It was an extremely scary event when Harry Potter was plotting. For some, they thought that meant that he was going to do something where his plan, even a well laid one, was going to blow up in everyone's face. For others, when he was planning, it simply meant that he was this close to finding some way to accomplish something great.
There was something that needed to be said about the best laid plots, which is why Harry Potter did not jump head long into anything, even though he gave that impression to the outside world. Thanks to the magic inside the castle, he had a very long time to plan this, even he had a very short time.
"So you're just going to storm Azkaban, and break Bellatrix out like it's nothing," Andromeda commented and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't be able to get the Polyjuice Potion, plus based on the laws of succession, she's kind of my property anyway," Harry said and Andromeda raised an eyebrow. "As you know, when Draco Malfoy challenged me to a duel, he invoked the Law of Pureblood Succession. All of the Malfoy Assets were on the line, even though he was not the head of house. The Malfoys were one of the twelve that signed the pact."
"Yes, and he thought that you would not claim those assets for his father had assured him that you were ignorant to magical culture," Narcissa chimed in, speaking up for the first time. She could have throttled her son for pulling such a action. He was the one that showed ignorance.
"Yes, well you create your own monsters and I think that from that day forward, I wanted to get the better of anyone with the last day Malfoy," Harry said to the group.
"Admittedly not hard," Lily commented to them, she had a very low opinion of the Malfoys for reasons that were numerous. It wasn't what they knew that got them so far, it was who they blew.
"No, it wasn't too hard," Harry admitted as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face although it was more to give his hands a break from the floor plan that he was making marks on in Azkaban. "I could have struck at any time and ruined them but I have a role to plan. A mediocre student who has no worth of his own, to quote Severus Snape."
"Goes to show that you can fool anyone," Narcissa offered Harry. She knew not to take Draco's word seriously and really Snape's either. Snape was determined to see James Potter's mini-me. He was still butt hurt about the Lily situation.
Although if one believed the rumors of Dumbledore and Snape, being butt hurt was not something that Snape was entirely unfamiliar with but that was a horrific thing that Narcissa vowed not to think about too much.
"So, I storm the gates of Azkaban and I get Bellatrix out, should be nothing too hard, should it?" Harry asked and Lily offered him a smile.
"And again I ask, after that's done, what do you do with the rest of the day?" she inquired to Harry and Harry offered her a smile in return.
"Well, it's not going to be easy, but I never do easy, I've never done easy, I never will do easy, easy is just not the Harry Potter thing to do," he admitted as he prepared to look at the plans and a smile crossed his face as he went over every single censarior.
If he just stuck to the plan, he would have Bellatrix out and once she had a chance to be healed, he would have the cup. Then Voldemort would be done and then he could leave the sheep to sink or swim as they saw fit and given their actions so far, Harry knew which of the two it would be.
"The look in his eyes when he plots, it's scary, it also reminds me if you," Andromeda stated.
Lily's smile grew wider as she said the obvious point. "We should be quite thankful that he takes after me a fair bit."
"Yes, we should," Harry agreed as he flipped through the floor plan. His father was a good man but he was the epitome of a Gryffindor through and through, so they did not have that big of a shelf life. Harry flipped through the papers and smiled.
As it turned out Voldemort did have a plan of taking down Azkaban but given that it involved making friends the Dementors, that simply was not going to fly with Harry. The ritual should in fact strengthen his Patronus and he was intrigued to see the results as he stormed the prison.
The memories did offer him a complete check list of who were Death Eaters and who were not. Many had claimed Imperius Curse but Harry did take note that there were a number of Ministry Workers who have taken extended leaves of absence due to illness. They would not be coming back, the ritual was going to seal their fate.
As for the ones in Azkaban, well Harry was under the assumption that they were dying as well but he knew what happened when people made assumptions. So he was going to step into the prison and make sure that those Death Eaters were going to go down. Only the attractive female deserved to be spared. Dumbledore might argue for sparing them despite they had raped countless, murdered many, and tortured several. Perhaps he was looking for more cuddle buddies like Snape.
