Disclaimer: I said I don't own Harry Potter in the last chapter; do you really need to hear it again? Also there are some minor elements adapted from Pirates of the Caribbean, those all belong to Disney.
Dedication: to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter, you all encouraged me to write another one
A/N: Well, here it is, the sequel to the other chapter which was only meant to be a OneShot cause personally I think I totally suck at Dark!Harry, but anyway there are lots of nice people on this site who encouraged me to write a sequel, (people who reviewed, you guys/girls rock!). I hope you all like it…it is longer than the other one and my fingers are dead from typing, so I'll stop writing this so you can go and read the story before my fingers drop off. Enjoy.
The Mission
Harry landed on his feet engulfed in flames standing in the middle of a massive marble stoned room. He started walking towards an arched doorway, his black boots echoing in the vast space. The Apprentice came to the majestic arch, crisscrossing lines of defence magic entwined each other across the doorway, preventing Harry on going any further.
Taking out his wand Harry pointed it at the defence magic mechanisms (that were created by the Dark Lord himself) and started muttering phrases in Parseltongue. The tip of his wand started to glow before a streak of light hit the defences, making them part for him like curtains. Harry smiled; it was good to be home.
Stepping through the Apprentice was met by an even larger room than the previous, however this one had much different uses. Lining the walls were weapons and Dark trinkets, a massive glass Pensive stood in the corner and ceiling high bookshelves covered the North side of the room.
Harry started to put all his weapons away into their right places before unfastening his cloak and hanging it on one of the hooks lining the west side of the room. Harry sighed in relief and flopped down onto a green velvet chair. He had only been in Azkaban for two days and the Dementors hadn't affected him as much as the Aurors would have wanted them to but Harry was glad to be back in familiar surroundings.
Breathing deeply Harry started to meditate; he did this to clear his mind after every battle, cleansing his head helped The Apprentice move on with his studies. Suddenly Harry felt a pressure outside his mental barrier and immediately countered against it. The onslaught continued for fifteen more minutes and Harry's head was starting to hurt.
Then abruptly it stopped and a figure stepped into Harry's view.
Black robed and menacing stood Lord Voldemort, looking down upon his charge, "you did well, Harry, however next time I will expect you to be able to push me completely away."
Harry smiled and looked up to his master, "of course, Master."
Voldemort sat down in the chair opposite Harry, scrutinizing his apprentice, "you were captured again Harry, I do not like it when my followers are outwitted by the feeble ministry."
Harry looked at Voldemort with a raised eyebrow, "it took them sixty two fully trained Aurors to detain me."
The Dark Lord looked onto his charge thoughtfully, "Yes, that is true, I must admit that is impressive, but I still do not like the idea of you being in the clutches of those purple robed fools. Make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Yes master, however I would like to say that the mission was a success." Harry said smugly.
Voldemort sat up straighter at this comment, "So you have it, you have the password and the code into Azkaban?"
"Yes," replied Harry, "and you wouldn't believe what it is! It's so obvious!"
"Do tell."
Harry snickered, "The password is 'Azkaban Prison'" Voldemort snickered, "and the code is 1363, the very year the prison was opened."
Harry conjured two goblets of wine and handed one to his master, "it wasn't difficult infiltrating the ministry; the hard bit was getting out. It seemed at though General Splinter had called all the Aurors in England."
Voldemort took a sip out of his drink, "he probably did, I've found with my dealing with him that the guy overreacts quite a bit."
"Yes, but I was only in Azkaban for two days. Last time he had me there for six."
Harry's master then placed his goblet down and fixed his charge with a stare, Harry knew this look, and it was the kind of look that his master gave him when he was to do something important. Normally it was a mission of some sort; Harry also set down his cup and narrowed his eyes slightly in curiosity.
"Is there something you wish me to do?" Harry asked.
Voldemort smiled, glad that his apprentice had caught on so quickly, "Yes Harry there is. I know that you have only just returned from your last mission but I require you to return back to Azkaban."
"What would be the task?" asked Harry, intrigued.
Voldemort picked up his goblet again, "I want you to free all my Death Eaters that have been imprisoned there. Especially my inner circle members like Bellatrix and Barty, they are faithful and I am in need of followers I can fully rely on, apart from you offcourse."
