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HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 123 ]
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 14:58:17 +0000 UTCFudge seemed to grow pale as Magnus spoke and began shaking as his voice grew louder still.
"You have twenty four hours in which I expect my uncle out of that hell on earth and in chambers receiving a fair trial to prove his innocence once and for all and for that traitorous rat Pettigrew to be charged, for which I will be claiming satisfaction for his crimes against a member of my house, if theses things do not come to pass."
Magnus stated his voice a roar until he reached the final line and began to let out a low growl.
"Then may Merlin help you because I will use every knut, sickle and galleon in the black family vaults to ruin both of you and expose every single little dirty dealing secret you both have and see to it that you are both sharing opposite cells in the highest towers of Azkaban without a single knut to your names, am I understood."
Both Fudge and Umbridge nodded and whimpered out an affirmative to his demand, before he stepped aside and they both practically ran out of the room.
Everyone watched them go before Andromeda cleared her throat from inside Amelia's office, "I think it's best that we take our leave now, Magnus has already missed some of his classes and tutoring lessons he will need to catch up on notes before he goes to bed." She explained.
Amelia simply nodded and watched as the pair left the auror department from her office door, a few seconds later Moody stepped in looking like he was trying very hard not to grin.
"Just letting ya know, I'm gonna head off to Azkaban to get Sirius outta that cell of his," Moody commented as Amelia nodded in response, still watching the backs of Andromeda and Magnus go.
Moody nodded back still fighting his grin as he turned, "We've got to make that lad an auror when he's older, if not for any other reason to have someone around here with the clout and balls to shut up the bloody politicians." He commented as he closed the door behind him.
But despite that, Amelia's laughter was still heard as she finally came back to herself and her memories registered with her.
Moody shook his head as he limped away letting his own grin finally form, "every auror and their mother will be wanting a copy of that memory." He muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the floo.
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In the north sea where the weather is either poor or terrible, there is a small island that not many people ever come across, this is mainly due to the feelings that they get when they even come anywhere near it.
It is like a feeling in their bones that screams at them to steer clear.
On that island there was a single tall structure, a triangular building made entirely of stone and stood ominously against the always dark clouds in the sky.
This building was home to the darkest witches and wizards in British society, this was Azkaban.
This evening, the weather was terrible, heavy rain, chilling cold, and winds that would cut a man through to his bones.
On the third highest floor of Azkaban where the dementor presence was the heaviest, was a small cramped shell, three foot by seven it was barely big enough for a larger man to get comfortable to lay down.
Not that anyone would willingly want to give how the only padding on the ice cold stone floor was a threadbare rag of a blanket that served little to no purpose.
What was most unique about this cell however was the fact that while all the other cells inmates were screaming, yelling, or howling like lunatics, the occupant of this cell was not.
In fact, if one were to look inside this cell through the small window on the other wall or the slot on the heavy thick iron door.
They would see that instead of a quiet inmate laying on his sheet there was a miserable looking large hairy dog that muggles would say looked like an Irish wolf hound and any witch or wizard would say looked like a Grimm.
This was in fact Sirius Black in his unregistered Animagus form dubbed by himself and his friends as Padfoot.
For the past ten years he had been a resident of these halls, and each and every day he took his Animagus form as much as he possibly could after discovering in his second year there how not only had his form helped keep him warm but also that the dementors overlooked him in that form.
The large dog was curled up as tight as it could be on the thin blanket trying to contain as much heat as it could as the rain pelted in through the narrow-barred window on the outer wall.
Padfoot was trying his best to ignore the noises the other inmates were making, something he had gotten exceptionally good at over the years, wanting to catch some sleep before the next patrol of guards passed by.
However, as he was trying to do so a noise caught his attention, footsteps, a pair of them.
The large dogs' ears perked up and it lifted his head.
That wasn't right, the next patrol wasn't for five more hours, and they wouldn't come early because who in their right mind wanted to do something as foolish as that, unless they were the type to not know any better.
Not wanting to take any chances as the footsteps got closer padfoot rose to his feet and as he did so he changed into his human form as he backed away to the farthest corner of the cell keeping both eyes trained on the door.
The years had not been kind to him in this place that many rightfully believed was hell on earth.
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Gävert Tim
Thanks for the chapter 👍