Harry once again put the thought out of his mind.
Andromeda could not help herself from taking a peak at her godson's plan and a smile crossed her face. "That plan is amazing, magnificent."
Harry could not help but smiling regarding said plan.
"Of course that plan is amazing, I was the one who created it," Harry said to her, showing a bit of that arrogance but it was not the Potter arrogance that he was showing.
Azkaban was just one step away and he needed to release his guest from the prison. A smile crossed Harry's face as he figured out what he needed to do next.
People should have pitied the Aurors who had to brave the shift in Azkaban.
Azkaban was a place that does not offered warm security. The winds blew through the air and offered a sense of extreme cold. The fog choked anyone who dared walk through it and it had the ability of someone who would walk through an ice box.
'Damn, all I want to do is go home,' one of the Aurors cursed at the thought of what was going home. He wrung his hands out and closed his eyes.
One could hear the shrieks of the people who were troubled by the long term exposure of Dementors. It was enough to rise goose bumps on the arms of anyone who experienced it even though people would concede that others deserved it .Be that as it may it was still unnerving and the Auror at the gates was mentally ticking down the seconds until his shift end.
Those horrors passed once again. His Patronus was decent but not good enough. It was not Harry Potter level. There was this rumor that he murdered a hundred Dementors who had tried to swoop down on him at Hogwarts.
It seemed outlandish but there were a lot of rumors regarding Harry Potter that did. He was an urban legend that was coming to life and there were any number of stories. For a brief time, Potter had been a topic for discussion from upper levels of management for the Ministry. He had claimed that You-Know-Who had returned and that was not something that the Ministry did.
There was a part of this particular Auror that hoped that You-Know-Who did return. It would allow him some excitement and everything along those lines.
'Damn, where is the relief?' he asked as he saw those floating terrors pass again. He really wish that they would just get a move on, they moved at glacial speed.
It was like that they were tormenting him but he suspected that this was the idea. He shook his head and felt his hands grow even number. The man's hands nearly got...well it was really hard to hold his head up. He swayed his body.
"Your relief is coming through," a young woman commented, as she stepped by with a hood.
"Auror Davis," the young Auror said as she shook his head.
"Yeah, I drew the short strong," the Auror commented although if he only knew what was going on in there.
"Well, I don't envy you right now, I'm going to go and warm up," the young male Auror said as he scrambled away and tried to go as fast as he could. The young man could not get out of there soon enough and that was not really a bad thing per say, it was an extremely good thing for sure.
The female Auror smiled as she looked over into the shadows.
"Coast is clear, Harry," she whispered to Harry.
"Thanks, Nym, you've done well," Harry offered.
It was just a matter of putting a sleeping potion in the drink of the Auror who was next on duty, and then modify her memories slightly to make sure she was on duty. Given that Davis was a bit of an idiot, unlike her cousin at Hogwarts, it was not too hard to slip her a drink.
"Yeah...don't take too long..." Nym said as she saw the Dementors. "How can they not sense you?"
"I'm very good at blocking my emotions," Harry said in a stoic voice. He was also good at misdirecting his emotions which made certain people think that he was easy prey. Then again, they did not really know better.
Harry took half of a step towards the gates of Azkaban and placed his hands on the cold, hard steel. He could sense the Dementors but they did not really affect him as much as they did in the past. That was an extremely good thing, it would allow Harry to keep his head above the water and move forward towards what he needed to do.
There was a creek and Harry stepped inside. The Dementors would get stronger and Harry knew what he had to do. In fact he prepared himself for it. The high security wing was a few steps away and Harry needed to keep moving, for if he did not make it there, he would be in a lot of trouble.
'High security and the greatest concentration of Dementors are there, that really figures, ' Harry thought to himself as he scrambled as quickly as his legs could carry him.
