking useless." She said with distain in her voice, motioning with her hand over to the men.
Following her finger, Voldemort looked over at the two men who stood by the wall, with their hands on their knees and their chests heaving with deep breaths. After he had commanded the two to repair the throne room, Delphini had snuck up on the pair and disarmed them. Seeing how easily the two had been beat, he commanded the two men to finish the room without using their wands. Something Delphini has been taking great joy in watching. Allowing a small smirk to form on his snake-like face, Voldemort looked back over to his daughter, giving her a nod to continue.
Her frown flipping, she looked back at the two men and raised her wand, firing stinger hexes at the pair.
"Lets GO! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" Delphini shouted, causing the older men to swear at the girl before bending down to try to lift the pillar again.
After watching the scene for a moment longer with a slight smile, Voldemort finally glanced down at the man beneath him, nodding for him to continue with the report.
Later
After about an hour, the two men had finished cleaning the throne room. Taking heavy, deep breaths, the men looked up at the large throne at the other end of the gigantic room, where their master sat.
Looking at the dark wizard for any sort of approval for their deeds, they were overjoyed to be rewarded with a slightest nod from the man. Smiling now, the two men looked eagerly to the woman standing to their right, who stared at the men with a stern look and her arms crossed over her chest. Looking expectantly to the woman, then back to their lord, who's face did not change in the slightest, the men became confused.
"Our…" He cleared his throat. "Our wands? Madam?" One of the men asked, wriggling his hands together nervously.
"Yes?" Delphini asked, looking confused. "What of them?"
Scrunching his eyebrows, the man looked over to her father, who's face still hadn't changed, watching the spectacle. Looking back at the girl, he took a deep breath and raised his chin.
"May we have them back?" He asked in a faux confident tone, as he tried not to sweat.
"Ohhhhh." Delphini said dramatically, as if she just now understood what he was asking. Digging into her robe, she retrieved the two wands, pulling them out into their view.
"You mean these? Right?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. Seeing the pair nod, she nodded too.
"Here." Delphini offered, sticking her right hand out with the two wands. Relieved, the men stepped forward to grab them, when suddenly, the wands dropped. Landing on the ground with loud cracks, the two wands rolled around for a bit before settling right at Delphini's feet.
Looking from the ground, up to the mens faces, Delphini couldn't help the smirk cross her face. "Oops."
Taking another deep breath, the men smiled. "Not your fault ma'am, only an accident."
"Mmmm yes, an accident. Could happen to anyone." Delphini agreed, nodding her head. "So grab them."
Sighing, the men just shook their heads, tired of the games. Walking forward, they only managed a few feet before being stopped.
"On your knees."
Sighing heavily this time, the first man looked angrily over the their master, who stood now with a smile on his face, eager to see what the men would do. Closing his eyes, he slowly kneeled, until on all fours. Taking one last deep breath, the old man crawled the few yards over to the feet of the woman, not looking up as he grabbed his wand.
Looking back, he could see his friend still stood there, a look of bewilderment on his face. Shaking his head no to his standing friend, he could only watch as the man stared into the eyes of his master.
"No." The older standing man denied, defying their lord.
His life ended in a green flash.
Later
Making her way through the manor, Delphini hummed a song to herself as she headed for her bedroom. Reaching the door, she moved through it while still humming, closing it softy behind her.
"Hello. Sarah."
Stopping cold in her tracks, Delphini's breath quickened as she slowly reached for wand. Turning quickly as she held the wand out in front of her, her eyes widened in shock.
Because, instead of the threat she thought of, it was a smirking Narcissa Malfoy sitting on her bed, with a short piece of parchment in her hands.
"Now why, Delphini, is Harry Potter writing… to you?"
But Narcissa was only met with frightened, delirious eyes. Eyes that quickly filled with tears as Delphini stood there with her wand out, her hands shaking as she pointed it at her friend.
Shakily, Delphini stammered out her question. "How did… how did you find that?"
To the question, Narcissa only shrugged her shoulders. Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Delphini shut her eyes tightly, dropping her wand as she thought of how to fix this. Seeing only one way, she quickly took a deep breath before raising her wand again, pointed directly at Narcissa's chest.
"Avada—"
"Are you serious?! Murder me?!" Narcissa harshly interrupted to the shaking girl, rising into a stood position. "What the fuck do you think you are doing you little idiot girl?!"
"You weren't supposed to see those, not yet anyway." Delphini explained, her wand still up.
"Well I did! Because news flash! Hiding letters from your father from his mortal enemy inside of your pillow case is not the greatest hiding spot." Narcissa replied back heatedly, tossing the letter to Delphini's feet.
Scoffing at the girl, Narcissa attempted to walk past Delphini to reach the bedroom door but was stopped by the girl.
"Where are you going?"
Stopping, Narcissa replied simply, "Out."
Shaking her head, Delphini grabbed the older woman's arm and turned her, so they were nose to nose.
