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Maturity of Magic Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2025-03-01 20:34:23 +0000 UTC12 Grimmauld Place was undergoing what could best be described as organized chaos. After Harry’s vision, he had quickly assembled all of his allies in order to stop Voldemort from breaking his followers out of Azkaban. Or more specifically, to make sure that there were no followers for him to break out in the first place.
“To summarize things, after we arrive at the prison, myself and Nymphadora will distract the guards and make sure they don’t interfere.” Amelia said, ignoring how Tonks reddened in embarrassment at the use of her name. “While that is happening, everyone else will enter the prison and eliminate all the inmates located on the upper levels.”
All of them stood around the dining table, looking over a map of Azkaban, while Fleur worked on the portkeys in the other room. Their group had expanded in size since the summer, with Sirius, Narcissa, Julia, Amelia, Tonks, and Andromeda all ready to fight with him.
He had heard quite a bit about Narcissa’s sister, Andromeda Tonks, from Narcissa. In Harry’s mind, the woman was every bit as beautiful as Narcissa, albeit brown hair instead of blonde. He would describe her as a dominant and confident MILF with a body begging to be put in its place. She wasn’t seductive and teasing like Julia, nor reserved and proper like her blonde sister, but instead somewhere in between. And it was driving Harry wild.
“Tell me, did your vision show how Voldemort plans to attack the prison in the first place?” Andromeda asked him.
“Only that he planned to attack later in the day when the guards change rotation.” Harry answered.
“Then we should go completely undetected.” Andromeda stated. “If everything goes to plan, we should be in and out before the Death Eaters even show up.”
“That’s the idea.” Amelia agreed. “The aurors on guard will be distracted, allowing you to slip in. And when Voldemort shows up to free his followers, he’ll find them dead. If we’re even lucky, the aurors on guard will see Voldemort first-hand when he attacks the prison. That would at least convince others that he is back, and may even be enough to convince Fudge.”
“I doubt that.” Harry muttered under his breath.
“And what if the Dark Lord shows up while we’re there?” Andromeda inquired, briefly glancing at Nymphadora. “I don’t want my daughter getting caught in a situation she can’t handle.”
“Mom!” Tonks whined. “I’m an auror, I can handle myself.”
“Hush, dear.”
“If Voldemort shows up, then I will handle him.” Harry said, silencing the room. Everyone looked at him as if he had gone mad, and he spoke up again before anyone could interject. “I defeated him in my first year, and then dealt with a nasty dark artifact he created in my second. And during the final task of the triwizard tournament, I managed to fend him off long enough to escape.”
Harry looked up at the room’s occupants, well aware of their attention being focused solely on him. “Trust me with this. If Voldemort shows up, I will fight him. But the only thing I can ask… is for all of you to help with this mission.”
There was silence after he finished talking, and he waited for the final shoe to drop. He knew this would be the moment when they all gave up, having lost faith in him and not being strong enough to potentially fight Voldemort. It had been a long shot for this group to even form in the first place, and he certainly didn’t think they would go as far as to raid Azkaban. But that was when Narcissa suddenly grasped his hand and gave him a comforting look.
“There is no need for you to even ask such a thing, Harry.” Narcissa smiled. “We’re all in this together.”
“You seem to forget that I’m an auror, Harry.” Amelia added from her spot. “Risking my life is part of the job.”
“This will hardly be the most dangerous situation I’ve been in.” Julia raised her chin.
“Heh, it wouldn’t hurt to go back to Azkaban again… if only to burn it down.” Sirius smirked. “We’ll follow you to the end, Harry.”
Andromeda sighed. “How did I get roped into this?”
“Because I’m your favorite cousin?” Sirius joked.
“If that is all, I believe we should make our final preparations before we depart.” Amelia said, as the room’s occupants then began to disperse. Harry went to leave, only for Narcissa to suddenly grasped his arm and hold him till everybody left.
“I have something to ask of you.” She said quietly.
“Tell me.”
“Please spare my sister, Harry.” Narcissa begged. “I’ll do anything.”
He knew exactly which sister Narcissa was referring to. The woman who had been Voldemort’s right hand in the last war, and it was even rumored she had been the man’s lover. She had been the strongest born witch in a century, and someone Voldemort likely saught out to recruit before he began twisting and breaking her mind.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
He looked at Narcissa then, seeing her vulnerable and pleading expression. It made him wonder how her sister could even turn into such a monster, and if she could even be redeemed. But the same could be said about Narcissa not too long ago, and now she was on his side.
