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The North Sea

Azkaban Prison was a formidable place. Atop a rock just barely large enough to hold it in the dead center of the North Sea, the triangle-shaped structure was the darkest, most terrifying place in the world where only those who were considered the most vile examples of human beings were locked up.

To be locked up here, meant that you were condemned to spend the rest of your days in total sorrow, misery, despair and absolute lack of hope, never to see the light of the sun again. And if you died, you would do so in total agony, wishing for Death to free you from this endless nightmare.

The only people who could resist these conditions were the guards themselves, the dementors. Black, wraith-like beings that fed on happiness and were responsible for this prison and its abysmal condition.

Even the island itself was completely drowned in despair and darkness, the sky filled with never ending storms, the black clouds and rain further adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

This was the scene that Harry arrived into. He summed it up one thought:

'This place sucks.'

He had enough of just standing around and getting soaked by the rain. He climbed towards the entrance of the prison.

There were two guards stationed by the entrance, wizards by the looks of their robes and wands. They were huddled together, trying to get warm. There was an ethereal white being glowing right next to them. A Patronus, the only real defense against the dementors effects.

They were startled when they saw Harry walking towards them and raised their wands. Harry activated the Reality Stone, turning their wands to dust, then switched to the Space Stone, teleporting them a few miles away from the coast.

He continued on his way, not slowing down in the slightest.

One of the Dementors skulking around the outer edges of the Prison of Azkaban sensed something. It was hungry after being stuck outside for a while.

The Dementor's hooded head snapped to the south and it sniffed with senses no mortal had.

Dementors could sense souls, since it was their main food source. They were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The thing that was approaching now was like a million suns burning with a brightness that not even the most populated cities could radiate.

Without waiting for an order or bothering to report to the nasty souls that kept it under a semblance of control, the starving Dementor surged through sheets of torrential rain.

Many of its brethren noticed its departure and froze in an attempt to figure out what was wrong. It took them mere moments to sense the approaching feast before all of them flew south, desperate to be the first to sate their eternal hunger.

Even those who were on guard duty abandoned their posts and left the prisoners to their own devices- As if one of their kind could not go after such a feast!

Harry paused as he could feel the air get colder. Looking up, he saw hundreds of black cloaked figures flying towards him, their rotten, corpse-like hands stetched out towards him. Any normal person would have collapsed long ago under their fear- inducing aura.

But a normal person didn't posses the Infinity gauntlet.

The Power, Soul and Mind Stones glowed brightly as he got into a fighting stance. He swiped his hand in a wide arc, leaving a tremendous wave of purple energy in it's wake. Hundreds of Dementors screamed in pain before they were instantly vaporized, leaving only piles of dust and black cloaks behind.

From each pile of dust small white balls of light rose up. The light balls floated toward Harry's hand and were absorbed into the orange gem on his glove. He felt a rush of incredible energy flow through him.

The wave of destructive energy continued on it's way, impacting the side of the prison, causing a tremendous explosion. Most of the Dementors had been taken out in the first attack, but there were still many left.

Their instincts were telling them that they should flee, that this human was too powerful for them and any further attempts would end in doom. But their hunger overpowered their common sense, so they swooped back in.

A Dementor tried to grab him with its rotten hands, but Harry knocked it away and retaliated with a devastating punch that ripped it's head off. He saw another group of them charging at him and switched to the Space stone.

A miniature black hole formed in his hand and he threw it at them. It zoomed past them and stopped right in the middle the group. It suddenly expanded, sucking in anything that got too close.

The Dementors tried to fly away, but the pull was too strong and they were sucked in; They could do nothing but scream in pain as they were crushed by the incredibly powerful gravitational forces.

Harry dispelled the black hole and looked around. Most of the Dementor's had been destroyed, but a few dozen of them were still floating around, looking frightened and apprehensive of this intimidating foe. He couldn't really tell since they didn't have faces.

The Dementor's had forgotten all about their hunger, after seeing many of their comrades slaughtered in such a quick and ruthless fashion. This... man had dispatched them with such ease as if he weren't even trying!

Harry frowned as he looked at the remaining Dementor's. There was no way in hell that he was allowing these foul creatures to exist any longer. He activated the Power, Reality and Soul stones and clenched his fist.

All around the prison, the Dementors started glowing brightly before they screamed in pain. They grabbed their heads in complete anguish as they could feel an immeasurable pain blossom inside them and continue to grow even more.

Harry was using all the souls that the Dementors had absorbed over the years in order to destroy them from the inside. (1)

The countless people who had lost the most precious thing in the world; the one thing that made a person who they are which had been taken from them by these dark wraiths just to sate their hunger, were now turned against them, each soul like a burning flare, just waiting to explode in a fiery ball of vengeance.