Harry smirked, "I will gladly take the mission, however how long do I have to plan?"
"I will give you two days to plan the mission; it will take a while for the ministry to find out what you attacked them for. I have given you enough time to plan, but now enough time for the ministry to change the code and password of Azkaban." Voldemort explained quickly.
"That's sounds good, but will you be helping me plan the mission?" Harry asked.
"Normally, I would be the one planning an important mission like this, but I think you have proved yourself capable of handling such a task," Harry's master said with a faintly proud gleam in his eye.
"I will not fail you, Master," Harry said happily as he picked up his goblet, but when he went to drink he found nothing there, he looked shrewdly at Voldemort, "care to explain," he said indicating the empty goblet.
"You should not drink before planning an attack, you lose concentration, and you are only sixteen, I would be an irresponsible adult if I let you drink it. It is against wizarding law, it's illegal!" his master said, mocking the wizarding legal system.
"Since when have you ever worried about anything being legal?" Harry said with a smile, but put down the goblet anyway and went off to research the defence systems around Azkaban.
For the next two days Harry worked on the infiltration and escape plans of his assignment, plotting maps, working out the dimensions and entrances around the prison, while his master looked on appraisingly and pointed out little helpful tips.
Harry's final plan was to take a small boat that would be concealed by an invisibility charm and travel across to Azkaban Island alone. Meanwhile he would have a moderate amount of Death Eaters attack a nearby village, keeping the Aurors distracted while he slipped inside the building. Actually getting inside the building would be easy, the Dementors don't recognise the difference between an Auror and one of Voldemorts followers, all that Harry needs is the correct code and password.
Harry would then unlock all the Death Eaters cells and lead them out one bye one, he couldn't have the Dementors getting suspicious by a sudden influx of freed prisoners. Harry would then give them all some spare wands that his master lent to him, they would then commandeer the Azkaban prison ship used to take over inmates from the mainland, this ship would hold all of Harry and the Death Eaters. Then they would escape half way out to sea where the Apparition wards stop and leave the Aurors stranded on Azkaban Island. See how they like it.
Harry smiled; he was ready for this mission.
Voldemort came up to Harry, "You have done well, and I expect the mission to go smoothly."
"Thankyou, Master," Harry answered, "Do please forgive me but I must go get prepared."
"You will leave in an hour, use your time wisely and take only your best weapons," the Dark Lord ordered.
"Yes Master."
An hour and a half later The Apprentice was travelling under the cover of darkness in a small boat toward Azkaban prison, a smile graced his lips as he saw in the distance the massive silhouette of the Azkaban prison ship, docked just off the entrance to the jail. Soon the Aurors would have no control over it.
About half way there Harry felt the Anti Apparition ward pass, all he had now was the boat. Unsheathing his wand Harry looked out towards the prison, the boat gliding with use of magic across the glassy black water. Finally the boat hit the shore line and Harry stepped our, bringing his occlumency shield up to full force for a defence against the Dementors.
Crouching low Harry surveyed the entrance, two solitary Aurors stood guard with the Dementors, Harry looked at the time, the Death Eaters would be attacking the village any minute now and the two guards would be called over to help.
The Apprentice looked back to the mainland and saw a flickering green light in the distance, the Dark Mark. It was Harry's signal that they had started the battle. Soon enough the Aurors took out a small globe like sphere from each of their pockets, a communication method Harry concluded. Then after looking at it they both raced towards a small speedy boat and zoomed back towards the mainland. Harry smiled.
Waiting until they were out of site Harry walked casually up to the guarding Dementors, two floating creates blocked his entrance; Harry understood this as a sign to give them the code and password, he obliged.
"Azkaban Prison," Harry told the Dementors, "1363."
They swiftly moved out of his way and Harry walked calmly through to the main prison cells where most of the Death Eaters would be held. The damp and mouldy walls were rather depressing and the distant cries of the prisoners echoed through the whole jail. Finally Harry came to where he wanted to be.
The Apprentice looked down a dark and dreary corridor, cells lining each side; he already knew which ones held Death Eaters.
Harry worked swiftly, unlocking and disabling the complicated magic surrounding each cell. Soon he had eight rather shabby looking Death Eaters (who wouldn't stop thanking him) following him towards the maximum security cells where most of Harry's master's inner circle was being held.
