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Jailbreak by Weasley twins rock

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 3,156
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Violence

Genres: General
Characters: Bellatrix, R. Lestrange, Lucius
Pairings:

First Published: 09/22/2007
Last Chapter: 09/22/2007
Last Updated: 10/25/2007

Summary:


The walls were crumbling, the taste of freedom upon the air. They are coming.
And vengeance never tasted so sweet.


Chapter 1: Breakout!
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Disclaimer x 2: The lyrics (in italics) are from the wonderful Thin Lizzy, Jailbreak.










Jailbreak










The dementors were gone, the marks were burning, the mass breakout had begun.

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the boys we don’t like it
So were getting up and going down


As the swarm of dementors flew off out towards the sea, the waters surface frosting over behind them, the walls came crashing down in an area of high security Azkaban. The rock tumbled over a hundred feet to smash against the jagged rocks that encased the small island, flying into the sea as a mass of rocky debris, one of the highest security cells had been breached, now the others had to fall to the same fate.

Bellatrix Lestrange darted through the corridors of Azkaban, in search of the warden’s office where her wand must reside, she held a jagged piece of rock in her hand and a maniacal smile swept across her skull-like face. Her good for nothing cousin may have been the first to have ever broken out of Azkaban, but she was going to be the first to break out them all, they would all search for the Dark Lord and he would rise all powerful once more. Leering faces lined the cells either side of her as she ran through the dank corridors, in search of her comrades in arms and her wand. Her dark mark burned harshly against her flesh, scorching. She ignored the pain, relishing in the feeling of the burn, the call of her master, a twisted love of being called, beckoned to the wild. Her wild.

Hiding low looking right to left
If you see us coming I think its best
To move away do you hear what I say
From under my breath


Her running feet came to a standstill as the glimmer of a patronus could be seen along the corridor where the cells ended, it was the only area of any warmth in the whole building, guarded by the silver sentinels from the coldness of the dementors. Bellatrix straightened up and walked straight past the patronus, there was no way to get rid of it and she had nothing more to possibly lose in being caught, they no longer had the power to subject her to the dementor’s kiss.

“Gotcha,” she whispered, her eyes dancing as she peered into the office.

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around


There was a man with his head in the fire which was burning bright with emerald flames, he had apparently not heard her, she could hear his hurried words as he explained to a Ministry official of the abandoned Dementor’s posts. Withholding the urge to cackle with glee she held the rock in her hand steadily, tiptoeing up behind the warden, poised, ready to strike. Vengeance was certainly sweet.

CRACK!

The rock slammed into the back of his skull with all of the pent up anger and rage that was allowed to flow through Bellatrix’s veins. She tugged on his robes violently, pulling him from the fire so whoever he was conversing with would be unable to see the blood that now flowed heavily across the floor. She kicked his body quickly not bothering to check for any life and quickly set to obtaining her wand and busting the others out. She knew the score with Azkaban, even though the Ministry officials had been informed they could not get there too soon, they could not apparate into Azkaban which was a long way from London and the Ministry. She had a little time, but not much, a duel would not be a wise thing to submerge in, however much she would enjoy making them suffer. To make them pay for her many years in Azkaban, years in which she could have continued faithfully serving her master.

Don’t you be around

Bellatrix soon found the cabinet that held every inmate’s wand, fishing out her own as quickly as possible followed by those whom she would be breaking out with.
There was another room that led from the office; hurried voices could be heard inside, definite panic. The silvery light of a patronus flooded out from a crack in the door. Bellatrix peeped in to see three wardens and three patronuses: a boar, an eagle and a sheep. Smiling wickedly she kicked open the door, a small fight would kick her spell casting into action after all.

“Oh heck Boris,” murmured one of the Wardens, jerking his finger at Bellatrix’s form before fumbling around for his wand, panic visible in his wide eyes, hands shaking further and further away from his wand which sat on a desk behind him. A flash of green light erupted from her wand and he fell to the floor with a muffled thump, the other two still so consumed in the shock of the empty posts, seemed unable to fully realize what had just happened.

“EXPELLIARMUS!” roared one of them as his friend’s pig patronus disappeared, he was a large beefy man and stood a foot taller than Bellatrix who casually conjured a shield charm, sending the spell bouncing off and hitting a glass cabinet; sending showering glass over all three of them.

All hell broke loose as flashes from each wand shot around the tiny room, rebounding off surfaces, smashing everything and flying out of the window, many of them collided, showering scorching sparks across the room, before long a large pile of paperwork had caught fire. Green flashes erupted from Bellatrix’s wand as she danced around the room in glee, dodging every curse they sent her way in a taunting manner, before long one of her spells met their mark, shortly followed by the other.

Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
Some of us won’t survive
See the boys and me mean business
Bustin' out dead or alive


Bellatrix cackled evilly before turning her back on the destruction, all three patronuses well and truly gone, yet she had never felt so warm and alive. The fire crackled heartily as it slowly engulfed object after object, it would soon be an inferno that would ravage the whole prison. Bellatrix ran out of the smaller antechamber into the first office where the warden still lay on the floor, she presumed dead. She had lost a lot of time and the wands that she grabbed from the desk needed to find their owners fast, she actually knew where some of them were, but her hopes were high on finding the others.

As she passed once more through the hall it seemed that every inmate had received a new lease of life, thrashing at their bar trying desperately trying to break free, for some of them escape looked possible. Bellatrix could hear voices here there and everywhere and the unmistakable noise of spells zooming through midair, whether from an escapee or Ministry worker she had no way to tell for sure.

Taking to the shadows she went to the closest cell that she had any interest in, her husband Rodolphus Lestrange. He was once a handsome man, yet Azkaban had taken away his good looks the same as it had done to Bellatrix. He was still a tall, well built man yet had the underfed look to him that made his frame seem wasted on him. His eyes did not have the maniacal glint that Bellatrix could achieve even when in Azkaban but he did not turn down a rescue and a free ticket out of the prison. As the spell work on his bars was broken and blasted away he lunged out of the cell that had been his home for so many years and jerked his wand from Bellatrix’s grip. It had never been much of a loving marriage with Bellatrix’s fascination with Lord Voldemort, but there was enough there for them to look out for one another.

“We have to break out the others and find him,” hissed Bellatrix, pulling Rodolphus down a dingy set of stairs to some lower floors. The sounds of spells being shot mingled with yells could be heard down some corridors, the Lestranges darted in the shadows, quickly and quietly working to get as many of their company out as possible as more and more Ministry officials arrived on the scene of the breakout.

I can hear the hound dogs on my trail
All hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail
Like the game if you lose
Go to jail
 

Before long they had managed to break loose several more Death Eaters each had their own cell, yet some were closer together than others. Mulciber, Avery, Laxley, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all ran through the darkness, their frames had an unhealthy pinched look to them even though some of them had not served very long. There were still more to break out and the danger of being caught was getting greater and greater as more backup arrived on the scene, subduing the prisoners and panicking over the empty cells.

Some clever official must have spotted a pattern in the people that were escaping and set up a little defending parade in front of the next cell that the escapees visited. Walden MacNair leered from his bars as four officials stood guard, wands held before them in the manner of swords.

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around 

Bellatrix led the way, a sardonic smile upon her lips as she noticed the wizards guarding their quarry, her hand itched with the temptation to strike each and every one of them down there and then, the killing curse was one of the most frequent spells she had ever cast... then again ... it had been a long time since crucio had ever been used.

“Let the last one alive stand,” she ordered the others who had been swelling the ranks behind her, an army behind their general. “We can have some fun with them.”

Some of the men laughed wickedly and readied their wands; no spells had yet to be cast as they sized one another up. MacNair sent jibes at the officials as they quickly conjured shield charms across them like a barrier. They were no match for any unforgivable curses that would simply sweep straight through. The Death Eaters swooped in, lighter than wisps of smoke and attacked the officials, two on one. They fell quickly; it seemed that they all wanted to die first so they did not have to be subjected to the cruciatus curse.

Tonight there’s gonna trouble
I’m gonna find myself in
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So woman stay with a friend


The wand of the last official was jerked from him, he was actually an auror.

“Do you know the name Longbottom?” whispered Bellatrix, tantalisingly close to the auror’s ear, her eyes glinting and her hair tickling against his cheek.

“I once knew them,” he answered defiantly but his hands quivered as he groped towards his wand that lay on the floor a good two metres away. “And I know what you did to them, they are worse than dead and I’ll be damned if you do it to me too.”

“Well you see,” answered Bellatrix, stooping down before him and stroking his chin with a long pointed finger. He jerked his head away with disgust only making her get closer, to make him more uncomfortable. “You are wandless and I have been out of practice for many, many years. You are surrounded; do you honestly think that you have a choice?” Her eyes glinted maliciously as she pointed her wand at the right side of his chest, the opposite side of the heart. “Now this is going to hurt a little, but don’t worry, it won’t kill you ... yet. CRUCIO!”