And explode they did. Every single Dementor let loose one final wail of despair, before they imploded in a fiery conflagration, leaving naught behind but a few dust grains and a bad memory.

Harry satisfied with his handiwork, turned towards the prison but stopped as he noticed something.

"Shit!"

The side of the prison had been severely damaged, the stairs leading to the top completely destroyed.

Harry contemplated how to get to the top before he had an idea. Cursing himself for not realising this sooner, he activated the Reality stone. Pretty soon, he was flying through the air, the stone's reality warping powers easily giving him the ability to fly.

He gave a whoop of delight as he soared through the air at bullet speeds, completely enjoying the thrill and the weightlessness.

Harry had always been fascinated with flying. Ever since he could remember he had dreamed of flying into the sky, soaring above the clouds, away from the Dursleys and into the sweet, sweet freedom. Exploring the great unknown... that had been his greatest dream. Well his second greatest dream... the first had been to have a family.

As he did another looping, he could think only one thing.

'Being able to fly totally rocks!'

Sirius Black was bored.

He had been in this sorry excuse for a prison for 7 years now, framed for a crime he didn't commit.

His only company were the Dementors, the guards and his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, formerly Bellatrix Black. The last one is a bit of a shock though.

He used to believe that his cousin was a murderous psychopath and a loyal Death Eater, but as it turns out she had been under the influence of several potions before and during her marriage, courtesy of a certain greasy haired bastard at Hogwarts.

That had been a big surprise when the guards dragged her in, screaming like a lunatic, spouting threats from her vile mouth that showed how sadistic and imaginative she was in ways to kill an enemy, and then proclaim her undying love for He who must not be named.

The worst was she would hump the metal bars between her legs when she spoke about the Dark Lord, how she eagerly awaited his return and how he would reward her for her loyalty. The guards left before she got going, leaving the hallway full of her moans.

It was 2 weeks later that she returned to normal, no longer yelling and cackling like a mad person. She looked around confused, wondering what had happened and where she was, before she spotted her cousin.

They started talking and realised what had happened.

Azkaban's influence had shattered that control and she went back to being the same kind-hearted woman he remembered growing up with.

That didn't mean that she wasn't a bit insane. She would talk about how she would kill and torture her so called husband, her brother in law Lucius Malfoy and most of all, that bastard Severus Snape who had supplied her parents and husband with the necessary potions to control her, for a fairly reasonable amount of money of course.

Beyond that there wasn't much to do around here. He's sure that if the Dementors or Azkaban don't kill him, the boredom certainly will.

The only fun times were when the Minister of Magic showed for an inspection of the prison. Sirius chuckled as he remembered the last time that the fat moron showed up.

Flashback

A Dementor was hovering around the cell door, trying to suck him empty of all hope like usual before a white light erupted from the wand of an approaching guard. The Dementor fled quickly.

"Thank you." Sirius Black croaked, amazed by the guard's kindness.

"I didn't do it for you Black." The guard said in an even tone. "The minister's coming to visit."

"Ahh." Sirius said in a raspy voice, as if the guard's explanation answered his question. In truth it did."Let me guess; he got caught in another scandal involving his mistress?"

"Yep." The guard made a sour face. "But don't remind me Black, I just ate breakfast."

Black barked a laugh, and then it turned into a coughing fit. Azkaban was slowly killing him.

His eyes snapped open when he heard a lot of footsteps followed by flashes of light.

He noticed Cornelius was striking a pose in front of an auror carrying a camera, with his wand pointed forward. Sirius couldn't help it... he tried to control himself, but seeing Fudge's large potbelly and trying to look brave, the marauder in him couldn't resist.

"AHH! DEMENTORS!"

The effect of his shout was instantaneous. Fudge leapt backwards with a girly shout, dropping his wand in the process. He landed in a heap on the floor, his butt comically hanging in the air and a suspicious stain in his pants.

Sirius laughed a deep barking laugh, while the guards themselves tried very hard not to.

"Good one Black." The lead guard said.

"Thanks."

He lied back on his thin mattress and imagined how his godson was doing. The last he had seen of Harry was when Hagrid had taken him to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore. Sirius growled when he remembered the old manipulative bastard. After he had been captured by the aurors, he had waited patiently for Dumbledore to get him out of this mess. Since he was the one who performed the Fidelius, he would know that he wasn't a traitor.

But no one showed up. He had been left to rot in this prison for 7 long years, while the real culprit was out there, probably laughing his ass off at Sirius's misfortune.

