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18/12/2011

Thank you to SuryaPrakash for the betaing. If there are mistakes, they are my fault.

Thank you also to everyone who reviewed. I love reviews.

Also I apologise for being a week late on the update. It's the silly season so that's the excuse I'm using and sticking too.

Weapon LVI - The Taking of Azkaban

The Dark Lord stirred quietly, looking up at the stars. Anyone experienced in watching him would see the small signs of fatigue. Nothing major, just tiredness, and he was honest enough to admit to himself that he was somewhat drained. He had performed a lot of magic. The banishing of the Hogwarts Express's locomotive may have looked easy, but it had required almost his full power and he had created far, far more than the advised number of port keys today. Combined with the magical expenditure was the lateness of the hour. Even so, it had been a fulfilling day and was nearly over. The Death Eaters were bringing up the last lot of prisoners. He performed a Tempus charm without thought and knew that it was 01:43am. He'd been on Azkaban for approximately five hours with no one the wiser and Voldemort allowed himself a small smile at that knowledge. His task here was time consuming, but necessary.

There had been forty-three Death Eaters incarcerated here in the long term section of the prison. The last three of that number were being brought out now. He would ask them the same question he had asked the others and once finished, then... he was leaning towards bringing down the anti-apparation ward, triggering the alarms and apparating out after letting the Ministry see him. On the other hand, leaving the island and wards intact but completely vacant of every living inhabitant also had a large appeal.

It had been a profitable evening. Even if the Ministry was to appear right now it would still be profitable, though not a complete success. Each of his marked followers had been asked the same question, and each had been required to answer. A few had tried to evade the question by assuring him that they would follow wherever he lead but that answer was pure sycophancy and while pleasing, was useless to him. All his Death Eaters were required to answer and it had taken some longer to reply than others. The Dark Lord didn't mind that. On this question his followers had to be sure. So far only nine had answered incorrectly and even then it was really only four who were completely wrong. They had of course been given to the Dementors who had happily removed their souls from their emaciated bodies.

Of the nine, two had been unable to answer. They had been completely comatose from their captivity and three had been completely insane. It was a widely held belief amongst wizards that Dementors drove the prisoners insane and that long term exposure caused victims to become comatose. This was wrong. The Dementors did not drive people into a coma, nor did they attempt to drive any of the prisoners insane. After all a comatose prisoner, while powerless to prevent a Dementors Kiss was one that did not provide them any food, no memories for them to eat, and they were only allowed to Kiss those who were sentenced to that. It was similar to an insane prisoner. The insane and comatose were not useful to the Dementors so they tried to ensure that the prisoners did not fall into either state. It is however a truth of the human psyche that continually having all your light and happy memories removed and reliving your worst memories almost constantly did drive some witches and wizards insane and did cause some to become comatose. It was a defence mechanism of the psyche to try to protect what memories it had left. Of course for those released from constant contact with Dementors, the fact that they were completely missing memories and the memories they were left with, did tend to make them rather surly. That was why most of the wizarding community thought the state was caused by the Dementors. They contributed, but they were not the sole cause. The real cause of the greatly shortened life expectancy of a prisoner of Azkaban was the prevalent cold, another feature of the prison that was merely enhanced by the Dementors, the lack of sunlight and the substandard food. All the factors combined to cause the conditions, but as it was easier to blame the Dementors solely rather than admit some responsibility for the centuries of suffering of admittedly some very bad people; the wizarding community blamed the Dementors for everything.

Thirty one Death Eaters were now recovering at his stronghold and Voldemort allowed himself another small smile. The names alone would drive fear into the wizarding sheep. Foremost was his dear but newly widowed Bellatrix LeStrange. She had seen the bodies of her husband and brother-in-law and had merely shrugged, her face locked into an expression of rapture at his presence. She had also answered his question in less than a second. Introducing her to his mate promised to be... interesting. The others, while not as well-known would also serve their purpose. Even those who he had given to the Dementors would serve since without a body, the wizarding sheep would assume they were running free.

