"When the guard asks, look sad and mournful," Alabasandria instructed. "It took forever to get us this portkey. I had to possess two different workers and forge paperwork." They both grabbed hold of the empty tin can.
"Visitors?" The squeaky-voiced guardsman stuttered as they touched down in a cold, barren room. "F-for who?"
Alabasandria handed him some paperwork.
"Harry Potter to visit Sirius Black."
B-buh- Black?" The man could barely force the name out. "You must be joking!"
"Nope. This is what his mindhealer deemed necessary. Harry is so traumatized by the deaths of his parents, see, that the only way for him to heal is to face the man who betrayed them." Alabasandria nudged his side.
"Y-yeah," he said, sniffing loud and covering his face in his hands. "I am so traumatized."
"He's a kid, he can't go in there, the dementors! - "
She flicked her wand and a large, silver raven erupted from its tip.
"That's why I'm here to escort him," she said in her deadpan voice.
"Alright. If you insist." He pulled a strange red ball off of his desk and spoke into it. "Sirius Black." Very reluctantly the guard began to unlock the door behind them, rows and rows of heavy locks sat on the metal door. "You'll have thirty minutes, the dementors will lead you there."
Once the door slammed behind them with a loud 'click', Alabasandria flicked her wand again, dissipating the silver raven as well as the two dementors waiting for them.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"Patronus charm," she explained. "It's a method to get around the terrifying effects of the dementors. Which is, of course, irrelevant to us both. It's still useful to avoid their Kiss, but you're a bit young to learn it yet." She took off walking at a brisk speed.
"And Sirius Black?"
"Your godfather, apparently. He is also irrelevant. We won't be visiting him. We should take blood from the first prisoners available. We don't want that guard to come rescue us." Her shadow pulsated and twitched. It stretched out long behind them. "Bring us to where those with life sentences are kept," she ordered.
The shadow swallowed them and spit them out in another corridor similar to the last. Ahead of them, rows of cells spread as far as the eye could see.
"Let's get looking," she sighed.
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Padfoot's ears perked up at the new sounds. Voices, talking. When was the last time they'd had a visitor up here? The dementors sure did not say much and the other prisoners usually screamed, not spoke. He huddled down in the darkest corner of his cell, tail twitching. Suddenly, a mop of curly black hair peered into his cell, a lumos lit wand illuminating their face. Sirius recognized that face. James? No, the eyes were a vibrant green - Harry! But what was Harry doing here? In Azkaban of all places? His godson's face was there for only a second before the kid sighed and began to walk off.
"No one in this one, either!" He complained. "All the cells are empty or full of dead bodies, this sucks." Padfoot couldn't pinch himself so he bit down hard on his tail. Not dreaming. He ran towards the bars and followed the boy with his eyes.
But no, he must be dreaming, or hallucinating, or something! Because Harry, his precious godson was here, in Azkaban. Padfoot shook his head wildly as though that would shatter the illusion in his mind.
Then he noticed it. The dementors were gone. The constant haze of misery had eased up considerably. Usually, there was a heavy fog that weighed down his mind, making it near impossible to think about anything other than death and mistakes and James' body twisted in a heap on the floor, eyes wide and glassy and wrought with the emotions of his final moments. Terror. Lily eagle spread on the floor as though she'd taken a nap, but her body was pallid and cold. And little baby Harry screaming and screaming and screaming.
Sirius could focus now, for the first time in a long, long time. His eyes were glued to Harry's retreating body.
It didn't matter if this Harry in front of him was real or not. The fading agony reminded Sirius of one very important thing. Harry was out there, alone, without his parents. Without his godfather! He'd sworn to protect that boy with his life and look how that had turned out. No, Sirius couldn't stay in this hellhole a second longer.
While his mind was clear, he began to hatch a plan.
DARE To Say No To Necromancy
"Hey guys! So I have your presents ready, but I need to borrow a bit of your blood first."
They'd met up in their usual hidden alcove in the library so that Luna could join the Gryffindors. Harry had immediately cast a multitude of silencing and repelling charms around the area, ones so powerful that even Hermione had not heard of them before. He had three amulets spread out on the table in front of them. Curious, Ron picked one up to examine. It consisted of a leather cord wrapped around a Galleon-sized piece of black stone. There was a rune carved into the front and a different one carved on the backside. Also on the table were three vials of dark red liquid. Ron chose to think about it in that vague manner because he was rather trying not to panic. It was totally not blood. Where did Harry get it from?
Ron did his best to be supportive of his friend's hobbies but seeing the blood in person raised an instinctual terror that was hard to keep down.
Beside him, Luna shrugged and held out her hand, the blonde as nonchalant as ever. Harry took a gentle hold of it and pulled a knife out of his pocket. He pricked the tip of her finger and pressed it to the rune. Releasing Luna, he picked up one of the vials of blood. Ripping out the stopper with his teeth, Harry let a drop fall onto the other rune. Harry gave them a reassuring grin and under his breath he whispered an incantation. It was too low for Ron to make out, but static trailed across his body as the temperature dropped. The blood-soaked runes glowed the same green as Harry's eyes. Ron's shuddered breath came out in a fog as he watched the blood seep into the stone and disappear. Harry handed it off to Luna.
"Thank you Harry!" She grinned, putting it on. Nothing terrifying happened as she touched it, and Hermione released the breath she'd been holding during the procedure. She did not volunteer to go next. Ron sighed. His dad had warned them to never ever hand over their blood. He'd warned them of all the ways someone could use it to control them, kill them, or worse. He held out his hand.
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