He hoped with all his heart that Harry was doing good and that he was safe from harm.

Suddenly, without any warning, the wall on the back of cell exploded. Sirius threw up his arms to protect himself from the flying shrapnel. Luckily, all the pieces of rubble disintegrated before they reached him. He squinted his eyes to see through the dust.

There, standing where the wall used to be, was a tall figure; it's head and body shrouded in a dark cloak. It carried a large black scythe in his right hand.

"Sirius Orion Black... " the figure whispered. It's voice sent a chill down his spine.

"Who... Who are you?" Sirius croaked. This person wasn't a Dementor or a Death Eater.

"I am the grim Reaper." the figure said. "And I am here to take your soul." Sirius trembled in fright as the figure moved towards him. This was it. He would die right here and now. The figure stopped right before him and spoke.

"But there is something you should know first."

"W-W-W-What's that?" Sirius stuttered.

The cloaked individual was silent before he spoke again. What came next completely baffled him.

"You suck shit, Padfoot."

There was silence. "Wait, what?"

"I said... " The cloak and scythe faded away as Harry stood there, grinning like a loon as he told a completely gob-smacked Sirius, "You suck shit Padfoot. I mean out of the two of us, you were supposed to be the adult."

Sirius looked like he had seen a ghost. "James?"

"Nope." Harry said. "Try again."

Sirius looked closer. That face and those eyes... it couldn't be...

"Harry?!" he gasped.

"Bingo." Harry internally laughed at the look on Sirius's face. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

'I know I shouldn't have scared him like that, but damn, it was funny.' Harry thought.

"I'm sure you've got lots of questions but we can talk about that once where out this hellhole. Now if you want to stay here in this lovely cell, be my guest. But if you want to get the hell away from here, now's your chance." Harry said.

Sirius slowly recovered from his shock at seeing his godson before him. The last he had seen of Harry was when he was an infant. And now this man showed and claimed to be him.

Harry saw suspicion creep into his face, so he did the one thing that would convince him that he was indeed Harry Potter.

He activated the Mind stone and showed him his memories of infancy, including one where he was playing with a large shaggy dog who turned into a laughing man with black hair and grey eyes.

Siruis widened his eyes as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. There was no doubt who it was before him. "Harry?"

"It's me, Padfoot. It's really me."

Sirius got up and hugged him with all his might. They stood there for a couple of moments before they separated. "How did you get here?" Sirius asked.

"Same way we're getting out, c'mon let's go." Harry said.

"Wait!" Sirius yelled. "There's someone we need to get first."

"Who?" Harry asked.

"My cousin, Bellatrix. She's in the opposite cell. We can't leave her." Sirius said.

Harry sighed. He walked up to the cell's door and kicked it open. It landed on the ground with a loud Clang!

He went to the cell opposite of his godfathers and kicked that one open too.

Bellatrix Lestrange was thinking about how she and her semi-estranged cousin, Sirius Black, shared the same fate as being wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban Prison. Though if she were being brutally honest with herself, there certainly was a lot of convincing circumstantial evidence in both of their cases.

In her cousin's case, he had been horribly and unjustly set up in a rather convincing frame job. If he hadn't subsequently had a nervous breakdown in the aftermath he might not have been arrested.

Bella's situation was far more tragic and far more convincing. The problem for Bella, was that her revolting pig of a husband had been forcing her to accompany him on his various raids at the behest of that ponce known as Voldemort.

To make matters worse, she had been being fed compulsion droughts that would force her to claim unequivocal loyalty to said ponce should she and her husband be discovered on one of his raids and brought in by the Aurors for questioning.

That was unfortunately exactly what had happened during the disaster that was the raid on the Longbottom family. Now she found herself serving a lifetime sentence without possibility of parole inside of a prison that could easily personify the phrase, 'Hell on Earth.'

Just as Bella was about to go back to her internal ranting at how cruel fate was, the door to her cell was kicked down, snapping her out of her funk. And stepping in was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

She blushed as she admired his physique. Those strong arms, the handsome face, those eyes... she felt herself getting wet with arousal as she looked at him.

It was about this point in time that Bella noticed that the omnipresent sense of dread that was in this section of Azkaban due to the constant presence of the Dementors had receded almost entirely.

Harry looked at her as he got closer. She might have been beautiful once, but Azkaban had taken most of her beauty away. He cleared his throat, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry for barging in like that." He said. Even his voice was beautiful.

"Who.. Who are you?" she asked.

Sirius popped his head in from the door and flashed her a grin. "Yo, cous'! Meet my godson Harry. He's here to bust us out!"