Narcissa was his. She used to be the wife of his enemy, the mother of his bully, and directly in league with the Death Eaters. She had status in society, being one of the notorious Black Sisters, and that was without mentioning her looks, being blonde, buxom, and gorgeous.
And Harry supposed that Bellatrix was the same to Voldemort as Narcissa was to him. What if I took Bellatrix from Voldemort?
It was an intriguing thought, one that made his cock throb with vindictive desire. He imagined Bellatrix on her hands and knees, screaming and moaning as he took her. He could already imagine her exclamations about how much better he was than Voldemort...
But why stop at just one Black sister…
“There will be a price.” He warned her.
Allowing the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange to still live was dangerous, even if it was something Narcissa wanted. And while he desired to keep his courtesan happy, there were limits to how far he was willing to go for such things.
“I’ll pay it.” Narcissa gained a determined expression. “Anything.”
He imagined Bellatrix, her beautiful and buxom form wrapped in expensive black lingerie that matched her hair. She would be in a bedroom waiting for him, but not just her, but also a curvy brunette witch. He pictured the brunette MILF he had met for the first time earlier, the one who was also Narcissa’s sister.
“I want your sister.” He answered, and before she could open her mouth to speak, he continued. “Both of them.”
Bellatrix and Andromeda. Both of them were married to other men, even if one of which was going to be dead soon. As for Andromeda, he had seen that brunette MILF and knew it would be only a matter of time till she was his. There was no way a woman like her would slip through his grasp.
The bombshell blonde understood what he was demanding of her, and she nodded. “I’ll do it.”
He soon left the room and went to join the others in their final preparations, only to be confronted by Fleur.
She held out a fleur-de-lis ornament to him. “I have made all ze portkeys we need.”
“Thank you, Fleur.” Harry smiled at her, taking the portkey, while the Veela’s cheeks reddened. “I appreciate all of your help. Are you sure you want to come with us?”
“Oui.” Fleur nodded, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Ze Death Eaters need to be punished for ruining our tournament last year, non?”
Harry snorted in amusement. To him, the Triwizard Tournament felt like it was a lifetime ago. He had grown so much stronger in every way that mattered since then, and he could hardly be called the same person.
The Harry Potter from the year before would have never taken the initiative like he was now, building up a small army and preparing to strike Voldemort where it hurt. Even now, he was about to raid Azkaban and eliminate all of Voldemort’s Death Eaters imprisoned there. It was something the old Harry would never even consider doing, and he doubted Dumbledore would ever risk something like this.
“It’s hard to believe it was only a few months ago we were competing in that. And yet here we are, no longer competitors but allies fighting the good fight.”
“Oui.” Fleur shifted with unease, her gaze briefly going to the portkey she handed him. “Harry, I need to tell you-”
“Alright everyone, it’s time to pull the greatest prank of the century… a reverse prison break!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, cutting Fleur off and getting the room’s attention.
“We can talk later.” Harry told the Veela, setting off to join the others. It’s time to strike back against Voldemort.
-
The waves crashed violently against the rocks of the island behind them, and the smell of sea salt would have been more prevalent if it weren’t for the overwhelming sense of despair. The presence of the dementors around the island was almost overwhelming, and it nearly drowned out all of his senses.
He could see the prison in front of them, a massive, towering monolith that was damn near impossible to miss. Black shapes that were dementors swarmed around the structure, coming and going as they often soared up into the atmosphere or even entered the prison itself.
Sirius stood as his side, and Harry suddenly felt bad about making him return here. “How did you even break out of this place?”
“I have no idea.” Sirius said as if in a trance, staring straight ahead. “I remember seeing Pettigrew in the paper, and after that I just wanted to get out and protect you from him. Next thing I knew, I had somehow made my way onto the next boat out of here.”
They had all arrived at the edge of the island, with Amelia and Tonks heading off to distract the prison’s auror guards. That left himself, Sirius, Narcissa, Julia, Andromeda, and Fleur to eliminate the imprisoned Death Eaters.
Some of the dementors were getting dangerously close, and Harry equipped his wand. He performed the patronus charm as he always did, imagining himself with his parents before making the proper wand movement. “Expecto Patronum.”
A fizzle of silver mist left his wand. Why can’t I do the spell?
He went to do it again, but a different memory tickled at the edge of his mind this time. He thought of his girls, of Narcissa and Julia, and then Amelia and Daphne. He pictured all of the intimate moments he shared with them, and then how their happy future would play out together. “Expecto Patronum!”
The spell worked this time, and a bright silver stag left his wand. It charged out towards the nearby dementors surrounding the prison and chased them all away, leaving the group of them safe where they stood.
