Eighteen Years Later:

"Harry, are you working today?" Ginevra Molly Potter asked her green-eyed husband.

"Yeah, I'm on duty in Azkaban, so I'll be back late." Harry informed his redhead wife.

"What's it like there?" Albus, Harry and Ginny's eldest, asked.

"It's a terrifying fortress of black stone and pure evil." Harry joked, earning him a stern glare from his wife. He cleared his throat. "At least it used to be, now it's just a run-down ruin. All the prisoners have been transferred to other places." He said quickly.

"So why are you there?" Albus asked. "Shouldn't you be out fight dark wizards?" He asked.

"Not today, today I'm making sure nobody tries to get into the place." Harry explained. "They might get hurt, it's pretty unstable and dangerous."

"Oh, okay." Albus said, slightly crestfallen. Clearly, he was hoping his father would be doing something more exciting.

Harry laughed and ruffled the child's hair.

"I'll be back late tonight, okay? So listen to your mother, you know how she gets!" The scarred man joked.

"Oi! I'm not that bad!" Ginny laughed, throwing a tea towel that was sitting on the dining table next to her at him.

Harry ran out of the house, chuckling to himself, he was probably going to pay for that later, he thought. It was worth it though, anything to see her smile.

At the end of the Second Wizarding War, Azkaban had been decommissioned. The dementors had been banished and the island was off limits to everyone, barring the highest ranks of the aurors.

It was mostly true.

The truth was Azkaban was still a prison, however it only held one inmate. Harry had to pull some strings within the Ministry to get stationed there today, but he desperately needed to speak to them.

His thoughts darkened as he absent-mindedly scratched the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, in his hand he held the parchment that Dumbledore had posthumously given to him.

Harry nodded to several other aurors as he headed inside Azkaban, he always hated the journey here, as he had to physically travel over the sea. Apparation and flying by broom were blocked by extremely powerful wards, and of course the fortress wasn't connected to the Flue Network.

As Harry walked along the dark, narrow corridors, he shuddered. Azkaban was as dark and foreboding as it had been during the time of the dementors, he wondered how any of the previous inmates had managed to keep even the slightest shred of self.

Eventually he was deep enough to enter a fairly recently constructed part of the prison, the rough, black stone eventually gave way to smooth bedrock. The path he was on burrowed deeper and deeper underground until he faced an immense door made of pure black metal. It made the vault doors of Gringotts look like flimsy plastic in comparison.

This is what he came for, why he rearranged so many peoples' scheduled assignments.

He placed a palm on the door and spoke his name.

"Harry James Potter." Harry said in a firm clear voice.

With a hiss of pressurised air, the great door to the only functioning prison cell swung open.

Inside was pitch black, Harry pulled out his wand.

"Lumos." The auror whispered.

The tip of his wand lit up, illuminating the tiny cell. Smooth featureless walls with no source of light and no amenities of any sort.

On the far wall, was a slim humanoid figure, shorter than Harry, but used to be slightly taller than him. It's arms and legs were spread-eagled and encased in ten centimetre thick metal tubes, moulded to exactly the shape of the limbs. Across the chest, four metal restraints, the same thickness as the tubes were hammered into the stone. Harry knew that the supports for these restraints went deep into the surrounding bedrock.

Finally, the head was held in place by a thick metal collar, again perfectly moulded to fit from the shoulders to the base of the head, restricting any movement and forcing the figure to look forwards at all times.

"I'm so sorry for how they've treated you." Harry said to the figure. "I never realised they would do all..." He gestured around the cell. "This."

He sighed.

"Please believe me, I'd tried to get them to grant you some small freedom. Maybe removed your bindings, but they refused to listen." Harry said. "They're extremely scared of you and what you can do."

"But now it's time to return to the surface." The auror said. "Time to finish what you came here to do, all those years ago."

With motions faster than most humans could manage, due to him continuing and refining the training he had done during his days at Hogwarts. As well as some magical assistance, he had reactions that were borderline preternatural. He pulled out the parchment he had been given by Fawkes.

"Despite us finding all seven Horcruxes that Dumbledore told us about..." Harry said grimly. "Voldemort is back."

From the figure's left eye, blue flames flooded the chamber.

A/N

Well I couldn't leave it like that, could I?

This really is the end, hoped you all liked it.

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