Harry perked his ears up and he could see them. They were gliding, they sensed him, despite the fact that he was able to block his thoughts for a little while. The green eyes of Harry Potter flowed with power as he lifted his hand.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The Patronus flooded out in a fury and the creatures were backed off. Harry had seen them back off but he never saw Dementors run out of the way and he most certainly never saw them steam rolled. The wizard's eyes watched the progress and he could have sworn that he heard an inhumane shriek, these shrieks got even louder, louder, louder.
Harry busted his way up the hallway and he could hear the Death Eaters screaming. One of them had scratches on his face and it looked like he was about ready to claw his eyes out. Harry could see more Dementors coming and once again, another Patronus was sent down the hallway.
Harry reached into his bag and pulled out two vials of red potion, putting them on the walls of the cell. He reached forward and grabbed the side of the cell.
He cut it open and saw the gaunt face of Bellatrix Lestrange. The lights appeared to be on and no one was home.
Harry pulled out the key and grabbed Bellatrix.
'Nym, we're coming down,' Harry informed her.
'Harry, there's no way out, the Dementors are coming up the stairs, there must be a thousand of them at least,' Nym thought and Harry was certain that that figure was an exaggeration but where there was a will, there was a way.
He opened the portal and slipped Bellatrix's limp form through. Then he would get Nym and replace her with the Auror that he knocked out.
The perfect crime and that corrosive potion would eat through the walls, burying all of the Death Eaters alive.
Harry Potter was really pleased with himself after what he accomplished. Then again, it was not every day where someone was able to storm the gates of Azkaban and liberate someone. Plus he had dealt a huge blow to Voldemort's forces and no doubt that particular man was going to blow a gasket and do something stupid that might get himself killed.
Which would make Harry's job entirely easily to do. If he could get Voldemort out of the way, then he could move on with his life.
"So, you're basking in your moment of triumph," Gabrielle said as she leaned against the wall, walking over and shamelessly throwing herself onto Harry's lap. The young Veela offered him a bright grin and he wrapped his arm around her waist as she leaned back into him.
"Best seat in the house," Harry whispered in her ear and the blonde nodded with a bright smile.
"You know it, Harry," Gabrielle said as she allowed Harry to stroke her hair. She smiled, she had dreamed about him for a long time, as if there was any other men on Earth that could sate the desires of a Veela, along with any other women it was Harry. "So...only a powerful wizard like yourself could be the only one who could even take down Azkaban. It was so amazing."
"Yes, and I got the most valuable asset, it's most female prisoner," Harry said and he smiled. "She's in pretty rough shape well."
"Well she did spend all that time in Azkaban," Gabrielle said and she hated the concept of Azkaban and hated that those creatures were given purpose. There was a long standing hatred between Dementors and Veela, with Dementors being creatures of hopelessness and Dementors being creatures of hopelessness and despair.
"Yes, that's not really something that I wish on my worst enemy," Harry admitted to her and he kissed the back of her neck. The blond relaxed against him.
"She's been put through the ringer," Fleur said as he showed up.
Harry thought that he might not find anything better than a Veela in his lap but then again, two Veela perched against him, that was an amazing thing for sure. He stroked their hair and they smiled at each other.
"Well, she's been in there, in the high security wing, and Sirius got put through the ringer pretty well," Harry offered to her and Fleur offered a smile as she nudged Gabrielle out of the way, so she could straddle Harry's lap.
"Well, maybe I should give you a full examination since you got out of Azkaban," Fleur commented to him in a saucy voice as her smile got even wider and she ran her hands down Harry's chest, and reached his stomach, pulling his shirt off to reveal his muscular chest. "I would hate to see anything happen to you and...I wouldn't want anything to happen."
"Hey, Fleur, I was here first," Gabrielle stated as she balled her fists up and looked about ready to throw fire.
"Yes, but I am older than you," Fleur said to Gabrielle as she turned around and gave her younger sister the evil eye. "Therefore I am more equipped to deal with what Harry needs."
"Oh, you think so, don't you," Gabrielle said as she stared down Fleur and the two of them locked onto each other.
"Ladies," Harry said clearing his throat. "The two of you will be behave."
"Harry..."