Most of the Dementors had been portkeyed back to his stronghold with their trophies. They had specifically requested that every soulless body be given to them and transported to an area of the Dark Lord's stronghold that he had put aside for them. It was part of the cost of their service and their price of victims had been paid in triplicate. Most of the short term prisoners had seen the situation and had agreed to serve him. Voldemort already knew that at least some of them would be seeking means of escape once they reached his stronghold. All that meant to him was that he would feed them to the Dementors later. The short term prisoners would not be marked. They had some skills he could use but for the most part, their temperaments would not allow them to take his Mark. A few though had decided to make martyrs, and had been given to the Dementors. He really didn't understand their mentality. They couldn't honestly have thought that he would let them go? Wouldn't it have been better to show a little Slytherin-like cunning and live another day? It mattered not, they were no longer an issue and their bodies, along with the soulless bodies of the earlier gathered Wardens were amongst the first to be portkeyed out.

Once all the short term prisoners had made their choice the medium term prisoners were brought out in a batch and had been given the same choice. Voldemort smirked. At least some of them had had some courage. A group of about twenty had decided to attack. Somehow they had recognised Kisha and objected to being vampire food. He'd waved off the Dementors and had quickly sent up a barrier to prevent his Death Eaters from interfering. He was not in any danger but did not need a stray wand getting into the prisoners hands. Once the area was secure, he had then given them an education in hand to hand combat. Most of the medium term prisoners had cowered, trying to put themselves out of harm's way. Those who fought were not that skilled and had been relying on numbers. Their condition also worked against them. While not as malnourished as his imprisoned Death Eaters, they were not in the best physical condition. Even had they been in peak physical condition the outcome would have been the same. With ruthless efficiency and brutal blows he'd dropped them all, breaking bones and knocking the rebels out with a rather casual ease.

It was over a few minutes after it began and as he had resettled himself in his conjured chair he had signalled to the Dementors. All the medium term prisoners were theirs. That had caused his dark allies a moment of confusion before they had swooped, gleefully consuming the souls and collecting the bodies. One prisoner had managed to jump from the cliff and the Dementors had looked mournfully at body as the ocean swept it away. They could not travel over the ocean. Water interfered with their ability to hover. Most water was not an issue, puddles and small ponds they could freeze simply enough. Moats charmed to be unfreezable were not a barrier as some ancient wizards had discovered in the past. Dementors merely rose high enough and sped over it. Wide rivers like the Themes now had many helpful Muggle bridges to aid their crossing. Lakes could be an issue if large enough as they could not get enough momentum to travel over them, no matter how high they rose before attempting to glide over them. The sea though was one of the few water bodies they simply could not cross without help.

Voldemort had created more portkeys and sent most of the Dementors and their newly de-souled trophies back to his stronghold before he removed the barrier that had blocked his Death Eaters to resume questioning their fellows. The long term prisoners were being brought before him in cell order but they were not all Death Eaters. It had been a surprise to find vampires here and Kisha had been incensed. She had portkeyed with the newly freed vampires back to his stronghold, saying that she was no longer needed and that the vampires would need her care to recover. He had smiled as she left and had actually chuckled when a moment after she vanished a large shadow almost seemed to curl around his chair.

"I was beginning to miss you," he'd murmured as another long term prisoner was brought before him.

The few Dementors who remained at that stage seemed to relax somewhat when the shadow whispered back. :We are not fond of vampires.:

"Ah," Voldemort had said but the shadow remained silent after that. Their discretion was appreciated.

