Harry took a breath, taking several moments to recover from that transformation. It wasn't the worst pain he ever felt, but it wasn't pleasant by any means. Stretching his wings he made sure to gain his balance and then with a strong thrust he pushed himself in the air. It took several beats of his wings before he could orient himself out to sea. As he flew over the water below for the first time it wasn't incredibly disorienting for him. He was still seeing in depth.
He shook his mind from those thoughts and concentrated on the mission ahead. Several minutes out to sea and he could already feel the drop in temperatures from the dementors. He could feel the pressure of a ward pass over him as it tried to force him down. It took several beats of Harry's wings to force him through the owl repulsing ward, and for just a moment he felt he would be physically ill. Harry had to admit he was impressed with the strength of the ward. However it wasn't built to hold back a phoenix.
As he came in sight of the large triangular pillar that rose out of the ocean. As it came into view he saw the familiar dark figures floating in the air around the prison, as well as the accompanying drop in air temperature.
Harry flew on, ignoring the presence of the dementors as he approached the island. As he approached the familiar island, Harry shifted his flight to fly towards the base of the prison. Initially he intended to fly and check the windows, but that would take awhile, since he had no idea what Regulus actually looked like. Harry knew he could figure it out by process of elimination, but decided to try a quicker way.
Harry flew toward a corner of the prison where he remembered finding the remains of an office in the Azkaban of his world. Of course he had also found the skeletal remains of someone crucified to the wall, with the word "Warden" carved into wall over it's head. Of course whoever it was, had been killed at least 2 years before he'd been there.
Harry had taken the body down and burned it's remains. Though it was far from the only body found during his time inhabiting the prison.
Harry found himself outside a small window, peering inside. He could see the dark office, though it was far more in one piece than it had been in his old world. Harry was pressing his face against the glass and was just about to flame into office when the window snapped open inwards. The unexpected movement caught Harry by surprise and he went tumbling in with a surprised and undignified squawk.
Harry fell onto another desk that was beneath the window where he gathered himself with a shake of his head. Once he regained his bearings, Harry stilled completely, prepared to flame outside in an instant should he hear any response to the sudden noise. After a full minute when there had been no response to the noise, Harry shifted back into his human form slowly, with a grunt as his muscles shifted back. It didn't feel any better shifting back and it took him almost two minutes to resume his human form. After making sure all his body parts were in their appropriate places, Harry quickly took stock of the office, it was rather bare. Harry guessed that even the lower part of the prison, where dementors patrolled less frequently still wasn't an ideal place for an office. He could sense the presence of the dementors, though the sense was somewhat muted, telling him there was quite a bit of distance between him and the nearest dementor. Not that he was worried about the effects at the moment.
It was obvious that whoever the warden was, didn't spend much time in here. However there was a small stack of papers on the desk, but it was on the wall beside the window that he found what he was looking for.
A blueprint of the entire prison with names attached to each room hung there. "Well… I'll be damned… there is a map after all." Harry murmured to himself as he checked closely to make sure he had a pretty good idea of where Regulus was. Of course he was kept in the higher area of the prison. "High Security" was a bit of a misnomer since all of the cells were the same. High security just meant more dementor patrols which mean their effects were stronger. Almost all of the high profile and unrepentant death eaters seemed to be in that area. The Lestranges, Rookwood, and Nott were all in the same cluster.
He turned to the window and prepared to shift back into his phoenix form when a small chest at his feet caught his eye.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry took out his wand and cast several detection spells on the chest, before hitting it with a simple unlocking charm. The chest popped right open and Harry's eyes widened.
Inside the chest were a large pile of wands, including at least one he recognized. The crooked wand of Bellatrix was very distinctive, especially once one considered how many times he had seen this wand pointed at him. Each one had a little tag on a string wrapped around the handle. Rather than waste time sorting through the pile of wands, he cast another diagnostic for any tracking spells before he quickly pulled a pouch off his belt and summoned the whole lot, easily over 100 wands, probably closer to 200, right into the pouch that had been charmed to carry a large amount of things.
Harry chuckled a little bit, shutting the trunk and then casting a quick obscuring spell, one that would remove all traces of any spell signature they could pick up within a few minutes. He cursed himself for sloppiness before he belatedly cast a similar charm on himself, that would obscure anything he cast for the next 12 hours or so.
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