Harry Potter and the Escape of the Anchor Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Hey everyone! So this is my third instalment! YOU WILL HAVE TO READ MY TWO PREVIOUS STORIES! You will not understand anything that is happening if you don't.

I do not own Harry Potter! I will be introducing an Original Character in this story though and I do hope you like her!

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Chapter One

Azkaban Prison was not a happy place, that much was obvious it's inhabitants were not there because they followed the rules or were good upstanding citizens of the community so it only made sense that it wasn't going to be filled with rainbows and butterflies. It was a lonely spit of Rock in the middle of the North Sea that was constantly cold and damp , it smelt like death, neglect and desperation. Rows and rows of cells were filled with forgotten members of society whom were caught doing something nefarious and wrong as deemed by civilisation and its peers. Many had gone mad from the dementor exposure, dementors were among the foulest creatures to walk the earth and had the ability to suck the soul right out of your body and being. They had the ability to make most grown wizards cower in fear at just the prospect of coming into contact with one.

They would put the fear of god into anyone, Lucius Malfoy was no different and that was because he wasn't a complete idiot, he was a man who had always been used to the finer things in life. Growing up as a Malfoy was a very affluent position to be in and he had worked over the years to make it even better. He had done well for himself over the years and had a wife and son whom did his bidding and at one point he even had the minister of magic under his thumb, now he was barely recognisable.

His pale, gaunt frame was a far cry from the lean and aristocratic stature he used to project to the world. His limp, white hair hung in almost dreadlocks down his back and in all his years he never once thought this would happen to him, he was well and truly finished in Wizarding society and could not understand where it all went wrong, he had been reduced to wearing rags and eating scrap off the floor like a dog.

Every year the Minister made his annual trip to Azkaban with Delores Umbridge, a woman whom even Lucius disliked which was saying something because she would have slotted in well with the dark lord back in the day. Her blood purity views were staunch and unwavering but although she never outwardly supported the dark arts she was as dark as you can get in the inside all wrapped up in sweet as Grandmother pie on the outside.

Lucius had been too busy pondering how his life had went down the proverbial shitter for quite awhile but was interrupted. He could hear them coming before he could see them with the rhythmic clicking of shoes and flapping of robes, he could hear his sister-in-law Bellatrix Lestrange hooting and hollering from the cell next to him and having known he was now in Sirius Blacks old cell he also was aware that Wormtail aka Peter Pettigrew was also close by and probably sitting wetting himself in the corner the pathetic lump of a man.

It was almost as if someone had set fireworks off as the banging of the prisoners on their cells ricocheted off the walls as if they were on something. Slowly but surely it had gotten louder until the dementors showed up and they eventually quietened down, even a crazy bitch like Bella knew to slow her roll with the dementors going cell to cell to keep them all in line, Lucius himself could feel the cold sleeping into his bones before he sat down on the bed like a good little boy as the Dementor flew right past his cell door.

Much to his surprise the soft echoing footfalls came to a stop outside of his cell and Lucius did not even look up when he heard his door click open, having been a confidante and a money pit for Cornelius Fudge back throughout the years he knew that he had come to gloat and Lucius himself really and truly could not be bothered with the idiot of a man.

"Malfoy...if it's possible you look even more like shit than the last time I saw you..." He knew it was probably true as he could feel the knots of his long blonde hair at the nape of his neck and the feeling of fur on his teeth grow as each day passed without his wand to clean them.

"Pleasure to see you too Fudge...how's the wife?" Knowing the Ministers liking for men and his numerous affairs with members of the same sex that he kept from his wife with the help of Lucius over the years, the ex Lord Malfoy always had the ability to rub the Minister of Magic up the wrong way considering he knew all of his secrets. The Politician in question did not appear to be too bothered by his accusatory tone however he could not help but choose to rise to the bait as the former Lord turned away from his visitors and looked out the cell bars again appearing indifferent.

"Not as good as yours apparently." Not missing a beat that was certainly enough for the Minister to get his attention as he snapped his head back towards him and watched as the idiot man withdraw what appeared to be a newspaper out of his robes and dropped it at his feet and in that moment it felt like an icy dagger struck his chest.

There in black and white was his wife looking every bit as elegant and every bit as stunning as she always did, what had caught his eye the most however was that she was on the arm of a Weasley of all people and a much younger looking Weasley than Lucius would have ever expected. It took him a few seconds of focusing on the picture before he read through it and heard Fudge chuckle from the door at what must have been a horrified expression on his face and Lucius kicked himself at showing his emotions in front of the weaselling man.

"It seems your wife has refined her tastes Lucius...a much younger, fitter and kinder man...it seems a pity really that all this time the bravado you have always spouted was just you trying to inflate your own ego. I for one find it rather amusing that the first thing your wife goes for after you is a man half your age...you keep that for some bedtime reading...it's about as close as you are going to get to seeing your ex-wife again." As they left his cell Delores Umbridge threw a look like poison over her shoulder before they both moved on to the next victim however the blonde mans attention on the newspaper did not waver, not one little bit.