Harry and his followers soon got to their destination. A heavily bolted and chained door stood firmly between Harry and his target, he could feel the incredibly strong defence magic pulsating off it. Harry rolled his eyes; yet again the ministry forgot that simplicity is the best root when dealing with kind of defence.
Indicating to the group that he wanted them to be quiet Harry took out his wand and conjured a crow bar; the Death Eaters looked on in puzzlement.
One Death Eater decided that moment to ignore Harry's order and speak up, "Err, what is that for?"
"You will speak when spoken to, Newland, do not disobey my orders," Harry snapped hooking the crow bar in the groove between the door and the wall, "but I will answer your question, let's just say it's all a matter of the proper…leverage."
Harry then pulled on the crow bar and the door broke free, swinging open. Harry smiled.
The Apprentice led the group into a much smaller corridor, Harry smirked seeing that there were no Dementors, he had chosen the one time where the maximum security cells where not guarded by Dementors to attack.
Harry walked through the corridor, muttering complicated spells under his breath and unlocking all the cells that he needed. Although Harry was familiar with some of the outer circle Death Eaters he was much more close to the Inner Circle, Harry knew all the Death Eaters he saw in these cells.
Finally he came to the last cell and smiled, "Bellatrix! I haven't seen you in ages, getting thrown into Azkaban is not a good way to stay in Master's inner circle."
Bellatrix's head snapped up, "Harry! What are you doing here? Master is always the one that gets us out of here…"
Harry smirked, "He entrusted me with this important mission, Master has put his faith in me that I get you grovelling followers out of here alive."
Bellatrix laughed, "It's good to see you again, faithful Apprentice"
Harry held out his hand to help her up, "Come Bella, we have an escape plan to put into motion," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Bella cackled and fell back into the rest of the group following Harry out through the corridor and into the dark sky and faint moonlight.
They all started to creep swiftly around to the Azkaban prison boat, which was anchored at a small rickety dock. Harry crept forward and crouched down, beckoning the group to do the same, "see that ship over there?" they all nodded, "we are going to escape on that ship."
"What? Are we going to steal it?" asked Bella excitedly.
"No, Bella, we are going to commandeer the ship," Harry said with a smirk, "Now, here's the plan," Harry said as he spread a map on the ground.
Harry and a Death Eater named Nott climbed up the back of the ship, taking out their wands. This was stage one of the attack and Harry wanted it to go exactly to plan.
When they got on deck and saw around five Aurors preparing to sale, Harry decided to make his presence known, although he did have his hood covering his face, to keep his identity a secret, "Gentlemen, stay calm, we are talking over the ship," Harry said almost mockingly.
"Aye Avast!" said Nott, Harry looked at him like he had grown two heads. That was not what he had planned.
The Aurors laughed and the leader came forward, Harry bit back a smirk, he hadn't realised it in the darkness but it was non other than General Splinter, "this ship cannot be crewed by two Death Eaters. You'll never make it out of the bay," splinter said.
Harry laughed and pulled down his hood, while simultaneously raising his wad to point at Splinter's forehead, "General…I'm Harry Marvolo Slytherin…savvy?"
It was Nott's turn to look at Harry in confusion. Savvy? What the hell was that?
That was the signal for the rest of the group to attack, the rest of the Death Eaters climbed up onto the deck, wands aimed, smiling.
The Apprentice almost cracked a rib trying not to laugh at the Generals face.
"You!" Splinter snarled, lunging forward, but Harry was ready and stunned the General before he could even reach him.
Harry and the Death Eaters then started showering the Aurors with stunners; soon they had all the ministry officials snap frozen on the deck. Harry smirked and ordered Nott to start moving out of the dock.
The Apprenticed then told the entire outer circle Death Eaters to levitate the Aurors back to Azkaban Island while the ship moved from the dock. Moving to the back of the ship Harry watch Azkaban move farther away, the Aurors had started to stir from the spells cast on them and were shouting criticisms at him.
Harry caught the gaze of General Splinter and smirked, that man was really to rash for his own good. Harry gave him a lazy salute, "Thankyou General for getting us ready to make way. We would have had a hard time of it by ourselves," Harry shouted, enjoying the furious ranting that Splinter succumbed to afterward. Harry distinctly heard an Auror say to Splinter – "that's got to be the best Death Eater I've ever seen."
