Chapter 14 – Azkaban Escape

Harry Potter and the Valeru

By Lady Urquentha

PG – 13

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K Rowling, the exception being any OC characters that might wander in. The plot is my own, and even that may have been influenced by stories I have read in the past, and if so, I apologize.

Dardiania: I tried, but won't let me.

Evergreen Sceptre: Well, it's not that he isn't happy, it's just he's losing a private space, and altering things. He's not too keen, being big on the privacy thing and safety, but he's okay with it. Ingrid has different talents, they all do, and she's older, wiser etc. She's read more about Hogwarts, and is more perceptive about things. He's still young, even if he is in his twenties now, and so hasn't learnt that yet. If you noticed, someone else in the quartet is related to Ravenclaw, so he gets in through that. And the library is no problem, anyone can enter it once it's connected to the Floo network, and if they have the passwords. Only the Ravenclaw apartments/house is restricted to the Founders Heirs. And of course there are secrets in Hogwarts he doesn't know about, whether he'll find out about them or not is a different matter. Depends if I can slip them in somewhere.

David M. Potter: Personally, I don't think I'd like my private life documented, so I'd rather not go into theirs. And they have kissed more then twice, I just haven't told you that. But seriously, I don't want to have to bump the rating up any further then it is, so I won't had in anything more serious then the occasional kiss. Besides, I'm absolutely horrible at romance scenes and all that. I love to read 'em, but writing them is horrible for me. If one of them ever turns up in here, it'll probably be courtesy of my editor.

Lady of Masbolle: Spell-crafting won't be a main point because I don't feel like coming up with intricate runes and theories for it, and because it doesn't really fit into his style. There will be slight touches on it, but only a few. The deletion policy…where do I go for that?

Anonymous A-man: I know it's been a while, but I've had longer gaps between updates. Anyway, it's not like this is the only project I have going, so it will naturally take longer. And in my bio, I have warned people that updates will be irregular and erratic.

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Chapter 14

When Harry woke up a few weeks later, the first thing he thought about was his head. It was spinning and he did not feel right. Without a conscious thought, he summoned a bottle of nausea medicine, and downed it. After a moment of disorientation, his head and stomach settled, and he was able to get up.

Harry was sitting in the middle of Transfiguration later that day, half-listening to McGonagall droning on about the dangers of human transfiguration, and half-thinking up plans for the DA. They were already four weeks into school, and had had twelve meetings already. They'd fixed meeting dates for Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays, the only days when they were all free. They'd changed their name to the Dragon Order, to match the dragon image on their chokers. He'd actually got the chokers from the BSS, and they'd been charmed for invisibility and to act as emergency portkeys back to their new Hospital Wing.

He had already introduced them to their new HQ, and had been gratified when they had all instantly loved it. Well, most of them had, he wasn't quite sure what the Slytherins had thought. They hadn't really said anything or shown any emotions, and he didn't dare let down his empathy shields at school. But he was starting to get used to the Slytherin's don't-care attitude.

FLASH-BACK

"So, guys, this is our new head quarters," Harry gestured broadly after they'd all tumbled out of the fireplace. He grinned as they stared around them in amazement. He exchanged a warm look with Carmen over their heads.

"Wow!" Peter McGuileson, a Ravenclaw sixth year, exclaimed, "this is amazing!"

"Where are we?" Elina Rekila, a fifth year Hufflepuff, asked. Harry glanced at the Slytherins standing off to one side, all looked almost bored. Harry had an almost overwhelming urge to probe their minds to see what their real opinions were.

"The Dragon Order Headquarters," Harry answered, walking out towards the centre of the room, "or as it once was, the Founders' Rooms."

"Founders?"

"Yes. The Founders built these for when they wanted privacy, and each designed one room, although they could and did all access each others," Carmen explained.

"This room in particular was the Phoenix Chamber of Godric Gryffindor, our new main Headquarters," Harry added, "follow me, please."

"Over here we have a small Hospital Wing, where we have some hospital beds, potions etc." Carmen gestured to the arch, "you can come here for healing for any reason, no matter how you got hurt. It's a good idea to come here if you don't want Madame Pomfrey to know you were injured. It too is directly connected to the Hogwarts Floo Network. Harry's and my necklaces are connected to this room, and if you enter it when you are needing medical assistance, we will know and come to help you. When we pick a Healing Commander, their necklaces will also be connected to this room."

