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The air around Azkaban was cold, not just from the harsh winds that battered its stone walls, but from the oppressive presence of the Dementors that patrolled the perimeter. The fortress loomed like a blackened claw in the middle of a restless sea, its towers jagged and foreboding against the slate-gray sky. Waves crashed against its base with relentless fury, as if the ocean itself sought to topple the prison and free the souls trapped within.
A thick fog clung to the water as a solitary boat approached the island. Hidden within the shadows of his billowing black cloak, Alexander stood at the bow, his sharp gaze locked on the fortress. His presence seemed to ripple through the magic-infused air around him, as though the very fabric of Azkaban was aware of the power that approached.
Infiltration
The boat came to a stop just short of the jagged rocks surrounding the prison. Alexander stepped lightly onto the shore, his boots crunching against the damp gravel. With a single wave of his hand, the boat drifted back into the fog, leaving no trace of his arrival.
He lifted his hand, palm open, and whispered an incantation. Shadows pooled around his fingers, coiling like serpents before stretching outward. They wove themselves into the cracks of Azkaban's walls, slipping through unseen gaps and rendering him undetectable to the wards protecting the prison.
As he moved forward, the icy tendrils of the Dementors reached for him, their hunger palpable. But Alexander was no ordinary intruder. His dark magic pulsed in defiance, forcing the spectral creatures to recoil. They floated away, their movements erratic and uncertain, as if they had encountered a predator far beyond their comprehension.
The Descent
Inside Azkaban, the air was heavy with despair. The corridors were dimly lit by flickering torches, their light barely penetrating the gloom. Echoes of distant screams and whispered madness bounced off the walls, a symphony of suffering that never ceased.
Alexander moved silently, his footsteps muffled by the dark magic that cloaked him. He passed cell after cell, each one housing a broken soul lost to the torment of the Dementors. Prisoners clutched at their rags, their sunken eyes staring blankly ahead.
Eventually, he reached the lower levels, where the most dangerous prisoners were kept. His destination was clear. In the deepest, most isolated cell, Sirius Black sat slumped against the wall, his once-handsome face gaunt and hollow from years of confinement.
The Encounter
"Sirius Black," Alexander said, his voice low and resonant.
Sirius's head snapped up, his gray eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the voice. "Who's there?" he rasped, his voice raw from disuse.
Alexander stepped closer, the shadows around him receding just enough to reveal his silhouette. "A friend," he replied. "One who believes you've spent long enough in this prison."
Sirius let out a bitter laugh. "A friend, is it? Forgive me if I don't take you at your word. Friends have been in short supply lately."
Alexander ignored the sarcasm. "You were imprisoned for a crime you didn't commit. Your innocence matters little to the Ministry, but it matters to me. I'm here to free you."
Sirius's expression shifted, suspicion giving way to a glimmer of hope. "Why would you risk coming here for me?"
Alexander's gaze hardened. "Because the world needs you. Harry needs you. And because I have no patience for injustice."
The Escape
Alexander raised his hand, and the lock on Sirius's cell door melted away with a hiss. The door creaked open, and Sirius staggered to his feet, unsteady but determined.
"Stay close to me," Alexander instructed. "The Dementors won't harm you while you're under my protection."
As they moved through the corridors, the air grew colder. The Dementors had sensed the disturbance and were converging on their location. Alexander's eyes glowed faintly beneath his hood as he raised both hands. A swirling vortex of black mist erupted from his palms, forming a barrier that pushed the Dementors back.
The creatures let out chilling screeches as they were forced away, their attempts to breach the barrier proving futile.
"Impressive," Sirius muttered, his voice laced with awe.
Alexander glanced at him briefly. "Save your praise for when we're out of here."
The Final Confrontation
As they reached the entrance, a group of Aurors appeared, their wands drawn and expressions fierce. "Stop right there!" one of them commanded. "You're not leaving this place alive!"
Alexander sighed, his patience wearing thin. With a flick of his wrist, the shadows around him surged forward, disarming the Aurors in an instant. Their wands clattered to the floor as they were pushed back against the walls, immobilized by the same dark tendrils.
"This doesn't concern you," Alexander said coldly. "Leave now, and you'll live to see another day."
The Aurors exchanged terrified glances but made no further attempt to stop him.
Freedom
Outside, the storm had intensified. Lightning split the sky as Alexander and Sirius reached the shore. The boat reappeared as if summoned, gliding smoothly through the waves to meet them.
Sirius hesitated, glancing back at the towering prison. "I never thought I'd see the sky again," he murmured.
Alexander placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's much to do, Sirius. Your freedom is only the beginning."
As they stepped onto the boat, the shadows around Alexander swirled once more, cloaking them both in darkness. The vessel drifted away from Azkaban, leaving the fortress—and its horrors—behind.
(Author's note chapter's are going to be slow I'm working on what could possible be my best what if please give me any ideas for a fan fic any idea helps thank you for your time have greater rest of your day)