Title: Azkaban Jailbreak

Disclaimer: I do not own the any characters except those who I made up. The rest belong to J.K.R.

Warnings: T rating based on a little bit of language and a hint of rape.

Description: Voldemort has a son, Jezidiah who has been locked in Azkaban in for going on two years. Jez, as everyone in the prison calls him, goes to Hogwarts in disguise to capture Harry and take him to Voldemort. Please read and review.

Intro: This is in the fifth book when the prison break occurs. Since it was never explained in the book I decided to make up my own version. It starts off with Jez describing a little bit of his background and then switches to the narrator. The basic background in Jez's narration comes from Stephen King's Changing Seasons.

Prologue Intro

I was the guy who could get anything for you in Azkaban, anything but a wand that is. Most of the guards were afraid of me because of my father so I was granted most of my requests. I had been put in Azkaban for using the cruciatus curse on an unloyal follower of my father. The miserable bastered should have been murdered. As I said my bloodlines granted me many privileges including not having to fear anything. I had power on my side, power that no one dared to touch save one. One person, a baby no less, had destroyed my father leaving me in the care of a much-trusted follower, much to the dislike of his family. I lived with them until their son started going to Hogwarts. At that point I was 13 and I wasn't going to go to the same school with a man who called me Jezidiah Riddle longer than I had to. My filthy muggle grandfather had no part of my life and never would as long as I had a say. I considered myself a pure blood since both my parents were wizards, even though my father was muggle born. Not that anyone would argue with me. Anyway, after two years there I left Hogwarts and trained with the best deatheaters and became the strongest wizard of my age and most of the wizarding world. Few could challenge me and even fewer knew I actually existed. The only problem was I was greatly underage and therefore closely watched by the ministry, which is why I was caught. When my wand was confiscated I felt as weak as a muggle, until the realized who I was. After that I had almost all my power back. I was determined to be the first to break out of Azkaban but since I wasn't quite an animagus yet I couldn't slip out like that flea bitten mutt, Sirius Black. I wasn't afraid to be in Azkaban I just didn't like being shoved in a cage like an animal. There were only two people I feared. One was the warden for reasons that will be explained later. The other was my father, who had been reborn last year.

Prologue

Jez sat with one of the older inmates at a table in the dining area in Azkaban. The old man was rambling about the old days when the guards entered and started clearing the prisoners out. Jez continued eating even after everyone else had formed a line outside the doors.

"Riddle," a guard called timidly to Jez who spat on the floor before continuing his pitiful meal.

"You might want to get up," another, braver, guard said, "the warden is on his way." Jez stiffened at the mention of the warden.

"Let him come," he said after a second's hesitation. The warden had taken a sudden liking to using the cruciatus curse on him when Jez when he was feeling particularly bored.

"Get up Jezidiah," came the warden's voice from behind him. Jez was unable to suppress a shiver. The curse hadn't been the only torture the warden had decided he liked to inflict on the boy. Their relationship had become more than a warden to a prisoner on a dark day when the warden had called for Jez to be brought into his office alone. The warden had immobilized Jez and had his way with him and Jez learned what it was like to be the victim, though it didn't put him on the straight and narrow path. "Come on Jezidiah, time to go in." After a brief internal war, Jez stood and went towards the line. "There's a good boy." He patted Jez's shoulder. All of a sudden there was an explosion followed by a huge burst of air. Deatheaters and followers of Voldemort were suddenly clad in flowing black robes with the deatheater masks over their faces. Jez was wearing a lavish dark green robe with a snake whose tail started at the hem near Jez's feet and wound its way up to the head on his shoulder in thick black thread. The prisoners were all examining their robes with unease and muttering under their breath. A new voice interrupted their thoughts and filled the small hallway.

"My loyal followers and my blood, all here awaiting the day their lord will rise and free them." For the second time Jez froze, dreading the confrontation between him and the voice. "I'm sure you all heard of my rejuvenation and the escape of the one whose blood now runs through my veins." Voldemort appeared and with a wave of his wand killed the five guards who had been starting dumfounded, but left the warden. The deatheaters, and prisoners still wearing their prison clothes quickly lowered to one knee before him leaving Jez standing alone too terrified to even think about moving. "My son." Voldemort had moved so fast that Jez flinched as he suddenly stood in front of him.

"D-d-dad?" was all Jez could manage.

"Fifteen years ago, I was taken from you," Voldemort lightly placed one cold pale hand on Jez's cheek, "and now I stand before you, righting this wrong. Fifteen years is too long for a son to be separated from his father." Jez stared into the snake like eyes and slowly without thinking wrapped his arms around his father. Voldemort let out a deep breath and embraced his son, an evil smile at his lips.

"I thought you were gone for good," Jez sobbed, the tears had forced there way out and down his face.

"Who has hurt you?" Voldemort asked quietly. Jez pulled his face away from Voldemort's chest and pointed at the warden.

"He used the cruciatus on me," he said, spitting the words out as if they were poison.

"The cruciatus," Voldemort said quietly almost to himself then turned towards the warden who had begun shaking violently. "Crucio." The spell came out almost like an afterthought. Jez closed his eyes and pressed his face back to his father's chest listening to the sweet sound of revenge. "Everyone," Voldemort said over the warden's screams, "I have jobs for you pertaining to my rise to power, which I will disclose to you later." He turned to Jez, "You will have to go back to Hogwarts." Jez looked up startled.

"I can't go back there, Dubeldore would recognize me," he protested.

"Not if you go as another student," Voldemort answered quietly.

"I can't I won't." Jez pulled away completely and glared at Voldemort.

"Now, now you wouldn't want to end up…" he trailed off and looked back at the warden who was still writhing on the floor. Jez stared wide-eyed between his Voldemort and the warden.

"But…" he didn't have an argument he simply wanted to hold on to some dignity.

"But nothing. I have already arranged for you to take someone's place. You will be going as soon as one of the deatheaters can get you there." Voldemort then turned to his other followers and beckoned for them to follow. Jez watched before slowly following the group of now escaped convicts to a new cell. One controlled not by the warden, but his father who he was very confident would soon control most of the wizarding world. He would crush his enemies one by one making them suffer until they begged for death starting with Harry Potter.