"I think the two of you need to be taught a lesson in sharing," Harry offered and he looked at Fleur who moved over. "The two of you need to work together or you'll be in for a very unsatisfying time."
"Sure you wouldn't withhold sex!" Fleur shrieked, she thought about life without Harry's cock and that was a life that was empty and barren.
Harry offered her a smile and looked at the Veela. Her eyes widened and she offered him a slight pout that grew even more prominent each moment that he was looking at her. It was amazing to see such a thing in her eyes and Harry watched her. He was milking anticipation for the moment.
"You know, I'm sure that if you don't behave, there might be some kind of punishment in order," Harry told her as he placed his hand on her shoulder and flipped her hair out of her face. "And not the good kind of punishment either."
Fleur's eyes widened and she locked her eyes onto Harry. There was a second where she stopped, she could not properly find her voice. In fact, she found it extremely hard to swallow.
Gabrielle looked properly smug but Harry caught that look on her face. Slowly he decided to tell her what was up.
"And that goes for you too as well, if you don't learn to behave," Harry said.
"What, are you going to spank me?" Gabrielle asked saucily and Harry looked back at her.
Harry smiled as he build up some anticipation in her mind and there was no lying about it, the young Veela shuddered as she saw his burning gaze that was locked onto hers.
"Well, that would be the sort of thing that you would get off on, wouldn't it?" Harry asked her and Gabrielle could not keep the anticipation out of her eye. "Spanking would not fit to punish you. I think that we should tie you up and make you watch as I fuck other girls, fuck them into a drooling mess, fuck their brains out, fuck them until they can't walk."
Harry spoke these words and both of the Veelas tried to take a step forward but suddenly they realized they could not. Ropes were wrapped around them. They loved being tied up but not to the point where they were going to be left hanging.
"You are evil, master," Fleur moaned as her pussy burned for desire and she could not imagine it not being filled by her lord.
"Yes, I know," Harry admitted gleefully, he would do an evil laugh if it did not sound cartoonish.
He left Fleur and Gabrielle to comprehend the lesson that he was trying to teach them and he prepared to meet with his mother to see what was going to be done about Bellatrix to fix as much of the damage that Azkaban did to her.
A shit storm rained all over the Ministry of Magic and Amelia Bones thought that she had picked the perfect time to be in the middle of everything.
Cornelius Fudge resigned this morning, given that the fiasco of Azkaban, he really had no choice to resign. Of course, resigning was not going to save him from being brought on with charges, as Amelia found that several Death Eaters who claimed to be under the Imperius Curse had made sizable donations to the Miistry of Magic.
Perhaps, that could be forgiven because that technically was not under Fudge's watch, although the true nature of his relationship with Lucius Malfoy had been speculated time and time again. That was not anything that Amelia wished to think about at this moment but still, dangerous Death Eaters being allowed to walk on the street because they were well connected, that was an instance of something that Amelia could not even begin to forgive.
However, there were the crimes of recent years that brought to Amelia Bones attention where Fudge thought that he was above Ministry law. Amelia did not only know where to begin.
There was a scandal during Fudge's first year in office where all of the Muggleborn and half blood employees had their salary's restructured. Under the Fair Labors Act of 1959, it was stated that those classified as Muggleborn or half blood wizards and witches would not be given a short change of their salary. Granted it was rare that anyone but the old families got into prominent positions but Fudge had ensured that everyone who earned their jobs where shuttled with that.
Okay, Amelia could chalk that up to pureblood stupidity, because that was going to be an old prejudice that was not going to die. To do anything right now was going to be akin to locking up the henhouse after the foxes already got inside.
So, there was what happened during the 1992-1993 school year, the entire Chamber of Secrets mess. Hagrid was brought into Azkaban without so much as a trial or an investigation. Despite the fact that these things were protocol, Fudge decided that the law did not apply to the almighty Minster of Magic. Amelia did not know about this situation until it was much too late and by the time she got a hold of Fudge.