"If you speak of this to anyone, I will kill you." She warned, purple eyes meeting blue.
"And if you don't get Harry Potter to come here and kill your disgusting fucking father, I'll kill you for wasting my time." Narcissa replied back in a harsh whisper, watching satisfied as shock ran rampant in the younger girls mind.
Feeling her let go of her arm, Narcissa smirked at the shocked girl before opening and shutting the bedroom door. Leaving a shaking Delphini alone in the room.
1996 - Two Months Later
"My Lord. We have news from the prison."
"What of it?" Voldemort responded, his eyes never leaving the young servant's.
"Uhm.. well.." The young boy stammered out, fear racing through the boy's veins from the focused attention. "Your men inside of the prison walls have sent word that wards around the prison have been weakened enough for your assault, my lord."
"Is that so?" He asked, raising one of his hands to stroke his chin in thought. After only a short moment, he looked back towards his young soldier.
"Give me your arm."
Later
The cold and dark ocean washed heavily over the gray stones on the shore, only adding a harsh atmosphere to the sight ahead of them. Standing on the short beach that lined the grim prison, stood an army of an odd sixty men and women, all outfitted with dark robes and silver masks.
At their head, stood a man taller then all, with no mask on. For he did not intend for anyone to see him.
"All! Listen to me, your savior. Here, behind me, lies our enemies frugal attempt at holding back the JUSTICE and ORDER this world so desperately needs. Your BROTHERS! SISTERS! March forward! May your presences be felt and feared. Free our people, so that I may begin our GLORIOUS CONQUEST!" Voldemort proclaimed, eyes washing over the large crowd all excitedly shuffling and hollering ahead of him. Smiling something sinister, Voldemort turned his back on his servants and raised his wand.
Shouting out in pure rage, Voldemort channeled his raw emotion and power through his wand, causing a blue-like lighting bolt to shoot out and immediately strike the weakened wards around the prison, destroying them as if it were glass.
Breathing heavily, Voldemort dropped his wand arm. Turning his head, he once again looked over his soldiers, who all stood awed at the sight before them. Raising his left arm, he pointed in directly towards the now exposed prison.
"Go."
Mixing in with the sounds of the alarms ringing inside the prison, and with shouts of fury and determination, all sixty warriors ran ahead, past their leader and towards the prison walls. Casting deadly spells at the few guards who came out to see what happened.
Smirking at the sight, Voldemort turned his back on the battle behind him and dissapparated away, leaving his men behind.
At the same time, deep inside the prison walls, guarded consistently by dementors and guards, a woman with long wiry hair and dark yellow teeth laughed hysterically with the men around her as the prison shook.
"Oh boys!" She shouted in a sing-song manner. "It's time!"
"Shut your mouth Lestrange!" Her guard shouted, but Bellatrix smiled at the man when she heard the fear in his voice.
"You can still let me out you know? Maybe even get a reward." Bellatrix said, grinning at the frightened man ear to ear. The guard, an older man who has worked in the prison for two decades, who has seen vile and evil people enter and leave the prison, and who's held power over those he was meant to guard, truly felt fear for the first time on the island.
"Reward?" He asked, his voice shaking.
Nodding her head eagerly at the man's question, Bellatrix slid off of her bed and sauntered over to the cell door, her face only a few inches from the man's.
"Mmhmm… from the dark lord himself. Riches… Power… Women… all yours."
The guards breath quickened as the walls of his prison shook, and he could hear the shouts of his fellow men as they died.
"Okay." He agreed, quickly grabbing the enchanted key from his belt and clumsily entering it into the cell door. Seeing this, Bellatrix smiled and slowed backed from the door. Twisting the key, the man pulled the door open whilst looking rapidly left and right for any sign of his fellow men. Not wanting anyone to see his betrayal.
"Okay, lets go." The man said while looking away, but when he looked forward, and his eyes met hers, he knew he made a giant mistake.
"RAGGGHHHHHH!" Bellatrix screamed, charging from the end of her cell through the opened door and leaping onto the man, digging her hands into his thin hair while wrapping her legs around his waist.
Wrestling the man, the pair struggled for a moment before the older man lost his balance and fell onto his back, with Bellatrix now straddling his lap. Smiling something sinister at the terrified man, Bellatrix moved her hands from his hair and plunged them down, driving her thumbs into the mans eye sockets. Feeling him contort and wriggle, Bellatrix held her hips down powerfully and kept him from fighting her off. After a minute, Bellatrix quickly leapt off of his torso and dove for his wand that had fell off during the scuffle. Grabbing it, Bellatrix laughed at the sight of the downed man, and walked forward. Leaning over the blind man.
"Thank you. Diffindo." She cast, severing the body from the head.
Leaning her head back in satisfaction, she let out another laugh. Still feeling the walls shake, but with the fighting now significantly closer to their cells, Bellatrix crouched down and grabbed the guards key. Walking over to the nearest cell, she smiled at the man as he eagerly stood at the head of his cell.