Of the long term prisoners who were not Death Eaters, most had agreed to follow him. In the coming days they would receive the Dark Mark and be integrated into his forces. Some agreed with conditions, but those were pathetically easy to obtain. They usually wished to kill the one who had caused them to be sentenced to Azkaban. A few though had agreed only when Voldemort had impressed upon them the feeling of his magic. They may have been imprisoned for being fledgling Dark Lords but there was only room for ONE Dark Lord and that was him. They would serve him or they would die. It was that simple. There were a few of the long term prisoners who had chosen death, some were comatose, others judged themselves simply too old and chose to die rather than be a burden. These were tough men and women even before they were sentenced to Azkaban.

Voldemort brought his attention back to the present as Antonin Dolohov was brought before him. "Antonin," he greeted the man with an almost fond tone.

"My Lord," Dolohov replied, bowing his head. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

"It always is but time is something that is on my side," the Dark Lord replied.

"I am ready to serve," Dolohov said. While he was about sixty and had been imprisoned for fifteen years, he looked like a man who was much younger. He was thin but he also moved with a certain ease that did not speak of imprisonment.

Voldemort noticed the small things about Dolohov and felt a stirring of pride. Dolohov was one of his highest ranking Death Eaters for a reason and his behaviour just proved it now. "Then there is only one thing left to finalise. While there has always been a spin on our beliefs Antonin, in the end there is only one thing that is the most important, which is it Antonin; blood or power?"

Dolohov chuckled. "My Lord, the spin we have put on the propaganda is really only for those who need a reason to act but even they couldn't act if they didn't have power. They convince themselves its blood that they require but it is power and it always has been power."

The Serpent Lord nodded and Antonin laughed a little louder. "I take it you had to educate Lucius personally," he murmured.

"It's a lesson he's continuing to learn," Voldemort replied. "Though more teachers are always welcomed," he added holding out a bead.

Dolohov knelt and took the bead, smiling up at his Lord. "I will admit to a small worry, my Lord, when I heard that you had been defeated by the Potter-child but I knew that would not stop you forever." Antonin looked closely at Voldemort. "In fact, I think it has been for the better. Your power my Lord, always so strong is now much more focused."

"That is something we will discuss further later," the Dark Lord said.

"My Lord!" Dolohov snapped to attention and the port key activated.

"Bring the next one," Voldemort instructed. "And collect the Wardens in the control room."

Three Death Eaters nodded and filed back into Azkaban past their fellows who were waiting in the wings with the last two prisoners. No matter what happened now, the Light would know that this day was the beginning of the end. Azkaban emptied and the Hogwart's Express attacked. They would not soon forget this and they would tremble, knowing that it was his power that brought it to be.

Only Mulciber and Gibbon remained to be questioned. The lower levels of Azkaban were completely empty and silent. While no one was there, if you listened hard enough, you could hear the waves. As Mulciber, supported by the Death Eater who had accompanied the Dark Lord to the prison, was brought before him, Voldemort took a deep breath of the sea air and decided that when they were finished here, he would leave the island intact, leave everything how it was and wait to see how long before the Ministry noticed that they were completely powerless against him.

"Mulciber," Voldemort greeted his follower.

"My Lord," the heavy set man replied, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.

"Those of my followers who have been in Azkaban have proven to be most pleasing," the Dark Lord said. "They have been shown to be loyal to a fault, and very strong. You are my true followers for you never forsook me even during the dark times. You rejoin my forces now with full honours but there is one thing that needs answering. Power or blood, Mulciber. Both are important of course, but if you cannot have both, then you must have one. Which?"

Mulciber frowned. His Lord asked the oddest questions. Blood or power... Only the purebloods had true power but that wasn't what his Master meant. He was about to question further but there was an ear piercing scream as alarms became blaring over the island.

Voldemort snarled as he came to his feet. So much for leaving a mystery but now he could go with his initial thoughts. "Get to the dinghy," he gave the order, making sure those in the Control Room could hear him. "Leave the Wardens if you have to. The Ministry will be coming in from the Control Room and the beach, and the wards just went up tighter." He cast his glowing red eyes around, looking at the magic as he tried to find the Anti-Apparition ward. "Apparate as soon as you can and take the dinghy with you," he added the instruction.