As he continued reading he realised it was an old paper from a New Year's Eve party thrown by that impulsive idiot that was Sirius Black. The picture of his wife kissing another man made his blood boil but as he kept reading and a photo of his son had shown how grown up he had gotten but not to mention he was best friends with Potter and his harem of misfits, to make matters worse he had a Greengrass on his arm.

Seeing the girl in question Daphne Greengrass was wearing the Malfoy Ring on her hand and it had caused a stir in the Wizarding world according to the article. Seeing the Potter idiot had the youngest Weasley on his arm and the Potter ring on her finger and he know it was because they had more political clout and wanted to protect the girls.

Growing up as the Malfoy heir had afforded him one thing he would never forget, he knew Politics and if he did not know any better and did not see the look shared between Draco and Greengrass not too mention Potter and the Weasley girl he would have thought it was merely a Political investment.

The whole thing made him sick, Draco was supposed to grow up stronger than what he appeared, Narcissa would have spoiled him and he will be too busy wanting to please her he will never fulfil his destiny...he should have been great but instead will turn out worthless unless Lucius intervened. Hanging with the likes of Potter, Weasley, Longbottom and god forbid Lovegood would make him weak. The article went on and on before it came to a photo of him dancing with his mother and then Charlie Weasley came and cut in with a kiss on his wife's lips causing Draco to smile a full, broad and genuine smile.

He was a little unsure what to do to fix things but he knew he had to have a plan, he knew he had to get his son away from his mothers and the blood traitors influences. It was summer he would have to plan carefully, he would have to maybe utilise someone else...someone who could distract the other half of his wife's family. They had recently brought Abraxus Parkinson to Azkaban and although his information would be useful his rotund appearance would not do either of them any favours in their stealth and hiding capabilities. His sister-in-law Bella would not be an ideal candidate either because she had no special skill except torture and was as mad as a box of badgers, he could not be using his energy to contain her insanity everyday.

He needed someone who was easily pliable and will likely do as they are told. There was one other prisoner on this level that had a very unique skill set one that matched his own and would more than likely jump at the chance to get off this god forsaken rock. For the next two weeks Lucius Malfoy refused to eat except the bare minimum and made his plans down to the last variable, he was a smart man usually. Granted getting locked up in Azkaban because of his wife was not exactly a smart thing to do, it was a good thing she did not know all of his secrets he had picked up over the years. He had made sure she did not know this particular one it would provide the element of surprise and anonymity when he needed it...once he had his son under his control again it would not be too hard to break Narcissa also. His family will be whole again and the woman will regret crossing him never mind taking that guttersnipe to bed.

It was late on a Friday when his plan struck, the dementors always opened his door to deliver his dinner and in doing so left a little gap just enough for him to slip a piece of paper from the newspaper between the door and the lock. It initially surprised him that they were not locked magically automatically after they closed. After the door closed Lucius waited until it started to heat up a little bit indicating the fowl Creatures had finished with the food delivery. As he slowly and gently opened his door it let out a creak and he knew he would have to act quickly. Walking towards the cell door he knew housed his unwitting accomplice he stopped and spotted the strange looking man behind the door.

"Wormtail!" The man was shocked and looked at him with fear before coming closer to the door and tilting his head to the side. "Transform into your rat and slip through the bars!" The mans beady eyes darted from left to right and shook his head thinking they were both going to get the dementors kiss.

"I am in an Animagus proof Cell Malfoy!" The blonde man tutted in question and shook his head at him knowing he would think that but the ace up his sleeve was big enough.

"The charms in the cell doors deactivate when the dementors bring the food around so if you transform you can slip through..." Peter Pettigrew did not trust the man as far as he could throw him but if he could get out of this place he would help the man in question. As his body slowly started to morph into a rat he crawled up the door and slipped out the bars with ease before the man stayed in his animal form and watched as Lucius Malfoy himself walked towards a crevice in the rocks and out what appeared to be a back door towards the water. As he jumped into the water he transformed into a white tiger and Wormtail grabbed onto the mans back and he swam them away from the island...the first ever successful escape from Azkaban Prison.

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On the other side of the country the Unspeakables in the department of Mysteries were documenting some strange activity in an otherwise quiet environment. For a few weeks one of their high security monitoring vaults started malfunctioning. It is a door that was never opened apart from when whatever was put inside of it. When you started as an Unspeakable in the Ministry you had the odd security shift in monitoring it and you were told it wasn't important and not to ask too many questions about it.

No one really knew what was inside but there had been nothing for years and suddenly within the last few weeks it had started throwing out megawatts of Magical energy. The Unspeakables had been monitoring it but the stronger and stronger the magical signature had gotten the more and more frightened they became...they had reported it to whoever needed to know but nothings was done.

It had been so tempting for them to just open the door and find out exactly what was behind it but the powers that be in the Ministry of Magic don't agree. They fear what they don't understand but to the unspeakable if they could harness the power that was emanating from the vault they could power the wards on the ministry, Gringotts and Hogwarts school to colossal proportions.

"How are the readings?" An elderly man looked at his apprentice with both fear and curiosity, he had worked for the ministry for eighty two years and had never once been told what was inside the room. It was clear the Minister knew and possibly some others too but all they wanted from the Unspeakables was to monitor and document it.

