"Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!" The mechanical voice of the artefact echoed throughout Azkaban. I noticed that Wizers was running towards the administration building and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he would survive; I had grown attached to him after all. My silent companion of the last few years. I grab my wand and head for the first floor. The floors here were numbered differently than in other places. The first floor was the top floor, where the sun shone in, just like the second floor. The third and fourth floors were still above ground, and all the others were underground.
"Attention, everyone, there has been an attack. I am declaring martial law. All employees are to act in accordance with Article 2.4 of the Charter. I repeat, Article 2.4. We are awaiting the arrival of the Aurors.
"They'll be here soon. The port keys don't work." Voldemort was no fool; several powerful domes covered the island prison. Black silhouettes of Dementors stretched towards the attackers but stopped nearby, as if spellbound. While the resurrected Dark Lord deftly cast another chain of spells, I hurried to the prisoners. Jumping up to the right cells, I began to cast spells with practiced movements.
"Somnus. Somnus. Somnus." One by one, the rays of the sleep spell hit the prisoners. Now I can do it. I waited for this moment, martial law, the enemy attack, it's just a pity that time is slipping through my fingers like water. Both Kerrows fell into a deep sleep. Dolokhov stared at me intently, like a beast ready to pounce.
"Somnus," I dodged and grinned crookedly, not expecting to hit him on the first try. But I couldn't waste any time. The cells of the three Lestranges were nearby, Bells and Rabastan grinned, knowing that their Lord was nearby. Only Rudolphus cringed, understanding everything. I wave my wand lightly.
"Avada Kedavra.
There's no point in screaming. The green beam hits Bella. The wizards' faces contort with hatred. And mine doesn't look any better right now. These years, unable to leave this cursed island, a freak in any society, guarding prisoners who would pay gold for my head, have not made me any more tolerant.
"Avada Kedavra." Another hit, those seconds seemed like the longest of my life. And disgusting. I could see everything around me, but the sound refused to reach me, although judging by his open mouth, Rudolphus was screaming. But Potter had a monopoly on the ability to survive Avada, so there was no chance of escape. It was so disgusting, my own actions. Shooting an unarmed man, killing him out of rage and malice. It seems that the madness in Azkaban spreads through the air.
"Avada Kedavra," a green beam hit the last of the Lestrange family in the chest. Finally rid of the last of the family, I freeze in shock, and the sounds return. The prisoners howl, curse and threaten, and the building shakes as if from an earthquake. The top floor is damaged. That means they've started bombing, and it's time for me to save my life, again.
As I leave, I glance at Dolohov and use two more spells, Obliviate on Amicus and Avada on Malfoy. I decide not to leave the latter alive either; he is the last of his kind. I have read the Auror reports and know that the wizard spoke under the influence of Veritaserum. I won't leave someone like that alive. Without wasting any time, I run through the corridors, prisoners howling nearby, trying to escape. Although, what will happen to them? Voldemort will only take his followers; he didn't care about the others. I hope the canon hasn't suffered too much from my actions. Another turn, I press on a small ledge and slip into a narrow corridor, the slab behind me closing softly. I knew about these passages for staff. Not entirely legally, but I knew. The boss should have been more careful with his documents, especially the prison plan. A few frantic jerks and another ledge at the end of the dead end. I push hard with my whole body and fall from a great height into the water. It's a good thing that this is the opposite side from where the Dark Lord and his minions are. The Dementors darted after me, but when they got closer, they felt the amulet's effect and retreated. They behaved very strangely: slowly floating across the territory, they all left Azkaban.
I entered the water a couple of metres and then swam away with convulsive strokes. I reached into one of my pockets and activated the invisibility amulet. Its power should last for half an hour. I couldn't afford a more expensive version; goblins were still creatures when it came to buying and selling. It was hard to row, and it would be a while before he could apparate, as the shields were working at full capacity.
"A-A-A-A-A!" Hearing the furious cry from the castle, which rose above the rest of the cacophony of hell, he understood. The Lord had finally found his followers. But Lestrange and Malfoy were dead, and I had hit Amicus so hard with Obliviate that he would have only five years of life left in his memory. I felt sorry for this wizard, having struggled to come to terms with my conscience, remembering their hands reaching out to the last person they knew and Alecto's pained smile. I hope I'm not completely rotten yet, if I can do something like that.
The water was cool, but I rowed frantically towards the shore, my body unaccustomed to such exertion. Visits to the Forbidden Forest were my extra income. And good physical shape was the key to my survival.
I thought about Dolokhov. A pure-blooded mage, a fighter, my enemy and a loyal Devourer of his Lord. And also a fellow countryman, a strong man who had a debt to me.
I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and my vision was getting a little dark. The time was approaching. A couple more strong strokes and I'm out on the shore, immediately reaching for my boot, where the port key is located. A slight crack and the familiar jerk pulls me into a small room. The walls were completely bare stone; there was nothing to look at. Finally, the door opened. My escort was already there.
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