"Hello Husband." She said with joy.
"Bella you wonderful woman, hurry and unlock me! Lets go fight these bastards." Rodolphus Lestrange said with a smile, eagerly looking at the lock to his cell.
"I want a divorce." Bellatrix replied, holding the key about an inch from the cell lock.
"…What?" He asked, looking shocked up at her. "NO! Let me out so we can talk about it! BELLA!"
"Don't want to talk. Reducto Maxima." She cast, blowing her husbands into a million pieces as gore splashed the walls, roof, and floor. Feeling his body cover hers, she shrugged her shoulders before moving to the next cell over, obliviating the occupant of the last minute before. Letting them out, she tossed them the key to the cells and ordered the inmate to free the rest of their people. She was leaving.
Now it was her time to join the fight.
Walking down the long corridors of cells, Bellatrix laughed manically as she past the cheering and hollering of those still in the cells. Twirling the dead guards wand between her fingers, she cast firework charms as she walked.
Reaching the end of the corridors, Bellatrix marched forward and witnessed the battle, or rather, massacre. For every one remaining guard, there were at least five death eaters attacking. The bodies of guards that were hit first littered the floor, causing the courtyard of the prison to resemble the battles Bellatrix had dreamt of every night.
"Don't forget about me boys!" She hollered down to the battle, causing an eruption of cheers and shouts. And filling the bellies of the remaining guards with fear.
Laughing, Bellatrix meagerly walked down the staircase leading to the courtyard, enjoying seeing action again. Making it to the ground level, Bellatrix immediately scoured the landing to find her next victim.
Spotting a young blonde boy, missing his left ear, frantically shouting spells as he held off two laughing death eaters, Bellatrix licked her lips and raised her wand.
"Crucio!"
Two Minutes Before
Auror Shacklebolt sighed as he rubbed his forehead, growing tired over the paperwork needing to be filled over the attack on Hogsmeade.
Deciding to head home for the night, as everyone in the office had done hours ago, Shacklebolt placed all of his work inside his desk, locking it with a spell, then tidied up his cubicle. When satisfied, he gathered his coat and and walked to the door of the office.
But suddenly, a loud alarm blared throughout the office, startling the man. Immediately realizing what was happening, he quickly ran over the wall, slamming his fist into the button on the wall, alerting all active aurors to return to the office at once!
Once done, he looked over to where the alarm was blaring from, needing to know where they were being called from.
And with wide, frightened eyes, Auror Shacklebolt knew they needed more. So with shaky hands, he reached into his robes pocket and withdrew the tiny box that only two others had, and frantically said into it.
"Attack! Azkaban! Hurry!"
Twenty Minutes Later
Appearing onto the beach of the prison, an army of twenty-five aurors along with a frantic Professor Dumbledore quickly arranged themselves and marched up the beach, eager to help anyone still there.
But as they neared the prison, the hope slowly left those who had any. Because all through the prison, there was only one sound.
Silence.
Reaching the prison, Auror Bones quickly assigned units to check different sections of the prison. Find any survivors, and lock up any freed inmates.
Her, alongside Dumbledore, scoured the landing for anything. But to their ultimate dismay, only the dead of the innocent littered the ground around them.
That was, until from out of one of the cells, came a blood-curling scream. Drawing everyone's attention, the large group quickly ran over to the locked cell, with Amelia reaching first and peering in.
"Oh merlin." She gasped, backing from the door.
Being directly behind her, Dumbledore looked at her concerned before looking into the cell himself.
Huddled against the wall of the cell furthest from them, crouched a young blonde guard, missing his left ear, as he writhed around in agony, beating his head into the walls around him as he shouted. Delusional in pain.
And with a final shout, the young boy reared his head back, before slamming it directly into the stone wall, dropping instantly to the ground.
"HELP HIM!" Dumbledore shouted, frantically trying to open the locked cell door. One of the aurors towards the back, quickly raced away to one of the downed guards, grabbing their cell key and racing back, tossing it to Dumbledore.
Desperately trying to unlock the cell, he finally managed to open it, darting inside to help the poor boy. And after casting spell after spell into the body, and with nothing happening, Dumbledore knelt down, cradling the body of the boy in his arms, sobbing.
All the while, the group of aurors all watched the scene, heartbroken and filled with grief.
Auror Shacklebolt walked into the cell with the two, deciding to take action. Turning from the pair, he faced the crowd of aurors and shouted for them to return to their duties immediately. And as the crowd dispersed, Shacklebolt turned back to the older wizard and deceased young man and knelt, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Shutting his eyes, Auror Shacklebolt sent out a prayer for the boy, before opening his eyes again. Looking at the boy, he couldn't help the lump in his throat come out as a sob as he looked at where he had placed his hand.
For right on the now dead guards shoulder, cut deep into the flesh, was a heart shape with the words, "TOO LATE" engraved on it.