"Connected through the fireplaces we also have a Dueling Chamber, a Library, a Greenhouse and a Potions Room," Harry continued, "the Dueling Chamber is situated in the Chamber of Secrets, which was Salazar Slytherin's private room. It's original purpose was for brewing potions that were considered too fragile to be done in the school. It is a maze that will be used for training exercises and mock battles, as well as dummies and magical aids for training. The Library was Rowena Ravenclaw's library, and it has many rare and ancient books. We ask only that you take a maximum of four books out at a time, and be warned that the room automatically records who takes the books out. The Greenhouse was Helga Hufflepuff's, and it contains many plants, flowers etc. All of these are for use in potions only, although there is a section for vegetables, which will be used only if we get trapped in here for some reason or are forced to hide out in here. The Potions room is a deserted Potions classroom in the dungeons, on the lowest level. The lowest four or five levels of the school are unused because they are unneeded, so we have separated off a number of them and joined them into a single room for brewing potions."

"Our final aspect is a group of dormitories," Carmen added, "also located in the dungeons. They're very similar to our normal dorms, and will be used if we are forced to retreat into here, or if you simply want to lie low. They're also here in case you need somewhere safe to stay over the holidays."

"Now, to get to each of the rooms, there are specific names and passwords. Each is accessible only by Floo from inside Hogwarts itself, except for the Hospital Wing and Headquarters," Harry explained, "the Headquarters itself is it's original name 'Phoenix Chambers'."

"Why didn't we need to say that to get in here?" Daniel Contal, another sixth year Ravenclaw, asked.

"We kept it open, once I was through, and then Carmen shut it on her way through," Harry explained, "but from now on, you'll need to throw the powder in and call 'Phoenix Chambers'. There is also a password that you will have to say once you're moving, as extra safety precaution. After you start to spin, quickly say…"

"The moment I follow Voldemort is the moment I start a relationship with him," Carmen was grinning. The entire group burst into laughter. They'd gotten used to hearing and saying his name, so that wasn't a problem. But the mere idea of starting a relationship with him was lucridious.

"It's the same password for every chamber," Harry continued once the laughter had died down, "but the Dueling Chamber's floo name is 'Chamber', so as not to attract the attention it would if it were it's real name. The Hospital Wing is 'Medical Centre', the library is 'Raven Library', the Greenhouse is 'Forest Green', the Potions room is 'Brewery' and the dorms are 'home'."

"Hang on, what if we can't make it to the hospital wing?" someone asked.

"Your necklaces are programmed to transport you instantly into the hospital wing if you tap it five times in quick succession, or if you fall unconscious," Carmen explained.

"Why 'Brewery'?" Susan Bones asked.

"A Brewery is a place where muggles make beer and wine. So, we're using it for Potions. It'll throw people off our tracks hopefully," Harry smirked.

"Why don't you go explore?" Carmen suggested, "see what's around?"

FLASH-BACK

They'd done plenty of team-building work, and people were quite friendly and trusting now, although the Slytherins were still a bit stand-offish. They'd done some basic dueling, and Harry had led them through a bit of dueling, healing, the martial arts, fencing, dagger combat, dagger throwing and archery. He'd soon located whose advantages lay where, and was now trying to mentally sort them into battle groups. He'd discovered eight people who were good at healing, and who would be healers during battles but who would also train to be reserves who could be switched in and out of other groups as necessary. There were, excluding his friends, forty more students, as numerous others had caught up to their level and been brought in over the past few weeks. Three of them; Nicole Renner, Chantal Doran and Samara Wales were posing a problem for him. They had unnatural abilities, things that they shouldn't have had, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. It was quite clear that they were powerful magically and physically, but he wasn't quite sure of what to do with them. Nicole was an expert at physical combat more then anything, and seemed to be able to hear things before the rest of them. She was, she claimed, part high-elf. Apparently one of her great-grandmothers was an elf, and she had inherited that. He wasn't sure what Chantal was, except that she wasn't fully human. She too had perceptive senses and almost un-natural strength, speed and endurance, and was thus very physical. Samara, on the other hand, was gifted magically. She was at a very high level of magic, and seemed to have this weird ability to blend into the shadows naturally. He'd just decided that they'd have to stay separate, because they'd be more useful there, when it hit him.

The first thing he'd known about it was a sharp pain in his elbow as he slid from the chair, and then he was in dream-land.