Bella was silent as she processed this. "So… does that mean we're leaving, oh cousin of mine?" Bella asked hopefully.

"Yup."

"Great." Bella got to her feet. "Let's leave."

"Alright but first..." Harry used the Mind Stone to knock her out. He caught her before she fell to the floor.

Seeing Sirius's look, he explained. "I knocked her out so she could get some rest. Here." He handed her to Sirius who stumbled a bit but managed to right them. "Take her through the portal. I'll be back in a minute."

"What are you going to do?" Sirius asked.

"What do you think? I'm gonna blow this place to hell, where it belongs." Harry said.

"WAIT, WHAT?" Sirius shrieked, though he wasn't really heard as Harry had raised his Infinity Gauntlet to the sky.

With a clench, the Power Stone activates and quickly spreads its destruction across the remains of Azkaban prison. Purple cracks formed on the surface as purplish flames erupted and explosions appeared all over the place. With a clench of his fist, a portal opened up, swallowing the three wizards as they vanished.

The destructive power of the wave spread quickly across the building, destroying everything in its path. Inmates screamed as they were burned alive while some of them used the ensuing mayhem to escape undetected as they had no choice but to jump into the dark waters below. Finally, the entire Island exploded in similar fashion to a nuclear blast, except the flames were a dark purplish color. After several centuries, the Island of Azkaban and its demons were nothing more than a bad memory.

They reappeared in Potter Manor, startling Wanda who had immersed herself in a book and was eagerly awaiting Harry's return. "Harry!"

"Hey Wanda. How's it going?" he asked.

"I'm fine. But who are these people?" she asked. She looked at Bellatrix's limp form in Harry's arms with... jealousy?

'Wait, why would I be jealous? Just because she's being carried by those strong, thick... muscled... arms...' Wanda thought with a huge blush as her thoughts became very lewd indeed.

Sirius looked between the blushing Wanda and his godson with a huge grin on his face. Looks like his godson was already quite the ladies man just like his father and godfather.

Sirius coughed. "Pup, aren't you gonna introduce me to your lovely lady friend here?"

"Oh right." Harry gestured with one arm. "Sirius, meet Wanda. Wanda, meet Sirius, my godfather."

Wanda shook Sirius's hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Sirius grinned slyly as he turned to Harry. "I'm so proud of you, pup. Just eight years old and already having a girlfriend. They grow up so fast." Sirius pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

Harry and Wanda blushed before something he said struck a cord. "Wait a second. Did he just say eight?"

Harry waved his hand. "I can explain later. Right now, I'm going to fix up these two." He started to walk upstairs, still carrying Bellatrix as Sirius followed behind.

They reached a room and Harry opened the door. It was a bedroom with two beds on opposite corners. He placed Bellatrix on one of them while he told Sirius to lay down on the other. Then he got to work.

Harry activated the Time, Mind and Reality stones. Focusing his powers, he tried to erase all the damage that Azkaban had done them.

A green glow enveloped the two wizards as the Stone's limitless powers went to work. The wizard prison had done quite a number on them, both physically and mentally. If it had been anyone else, it would have taken months if not years to repair the damage; if at all. But for him it took mere moments to turn them back to normal.

Harry stopped as he had fininshed his job. He saw Sirius looking less like a corpse and more like the man from his parent's wedding. He turned around to look at Bellatrix and what he saw stole his breath.

Instead of the broken demented woman, was a picture of true beauty. She had long silky black hair, full red lips and eyes that made her family name honor.

She had a voluptuous figure, with GG-Cup breasts, wide hips and a large round and firm butt. Luckily, he had thought ahead to materialize some clothes for the two of them. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her figure quite nicely.

Harry had to admit, he wasn't a pervert… but he was a teenager with minimal human contact and seeing a gorgeous hot-blooded female had him shamelessly staring.

Bellatrix saw him staring at her and blushed. They were just staring at each other until Sirius coughed, making the two of them jump with their faces red. The two examined themselves in a mirror.

"Wow." Bellatrix said.

"You're right cous. This is incredible. I feel like I never went to that shithole in the first place." Sirius said in an awed tone.

"Glad to hear you like it. Anyway, I gotta go. There's still somewhere I gotta visit." Harry said as he activated the Space stone and opened a portal to step through.

"Wait!" Sirius shouted. "Where the hell are you going?!"

Harry grinned. Before he vanished, he said one word that left the two puzzled.

"Asgard."

And done! Boom baby! Another chapter has finally been finished. I'll try to update faster.

I wanted to tell you that I'll be rewriting the first two chapters.

Well, that's done. See ya!

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