The word rang through the hallways as the ear splitting screams of the auror rent the air, Bellatrix maintaining the point of her wand over his writhing body as he rolled round in anguish, desperately trying to break away from the curse. His body felt as though it were being branded by one thousand searing knives as the cackles of the Death Eaters penetrated his every thought then it was over.

The Death Eaters turned around to meet the gaze of several more Ministry officials while the auror lay on the floor panting, trying to recover. Bellatrix still had a hint of the sardonic smile about her face as she roughly pulled up the auror by the back of his robes, jabbing her wand at his throat with a glare at the new officials. There were twelve officials, each and every one of their wands drawn but none shooting spells for fear of hitting the auror. Bellatrix shoved her way to the front of the Death Eaters, her wand still poking at the auror’s throat, she had a reputation for being completely reckless and she could tell that the officials knew of it and heeded it.

“Make a move and he’ll be wearing an interesting hole in his neck,” she sneered at them, red sparks shot from the end of her wand making him scream in pain as they made immediate contact with his neck.

You know it’s safer

It was a face-off. Each and every being was itching to cast a spell at the other, the officials risking the life of an auror, the Death Eater’s risking their chance of escape.

As each side tried desperately hard to work out what to do, their wands pointing at each other all the while, another warden joined them.

“More aurors are coming! They’ve taken down the anti-apparation barriers! Uh............” his booming voice trailed away to nothingness as he practically ran into the middle of the scene. The cold and calculating eyes of Lucius winked to the others as they disapparated, leaving only Bellatrix behind.

Breakout!

“Traitors!” screamed Bellatrix who had been giving out the orders up to that point, though her voice could not be heard by any of them, even Walden who had already disapparated from behind his bars. She still held her hostage by the scruff of his neck, he was gasping slightly as her wand barely allowed him to breath. He struggled against her grasp as the officials advanced upon her, spurred on by the fact that she was on her own. “Crucio,” she snarled viciously at the wiggling captive who quickly sunk to his knees in a new spasm of pain.

She sent a couple of quick-fire killing curses at the advancing wizards, they were desperate to catch at least one of their quarry now that so many had escaped, Bellatrix wanted to return them all, it would show that she was the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord. Even if it meant putting her own freedom and her own neck upon the line to achieve it.

Tonight there’s gonna be a breakout
Into the city zones
Don’t you dare to try and stop us
No one could for long


She disapparated with a loud pop and ended up back in her cell, immediately striking down the two investigators that had been sent there to see what had allowed her to break out. Only she knew what had allowed her to break out and she didn’t care whether it was found out. Lord Voldemort had the right to reclaim his followers, if it meant fleeing then that was what had to be done.

The corridors were milling with officials and some other escapees, some of which had been caught and locked up again, though none of them had thought to disapparate, the aurors were appearing outside the building so as not to put across that the precautions had been put out of action. She had few on her list to get now, only some of which she knew the names and the cell of. Only the Dark Lord new of each and every one of his followers, she could only gather who was Death Eater by their scarce meetings, which she hadn’t managed to attend in over thirteen years.

Thirteen long years.

Searchlight on my trail
Tonight’s the night all systems fail
Hey you good lookin' female
Come here!


Her robes rippled as more and more ministry officials tried in vain to capture her, she had managed to break out another couple of Death Eaters, one of which was Antonin Dolohov, her partner in torturing. They cast killing curses here there and everywhere, very few meeting their target as they tore down the corridors desperately, the possibility of them being caught getting greater and greater by the second. Only the desperation at tasting fresh air after thirteen long years kept them running and running.

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around


Every Death Eater had been tracked down and broken out, tens of wardens and Ministry workers shot stunning and disarming spells at them as they ran along the corridors to an empty space in which they could all disapparate out of view of the other prisoners, they did not want them to see how they were to escape. It would totally steal their thunder. They came to the warden’s office where Bellatrix had first knocked out the warden, he was still slumped on the floor amongst the smouldering remains of the room, as they all crammed in and slammed shut the door, each and every one of them shouting: “Collorportus!”

Bellatrix strode over to the fire where the embers were just dying low, shoving some more floo powder into the great she heaved the body of the warden into the fire, shouting: “The Ministry of Magic Atrium!” at the flames. The body disappeared; somewhere in London wizard commuters were getting a nasty shock.

“Now go!” she cried at the others who had been watching, obediently awaiting Orders. “Find him!”

They all disapparated with a resounding pop as the aurors, wardens and officials burst into the empty office where the embers of the fire were slowly burning out.

Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
I’m gonna find myself in
Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
So woman stay with a friend


Azkaban was in tatters, the Ministry was running in circles. The Death Eaters had returned.

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