A glance at the Control Room revealed why the alarms had sounded. There was a numeracy ward on there. The alarm sounded if there was less than three living beings in the room but also sounded if there was more than five. The three extra Death Eater's had unknowingly triggered that ward and as it was a passive ward it did not show up as a threat or to the scans they had done to detect the ward triggers. There was nothing to be done about it now but to get off the Island. It would take the Ministry a few minutes to get here, but they would have the tokens enabling them to apparate through the wards and the DMLE would be significantly faster than they were for the Hogwart's Express. His Death Eaters were moving quickly and already Mulciber and his escort were starting on the path down to the beach. They had retreated using the path he had cut into the cliff earlier. The others emerged from the gate and followed them down quickly.

Voldemort followed along the track he had cut, still looking for the anti-apparition ward. Unfortunately isolating one was being difficult. There were simply so many wards and they interacted with each other in an odd manner, reinforcing each other obviously but with so many lines of the differing wards, finding one set was tricky, even for someone who could see those lines and the differing colours of each ward.

He heard a shout, far earlier than expected and looked down to his followers on the beach. From his vantage he had a clear shot at the beach, and the curve of the cliff hid him from the control room. The Dark Lord snarled and began sending curses at the newly arrived Aurors. For a moment they didn't know where the jinxes and curses were coming from but it was long enough for the Death Eater's to launch the dinghy, magically pushing it to far out into the waves, quickly out of range of most of the Aurors. After a moment the dinghy, with it's passengers of Death Eaters and the comatose bodies of the Wardens disappeared, leaving the Aurors free to turn their attention to the red robed Dark Lord high on the cliffs. Voldemort smiled, forcibly transfiguring the rock into a shield as he continued firing.

All he needed to do was separate one from the others.

Amelia strode into the outer offices of the DMLE, her fatigue leaving her as the alarm continued to sound. If it had of been an accident, the Wardens would have contacted them by now so this was the real deal. Her Auror teams were gathering but for Azkaban they needed a slight re-organisation.

"Those who can cast a patronus, up front," she called, reordering the teams. "Anyone with a 593 in their profile, that's a full sensitivity to Dementors, thank you for responding so quickly but you will not be required on this mission. Please alert St. Mungo's and organise those who follow. Anyone with a 304, that's partial sensitivity to Dementors, come through in the second wave.

"This alert is Azkaban and we do not know the full situation. The Wardens have not given us any further information so we must assume the worst."

Two teams of Aurors were forming in front of her. These were some of the best combat Aurors that she had who were capable of performing the patronus. As she was giving the very limited mission briefing, port keys were being handed out. They were keyed especially to Azkaban and would pass through the wards harmlessly, even the fully activated wards.

"When we arrive, no matter the situation, patronus' are to be cast. I expect that the Wardens will be behind their wards and that the Dementors will be attacking. There may be others there. Anything that is not Auror or Warden is to be considered a threat and taken out with force. Any prisoners that are out of their cells are to be re-incarcerated immediately and quickly. Don't worry if they are out of their sections, just throw them in any cell. Team Griffon, you will Portkey into the Control Room. Assess the situation and send reports as needed. Team Sphinx, you are with me. We will arrive on the beach and will gain entry into Azkaban. Ideally we will work our way down to ensure all the prisoners are secure, but the situation may alter.

"Teams Ridgeback and Horntail, you will follow two minutes after us to provide back up. Let's go people!"

The Aurors gave a ragged cheer and as she joined Team Sphinx, grabbing her portkey, Amelia felt a stirring of pride. Her forces were obviously tired, but they had responded far faster than the best scenarios stipulated for an alert on Azkaban. No matter what they found, she was proud to serve here. As the portkey activated she shook her head. Morbid thoughts were not what she needed.