The Apprentice laughed quietly and sauntered over to Bella, "once we are out of the Anti Apparition field we'll Apparate back to Master, please tell the rest of the group."
"Of course," she replied.
Harry walked over to the front of the ship, keeping a watchful eye ahead, the sun was starting to rise and the sky shone blood red and fierce yellow, but something was looming in the horizon, a mass of figures riding broomsticks were shooting towards the ship.
Harry cursed; one of the Aurors back at the Island must have send out a distress signal. Harry snapped into action, shouting orders.
"Bolt, Nott, Parkinson and Whistler go down into the hull and see if you can find anything of use," Harry ordered, making his way over to Bella.
"Harry, what's the problem?" she asked.
"Look to the East." Harry answered, Bella spun around.
"Shit," she exclaimed, "how did they come?"
"Distress signal," Harry replied calmly, "Bella I'm ordering you to control the Ship, get it out of the Apparition field and then go back to Master, if they have time to board the boat I still want you to be in control," Harry said sternly.
"Yes, Harry, but what will you do?"
Just then the four Death Eaters Harry send off to search the ship came back, "Sir, we have found three emergency broomsticks, but only one works, the rest have been in there for so long they've rotted away," Bolt said.
Harry snatched the working broom away from Whistler's hand and spun around back to Bella, "I'll be up there, fighting, there is at least around twenty five Aurors and only twelve of us. I can easily take them on but I can't risk any of you Death Eaters getting caught, that's why I have to distract them. I'm completing this mission."
With that Harry mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground, heading towards the massive silhouette of Aurors.
Harry unsheathed his wand; he was close enough to see the Auror's faces now, so it was close enough for them to see his. They immediately recognised him and many growled in anger, putting on an extra burst of speed, Harry was nearly in their firing range.
Suddenly a wall of spells came shooting towards Harry, so he dived steeply towards the glass-like water, pulling up just in time to skim his feet across the surface, the Aurors started throwing spells down at him. Harry swerved and rolled on his broom to avoid the many colourful spells smashing into the water around him.
Then some of the Aurors dived after him, making the rest follow. They were all now going at breakneck speed across the surface of the water, exactly what Harry wanted. Pulling his broom upwards Harry rocketed into the sky before conjuring an impressive silver shield that appeared right in front of his pursuers, like a massive mid-air wall. The crashed right into it. Harry laughed.
All but three Aurors had been knocked unconscious. The three that weren't started to get really furious and started throwing spell after spell towards Harry, who dodged them easily.
Suddenly Harry heard multiple cracking sounds, Bella and the rest of the Death Eaters had passed the wards and Apparated back to his Master, the mission was complete. Except now he had to get back.
Flying the broom fifty feet above the water Harry stopped and hovered, the Aurors weren't far off his tail. Harry breathed in deeply, sheathed his wand, swung his leg over the broom and jumped. Harry concentrated hard, and soon when he was half way down Harry bust into an inferno of flames and disappeared the same way he did on his last mission.
Even back at the mainland people could hear the furious roars of the three Aurors. Who where looking at the empty broom which used to hold the Apprentice.
A/N: There you go! Seven pages of Dark Harry helping out his Death Munches, did you like it? Please tell me in a review.
PS: the broomstick chase was a last second thought…that's probably why it's kinda weird and badly written.
Thanks to all these people who reviewed.
Barranca: yes he is a menace, and the Dark Lord be a little angry at him getting caught, thanks for the review. IronFist Shady Gurl: Aww! Thanks for the encouragement, its greatly appreciated. the (french ) dark lord: Love the name! I'm learning French…ok back to the subject, here's the sequel you wanted, hope you like it! Tornintopeices: I have been watching a rather unhealthy amount of PotC lately, lol, Hope you like the sequel. angelkat2502: Glad you liked it, and yes I am doing more with the theme! Theman: yes I love Harry's 'Dark activities', as for the Harry/Bella romance…never read it before, but I did put in some extra Harry and Bella dialogue for you. Enjoy. TheNextMarauder: I know you, Padfoot! Are you gonna start on your Dark!Harry story soon?
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