"Still fluctuating...this morning there looked like there was another bright light coming from the centre." In the middle of a large stone door was what appeared to be a rose coloured stone. Sometimes it seemed to flow red, yellow, blue and green all before reverting back to normal. Before either of them could say anything else to anyone or each other the door flew off its hinges and there stood in the doorway was a girl. She looked to be around sixteen and looked frightened as hell not too mention pissed off. There was a combination of colours whipping around her like crazy and as she stepped out of the threshold the two Unspeakables drew their wands.

"Who are you?" The apprentice asked the girl...she had long dark hair all the way down her back and was probably the most beautiful young woman both of them had ever seen.

"What year is it?" The realistic situation just caught up with the elderly man and he realised he had been guarding the door for almost his entire career in the Ministry and this girl must have been behind it that entire time.

"Nineteen ninety three..." Her features hardened even more so than before if that was possible and he took a tentative step towards her to which she side stepped away from the door.

"Seven hundred and sixty two years...it has been seven hundred and sixty-two years. That's not possible, I was captured by a group of wizards in Bulgaria, they thought I was an abomination. I was a part of an accident which caused me not to age...they thought I was abnormal." She was taking in her surroundings before the idiot apprentice fired a full body bind at her. That which he found out was a mistake...she looked up and faster than lightning she held up her hands which caused the curse to backtrack to its origin. The elderly man had never seen anything like it and would probably never see anything like it again and so he held up his hands to let her knew he was not a threat.

"I am not going to hurt you..." She tilted her head at him and nodded her head at him before giving the elderly man a kind smile that had no malice or hatred in it just a matter of fact expression.

"Yes you would...your institution has been hurting me for years...now that I am awake it means something bad is happening something wrong...or something good I am unsure. Either way it is something I am going to have to figure out..." She quirked her eyebrow and ran and jumped into the air transforming into a beautiful white swan mid air and taking off in a direction which made him sure she knew where she was going. Within moments she was gone and an alarm sounded twenty seconds later, he knew he had a job to do but he hoped she had got out and she was not going to end up some nobody in Azkaban Prison. Ten minutes later Amelia Bones landed into his lair and his apprentice in that moment did not have a clue what to say to the head of the DMLE and so the elderly man took the lead. He told them exactly what happened and her eyebrow quirked at his explanation of her deflecting the body bind that was thrown at her.

"You mean to tell me this sixteen year old girl appeared from the door and just held up her hands and deflected a curse, transformed into an Animagus form of a swan and flew away? Not to mention kicking both or your arses on the way out?" He nodded his head slowly and now that he was finished he knew it sounded ridiculous, she nodded her head and concluded the interview before going into the room in which the girl appeared from.

It included a bed that was all allowing Amelia to conclude that this girl had been in either a stasis sleep or under the influence of a sleeping beauty spell which had been made illegal over a hundred years ago which only made the old mans story more believable. Nothing about this made sense and as Dora came up behind her she had a vial in her hand which contained the memory of the old man and his apprentice. Just as they walked out of the room they were met by the Minister of Magic coming down to greet them with six different shades of purple on his face.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Amelia smiled at the idiot man and presented him with her own stoic expression which didn't give anything away and shook her head at him.

"I think I should be asking you that question Cornelius!?" He stuttered and the woman in pink behind him was just as appalled that she would speak to a Minister in that way. "What were you hiding behind that door?" He held his head in defiance and stood his ground, considering Amelia was almost a foot taller than the man it seemed slightly difficult to do so.

"Need to know Amelia! You don't have clearance." He smirked, he actually had the audacity to smirk at her whilst she was leading an investigation.

"I am the lead investigator in the case of either a high ranking asset or a high ranking terrorist escaped from the bowels of the ministry...where apparently she was being held prisoner so tell me how long do you think you are going to be able to put the press off the scent without my help? Who is she? It's a simple question Cornelius..." He was shocked and realised she had already spoke to the witnesses, he had hoped Delores could get to the witnesses and obliviate them before Amelia had arrived.

"Look all I know is that they locked her behind that door for a reason...I haven't actually looked at the file but I will get it for you and pass it along..." She shook her head and instead suggested she accompany him to his office to get the file. Mainly because A) She did not believe he would give her the file and B) She was not letting Delores Umbridge near her witnesses. After telling Dora to wait in her office and if she wasn't back in half an hour to call Sirius. The trip to Fudges office took around five minutes and he handed her a thick Paper file which she refused to open in front them and kept to the point and let them know she would update them if there was any progress. She made her way slowly but surely up to her office to find Dora there with a pensieve waiting for her and a smile on her face. As they got comfortable a soft knock to her office door broke their concentration and Kingsley Shacklebolt walked into the room immediately commanding attention, his expression however was far from Happy.

"What's wrong?" He held his head and handed her the small slip of paper with writing on it and she almost couldn't believe her eyes.

"Seriously? Both of them escaped Azkaban? How?" That was how Amelia Bones night went from bad to worse, knowing it was gonna be an all nighter she called for Dora to put the coffee on.

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