There was a moment of disorientation after the portkey and she had an instant of silence before they were under attack. It was so fast that it even interrupted the casting of the patronus charms but Amelia was happy that she wasn't the only one who cast Protego. Amelia began looking around, trying to find the cause of the jinxes that were raining down upon them. She spun around, trusting the shields to hold as she looked towards the ocean. Cresting the waves and fast moving out of range was the Azkaban dinghy. There were a few Dementors at the prow and she could see the red masks of Death Eaters. With a growl to herself she dismissed them. Right at the moment there was nothing she could do about them and they were using magic to get out of range. They were not going to be a part of this battle.

"There!" One of the Aurors shouted, pointing up the cliff face. Team Sphinx turned where it was indicated and Amelia was sure she wasn't the only one who felt their heart clench.

Up on the cliff, where there was not meant to be a path, there came a billow of red fabric and Amelia felt her eyes widen and for an instant she was certain their gazes met, pale green to glowing red. It was only a moment and it didn't stop the constant hail of curses that the dark wizard was sending towards them. She had seen him before, briefly, but nothing could really prepare you for the sheer power that emanated from him. Dumbledore could project his aura but he mostly kept it contained for the comfort of other wizards and witches. The Dark Lord felt no such restraint and projected his aura out powerfully. It was almost suffocating and Amelia knew it would be affecting her team.

"This changes nothing!" Amelia shouted, breaking through the despair that was almost like a fascination. "Alpha Units, keep shields up, betas, you have one target. Deadly force is authorised!" Her alpha moved to stand at her side, angling the shields upwards to account for the Dark Lord's superior height.

The Dark Lord shifted slightly but his movement was limited. A fact Amelia was thankful for. That would help them. She began casting, not particularly caring what she was casting. They had to force him to shield. Then they could properly attack. She spared a moment to try to send a message to Team Griffon and Teams Ridgeback and Horntail. If they came in prepared then even the Dark Lord would fall against them all.

Forty five seconds had never seemed so long.

"Rictusempra!"

"Tarantallegra!"

"Incarcerous!"

The curses flew back and forth. Most of them were relatively minor but anything that got through the shields was effective. Amelia narrowed her eyes as she took in the Dark Lord's reactions. He was attacking occasionally but he seemed to be focused on something else. As she kept casting she realised what he was trying to do. He was focused on the wards. The Death Eaters were out of range but he needed the anti-apparation ward and portkey wards down for him to escape. She smiled and cast more charms, keeping the speed up. Anything to distract him. While it was against her personal policy, it was not against some of the other Aurors policies and any number of them would have risked an Avada Kedevra but the Dark Lord was simply out of range to ensure accuracy. As a curse it was devastatingly effective, but only if it hit but it was also draining. Her Aurors were experienced enough not to risk magical fatigue this early into what could be an extended battle.

"Densaugeo!"

"Reducto!"

"Defodio!"

"Confringo!"

"Attack the Dark Lord!" Amelia wasn't the only one to scream the instruction to Team Horntail as they appeared near them.

"Accio!" Voldemort cast the summoning charm with uncharacteristic force, levelling his wand at the new team, summoning an unlucky Auror to him.

"No!" Amelia shouted as the Dark Lord grabbed the hapless Auror out of the air. A moment later the serpentine man disappeared. "Wingard," she cried, and she wasn't the only one, to turn their wands towards the now naked Auror who was tumbling down the cliff. The unfortunate Auror had hit the cliff a few times but as the magic caught them, at least they would not be swept into the icy cold waters that surrounded Azkaban.

"What the hell?" The voice was young. "Accio doesn't work on living beings."

"Ah, but it does work on robes," Amelia recognised Sturges voice as he calmly explained. "And if you are in those robes, then you go with them," he added, almost with a chuckle. "For now, it does not matter we have a prison to secure."

Almost as the words left his mouth, a member of team Griffon appeared on the path, near where the Dark Lord had been. Wands snapped up, ready to attack before they relaxed and teams Sphinx and Horntail reformed and started up the path, dreading what they would find in the prison.

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