“That was very impressive.” Andromeda complimented from the side, studying him with a strange look in her eye.
“That’s my godson!” Sirius smiled proudly, patting him on the shoulder.
Harry couldn’t help but smile. “It should be safe to enter now.”
The group of them made their way inside through a side entrance of the prison, one Amelia had instructed them to use. The redhead had gone on to distract the rest of the guards earlier, and their group only had to wait a bit before they risked entering.
“Looks like Bones did it.” Julia remarked once they were inside, seeing that there were no guards around to notice them.
Harry only nodded, and they found a stairwell before ascending it to the upper levels. It would be more difficult for a prisoner to escape the higher up he was, and combined with the dementors up in the atmosphere, it would make for a truly miserable existence to live here. Magical prisons weren’t something to scoff that, Harry decided, and he felt even more greatful that Sirius was able to escape this place and come find them.
“It’s this level.” Sirius said after a while of climbing, his tone having a severity to it that it usually lacked.
Harry suddenly realized Sirius knew the exact location of their targets, seeing as his godfather’s cell would have been right next to all the other Death Eaters. The Ministry had believed he was the one to betray the Potters to Voldemort after all, meaning he would have been kept with the worst of the bunch.
Their group headed down the hallway Sirius pointed out, passing several empty cells as they walked. That was when they came across the first prisoner, a skinny man with a long face and shaggy hair. He looked rough and dirty, but for some reason his eyes and demeanor was still sharp.
“Augustus Rookwood.” Narcissa identified him to the group as they all stared at the man. “The Dark Lord’s spy in the Department of Mysteries.”
“Black.” Rookwood stared only at Sirius, ignoring the rest of them. “I thought you escaped.”
“I did.” Sirius replied, glaring at the man. “I came back to take care of all of you before Voldemort could.”
Rookwood gave no visible reaction to his words. “So you were a blood-traitor this whole time.”
While the two conversed, Narcissa nudged him and they began to move along. Julia, Fleur, and Andromeda were beginning to eliminate the other inmates in their cells, and it would only take a few minutes until every Death Eater imprisoned was dead.
Harry looked in each cell, observing the criminals and murderers that served Voldemort in the last war. All of them were the worst people imaginable in his mind, the kind that would kill him and his friends without hesitation. They were just like Pettigrew and the other Death Eaters back in that graveyard, the ones who killed and then mocked Cedric Diggory’s dead body.
It was after he passed a pair of twins in separate cells that Narcissa stopped in front of him, looking in a cell with wide eyes.
“Itty-bitty-Cissy.” A deranged woman called out as if teasing her. “Where’s little Draco and Lucie?”
Harry made his way forward and saw who Narcissa was talking to. Even after years in Azkaban, along with the grime and dirt that came with it, she could be called beautiful. Tall and buxom with long black hair and an aristocratic face. He could see the resemblance between Bellatrix and her sisters.
“And who’s this?” Bellatrix looked at him, her eyes narrowing as she inspected him. “He almost looks like a Potter.”
“His name is Harry Potter, Bellatrix.” Narcissa answered, her voice almost faint.
At her answer, the black-haired woman threw herself forwards and against the bars. “You! You’re the one who hurt master!”
“I did.” Harry answered calmly. “Luckily, he survived.”
“It wasn’t luck!” Bellatrix snarled. “The Dark Lord will be back! He will come for me!”
“No, he won’t.” He said. “Right now all of your fellow comrades are getting put down like dogs.”
“He’ll still come! Even if I’m the last one here, he’ll still come for me!” She said with some desperation. “I’m better than all that rabble!”
He looked over at Narcissa. “You still want to free her?”
Narcissa sighed, and her wand snapped out to stun Bellatrix. “At the end of the day, she is still my sister.”
Harry waved his wand and the bars of Bellatrix’s cell dissapeared. Narcissa then levitated her sister, moving her out into the hallway as if she was floating on a stretcher.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Sirius said, making his way towards them with a foul expression. “I’m not going to let you free her, Narcissa.”
“We’re not freeing her.” Harry said, sparing Cissy from having to argue with Sirius. “We’ll take her back to headquarters and keep her locked up. Trust me, Sirius, we’re not going to let her run back to Voldemort.”
“Fine. Just know that I’m going to kill her stinking husband and his brother. I can do that much for Frank and Alice after all these years.” Sirius said bitterly. “If there’s anyone in here that needs to die, it’s them.”
A/N: The Azkaban arc isn’t over, and will continue next chapter.
On another note, Bellatrix has finally made her appearance!
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