Then there was Black's escape. Amelia pushed for trained Aurors to be placed around Hogwarts, those who would understand the difference between a thirteen year old boy and the supposed follower of the Dark Lord, something that Amelia had many doubts with to begin with. Regardless, Fudge had ordered the Dementors there, without going through the proper channels. Thankfully Harry Potter was not kissed because there would be rioting in Diagon Alley if that happened and Amelia was more than willing to throw Fudge to the wolves if that happened.
Fourth year, well there was Potter's being placed into the Triwizard Tournament. Although why the tournament didn't end in a disqualification after that, was based off of sheer Ministry incompetence. Then again, given that Crouch was not in sound mind, maybe he forgot. She did not expect Bagman to remember and Dumbledore...welll Dumbledore was going even more senile by each passing year.
Then once again, Fudge bypassed the standard channels and had Barty Crouch Junior suffer the Dementor's Kiss. She was irate when this happened. Even if Crouch was a raving nutcase, there was still a question of a security breach at the very least given that a man who was supposed to be dead turned up.
Then there was the incident with the Dementors, Amelia shook her head, it always seemed to be going back to those accursed things.
Just like the incident this morning with the creatures had raised far more questions then there did answers. Amelia had to pause for a few seconds.
'How in the bloody hell does a group of creatures who insight fear shriek in it,' she wondered to herself and she had no clear answer to that one and that was something that caused her a tiny amount of frustration.
She managed to hold her head up, even though there were going to be some problems, more than a few problems in fact. A good portion of Azkaban's prisoners disappeared off into nothingness, the entire high security wing might as well have not been there in the first place.
Then there was a letter on Amelia's desk. It would not have made it to her desk if it did not pass an extremely rigerous screening process. Her smile became rather fixed as she held the letter up. She was about ready to open it but she paused.
Working with Moody closely over the past few weeks most certainly had a few drawbacks. She would have chuckled had the situation not been so serious. Regardless, she flipped over the paper in her hand and opened up the envelope to reveal that there was in fact a letter inside.
Dear Madam Bones,
First of all, I'm sure that you've heard of me, even if you aren't obsessed with me as some people are. My name is Harry Potter.
Amelia snorted at how casual that statement came across but never the less, she plunged into the letter.
I'm sure you've been wanting to meet with me for quite some time and I know that you'd want to get straight down to business. Therefore, I'm going to cut to the chase. I'll be at the Ministry of Magic at noon tommorrow. Given Fudge's resignation, I believe that presents a unique opportunity for you.
Amelia raised an eyebrow, implications that she could potentially become Minister of Magic wasunnerving to say the very least. It was not something that she dreamed about or even considered. Then again, given the potential issues of anyone else getting into the role of Minister of Magic, she thought that it would be an idea to take one for the team.
I have one more piece of business to take care of but I want it assured that the sheep are in good hands.
Amelia paused, she almost wanted to issue a reprimand for Harry Potter and his verbiage directed to the British Magical World or would have, if it's true.
We have plenty to discuss and I'll see you shortly.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter.
Amelia was both intrigued and apprehensive. There was just one thing that changed the world and she was thrown into that sea of change, whether she liked it or not.
Lord Voldemort, the self proclaimed greatest Dark Lord of this generation or any other, was in a towering rage. He had never been more pissed off in his life and he blamed several people for it.
His followers of Azkaban, among his most loyal and talented, they died. Not to mention several of his Dementors had been terrified almost to death. There was barely anyone around to take his frustrations out on and what was worse, the stabbing pain in his chest would not go away.
It was all the fault of Harry Potter, the Dark Lord Voldemort knew that much. He refused to believe that any of his misfortunes were of his own. The child had defied him for the last time, there would be no way out.
He suddenly felt cold and hot and angered as well. He was very angry and people would not like Voldemort when he was angry. The Dark Lord pretty much snarled underneath his breath, sounding more like a dog than a snake and that was a hint that Voldemort did in fact lose his mind.
His followers did not come when he had summoned him, he could not believe that anyone would be so arrogant as if to defy him. He placed his palms up into the air and dropped them down. It did not matter if his followers were almost on his death bed. They only died when he gave them permission to die.