VISION

The first thing Harry noticed was that he wasn't in Voldemort's head anymore, he was floating as if an omnipotent presence. The second was that he hadn't had a vision for the past few years, to him at any rate.

He was above a prison building, Azkaban prison at that. And the death eaters were storming it. He floated helplessly above the island, watching as death eaters apparated onto the island and took down the few auror guards. He looked away from the dying throes of the aurors, even after all these years he couldn't stomach watching an innocent die. Then again, that was one of things that Carmen assured him made him human, and not like Voldemort. Harry had to agree, and wonder just how Snape managed to stand looking at himself in the mirror when he stood by and let it happen, without trying to prevent it.

It didn't take very long for the death eaters to over run the place, and Harry shuddered as he watched the prisoners inside be brought out. Or, the ones who had served Voldemort at any rate. Those who had not, well, he'd seen flashes of green inside the building and could guess what had happened to them.

And the Dementors…the guardians of Azkaban were now kneeling at the feet of Voldemort. Obviously they were promising to serve him. Harry's thoughts raced, this was an unexpected turn. Obviously the Dragon Order needed to be taught to cast a corporeal patronus quickly, if they were to have any chance. And come to think of it, teaching them to fight vampires and werewolves wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

A Death Eater came running out of the building to Voldemort, and said something. Harry wasn't sure what, but he did hear the,

"Crucio!" Harry braced himself for the pain, but nothing happened besides a twinge in his scar. Puzzled, he looked down and saw the Death Eater writhing on the ground. It looked even worse then it felt, and he felt his stomach rebelling.

Harry watched wearily, as the Dementors faded away into the mist that was slowly clouding his vision, and he remained in dream-land only long enough to spot Voldemort disaparating, before all went black.

END OF VISION

Harry woke up on the floor of Transfiguration classroom, with McGonagall's head looming above his friends. His first thought was that his headache was back, as it was pounding and aching. His stomach didn't feel quite right either. He smiled weakly,

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Hermione argued, "you just fainted."

"I'm fine, Hermione," Harry insisted, trying to look it.

Vision? Carmen asked.

Yeah, Harry agreed silently, Azkaban's been freed. He looked up at McGonagall,

"I need to speak with the headmaster." Her lips thinned and she nodded,

"Right, Mr. Potter. Read chapter 4 of your book while I escort Mr. Potter to the headmaster's office," she barked. He got to his feet slightly unsteadily; his stomach still roiling and his head feeling like it had just been cracked wide open.

He took two steps, and suddenly felt like he was loosing control of his stomach. His shoulders came up and he started a heave, and then suddenly coolness emanated from his mind. He felt Ingrid's sure touch on his mind, and sent a grateful thank you. It was incredibly draining to do that mentally, especially when she wasn't in the same room.

He took another step, and swayed, the world spinning before his eyes. That was something Ingrid could do nothing about. McGonagall tutted, and took his arm to support him,

"to the hospital wing first, I think."

Talk about embarrassing, Harry groaned, feeling his cheeks flush.

Obviously, you're bright red, Carmen teased. Harry stuck a mental tongue out childishly, before wincing as the pain came back. Ingrid was having problems keeping a firm grip on his mind with all his shields up. And if he let them down, he'd be bombarded with all the charged emotions of teenagers, and would be even worse off.

He staggered down the hall way, completely confused as to what had set of this reaction. Even before he'd learnt Occulmancy, he hadn't reacted like this to the visions. He knew that if McGonagall wasn't holding him up, he wouldn't be upright, let alone walking. His vision was starting to cloud. He swayed into the Hospital Wing, and promptly collapsed on the nearest bed with a groan.

McGonagall looked at him for a moment and then moved out of the door briskly.

"Poppy, Potter's in here again," she called. Harry cringed, making out her tone through the foggy haze that was getting worse by the moment. He was aware of Madame Pomfrey hovering over him and starting to say something, but then he was down for the count.

A/N: I know it's short, like really short, but I thought this was a good place to stop. Next chapter will be up soon (I hope), so don't fret. I hope people caught what that last phrase was, 'down for the count' is a saying meaning asleep or unconscious.

E/N: It's your friendly (or not so friendly, depends on what kind of person you are) editor! So, did you like it? You have to have liked it! Personally I think that McGonagall has a good point. He spends a good amount of time in the hospital wing. Anyway, I will be on her heels till she finishes the next chapter! Review people!