For an unbiased observer, Voldemort was losing his mind.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort howled at the top of his lungs.
That rat did not come when called. He was going to torture the rodent. First he was going to peel off his skin and then he was going to cook him in oil. Then he was going to force him to view Pensieve Viewings of Fudge's political speeches.
Yes that would show anyone who would defy him true terror. Fudge once gave an eighteen hour speech that everyone felt like they aged fifteen years in. Voldemort smiled, he did have some amount of respect for the Minister for being such a devious master of torture.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort yelled again.
Once again, he was not able to answer.
"Worthless," Voldemort hissed, letting out his breath between his teeth.
Wormtail was just as useless as Harry Potter was just like his common Muggle trash of a father was. Tom Riddle he thought that he was all high and mighty, and he used his mother for quick relief and then left her to die in the Orphanage. Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord in this generation or any other, was forced to live in that Orphanage with its substandard food, awful interior decorating, and the ugliest fucking children that the world ever saw.
He did not have a pleasant childhood and it warmed it up inside to know that Potter had it worse. He had gotten a few flickers of his memories thanks the ritual that returned him to his body. The boy's Muggle relations would be almost somone that he could respect, if it were not for the fact that they were Muggles and thus they were not worthy of his respect.
"MALFOY! AVERY! GOYLE! CRABBE! NOTT! GOYLE! CRABBE! WORMTAIL!" Voldemort shouted. "CRABBE! GOYLE! ROSIER! YAXLEY! CARROW! REPORT...REPORT...REPORT!"
Voldemort's eyes were still narrow but he was rocking back and forth like a soiled toddler that got his prized teddy bear decapitated. Come to think of it, Voldemort did something like that, only it wasn't a plush bear that got decapitated, it was an actual bear cub.
There were memories that resounded in Riddle's eyes. Then every time he closed his eyes, he saw something within his eyes, the echoes a failure. As much as he hated to admit it, he remembered everything that happened with the most prominent of clarity. His red eyes flashed before him.
It was Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort locked in a duel. The two of them surrounded each other, it was a moment of truth right there.
Voldemort went down in a heap and Harry Potter had defeated him about as easy as someone blowing their nose. Although to be fair, for most wizards, that might have been a challenge but regardless the analogy still stood. Harry Potter triumphed over Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark lord in this generation or any other, and it was a disgraceful loss.
The fact that the Dark Lord Voldemort thought that it would be as easy as taking candy from a baby when defeating Harry Potter the first time was something that he mentally ignored, at least for now. He shook his head and there was a second where he paused, as more images flashed through his head.
There were children, Mudbloods and Muggles, dancing around his corpse. His eye twitched as he could not get these images out of his head. They were dressing his destroyed body up in all sorts of awful costumes, he was dressed as a Muggle clown and much to his horror he was dressed as one of the most horrifying creatures known to man, a female.
There were chants, loud chants that resounded in his ear.
"DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD, WHICH OLD WITCH, THE WICKED WITCH!"
Voldemort's ears rang and the Dark Lord Voldemort shook his head, none of this was real but yet he saw letters burning on the wall. He stepped over and there was a sense that it was freshly burned in the wall. Maybe it was real, maybe it was another product of his illusion.
Seven little seven little Soul jars.
One got destroyed, it's gone by far.
Six little six little Soul Jars.
One more got destroyed, it's gone by far.
Five little five little Soul Jars.
One more got destroyed, it's gone by far.
Four little four little Sour Jars
One more got destroyed, it's gone by far.
Three little three little Soul Jars
One more got destroyed, it's gone by far.
Two little two little soul jars
Soon it will be destroyed, it was gone by far.
One little, one little soul jar.
Soon it will be destroyed, by far.
No little, no little, no little soul jars.
Soon you will be dead, by far.
Soon there will be none.
Voldemort collapsed on the ground almost like he was having a seizure. His new body was failing him and he looked at his hands, his skin was rotting off of the bones. He gave a pained howl.
This was all Wormtail's fault.