Who: The Death Eaters What: Freeing their own Where: A gathering place; Azkaban When: Late Saturday/Early Sunday Rating: Violence ensues
Patience.
Rabastan Lestrange knew patience. For years he had waited within his cell at Azkaban. Waiting for the Dark Lord's return. Knowing that he would return. Years of nothing. Not the slightest bit of news. But he had waited.
And he had been rewarded.
Of course, much had changed. The Dark Lord had fallen. He would not be returning to set those in Azkaban free. Instead, that task now fell to those who remained.
Those who would be forever faithful.
"Patience," Rabastan muttered to himself, waiting. It was only him and Rodolphus now. But soon there would be more. He had urged all those who had escaped imprisonment to exercise patience. That their time was coming. That they would exact their revenge.
But first, they must free their brethren.
Only a fool would assume that Rabastan had altruistic motivations behind the night's plan. For him, it was merely a necessity. Many once among their ranks had fallen, either in death or disgrace. They needed to strengthen their numbers.
He was pleased, of course, that they had gained a few in the months since the Dark Lord had died. These new Death Eaters, though unproven, were the key. Tonight's assault on the prison would show that their remaining forces remained strong, united. That they were growing in number.
It would convey a message that the war was not finished.
He drew his breath as the first of the night's participants arrived, like clockwork. After a quick survey told him that everyone was there, he spoke.
"If any of our newest members arrive with guests, do not hesitate. Kill them. They will be here in mere minutes. Your patience is about to be rewarded. Tonight, we show our enemies our strength. And I do believe we shall arrive unexpected."
He could sense their anticipation. The bloodlust. Being forced into hiding, unable to draw attention to themselves, told to remain patient. Caged like animals.
Tonight their patience would be rewarded.
It was time. The unmarked Death Eaters arrived. All as instructed, none late. A promising sign, indeed.
Rabastan barked out his instructions.
Azkaban did not stand a chance.
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Patience was a virtue Alecto was never granted. After going into hiding once, she promised herself she would never have to do that again, however, after the fall of the Dark Lord a second time, she knew she had no choice, or risk the threat of Azkaban. She was more of an act now, ask questions later type of woman, and in the long run that served her well. It made her quick on her feet and able to calculate decisions rapidly. The call to arms from the Lestrange brothers was a welcome one. Donning the Death Eater's black cloak with her mask tucked into one of the pockets this was something Alecto dreamed of since she learned of Voldemort's death. On top of that, the idea of breaking out the rest of her comrades wrongfully imprisoned sent a certain thrill up spine.
Arriving promptly at their meeting place, Alecto was all smirks and gleeful giggles as Rabastan barked orders. This was the chance she had been dreaming of! With her brother by her side, and those new recruits she leashed into the Death Eaters, Alecto was running on a high. Alecto wanted to keep her recruits close by her, so they could see the proper way to perform, but the moment they all descended upon the massive prison, all thoughts of them vanished from her mind and whether they wanted to tag along with her was up to them.
The guards were easy to destroy, and Alecto didn't bother with incapacitating them, she went straight for the kill. Green sparks emanating from her wand with each killing curse that hissed from her lips. Wands of guards flew through the air and into her grabby hands, as the combined power of three of them could blast doors, bars and barriers without resistance. Cries of victory bellowed from her lips, as she watched the mayhem the freed Death Eaters were causing.
This was a victory for the ages!
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If there was anything that Amycus had lost in a matter of a short few months, it was the tiny bit of patience that he had within him. The last thing he wanted to do was bound Alecto into an endless amount of days hiding from the world. In his mind, they deserved better in every single way. They were Carrows after all. One of the oldest family lines in existence, despite the fact that it was quickly dying out faster then his mind even processed it. Not that it mattered at that particular moment. The other Death Eaters trapped behind the walls of Azkaban did. Strength had to be rebuilt quick to show the rest of the wizarding world that there was something to fear still. Nothing had ended just because their Dark Lord was gone. It would be a pleasure to continue and finish the work that the brilliant man had started, so being called to aid in such a task by the Lestrange brothers.
Amycus stood in silence next to his sister with his Death Eater cloak around him, almost basking in the glory that they were about to take pleasure in. However, if there was one thing that he disliked greatly was being barked orders at from someone that did not deserve such power. As Rabastan droned on about the plan for that evening, it had been orders that were quite obvious. If the anger could be shown clearly across his facial features, there would be steam coming out of his nostrils, like a bull. However, Amycus refrained from doing so. Did the fellow Death Eater take them all for fools? Maybe a part of him did, but now was not the time to brought up such a discussion. Later perhaps, despite the fact that Alecto hadn't noticed such an assumption.
Following behind Alecto like it had always been throughout the years, he wanted to make sure that he covered the areas that she couldn't view quickly enough. He had always done that, ready to strike down anyone who shot out an unwanted curse towards his sister. It had saved her on numerous occasions with or without her knowledge. In fact, he rather a curse be aimed at him than her during any situation. He wouldn't be an overprotective brother if he didn't have such thoughts.
As the guards fell easily, Amycus couldn't help but smirk at the sight. Incapacitating them wasn't an option, going straight for the kill as green sparks emitted from the tip of his wand. The bodies laid lifeless almost seconds later, as the guards never stood a chance to their combined might and desire bursting forth through them. It would be only a matter of time that their fellow members would be part of the event, sharing in their victory, even if it had all seemed too easy. Not that he was about to complain.
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Rodolphus had been looking forward to this. From the moment it had been decided, the breakout from Azkaban had occupied all of his waking thoughts. How they were going to do it, when they were going to do it, how spectacular the looks on those stupid faces would be when they realised what was going on.
But it was even better than he could have imagined. It had been too long since they had been able to do anything like it. The carnage and destruction was just a sight to behold. He killed a few, largely left the fun to the others. He could get as much pleasure from knowing it was happening as he could from doing it himself.
The Death Eaters were breaking free and they were finally going to get it right.
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Pansy adjusted the mask she wore on her face, making sure it concealed her identity. Once satisfied that she was unrecognizable, she pulled up the hood of her black cloak, and then cast a quick spell to keep mask and hood in place. Rabastan had been very insistent that the new recruits keep their identities secret, and Pansy agreed full heartedly – she didn’t want to be arrested in her first week.
When she arrived at the meeting place, she listened to Rabastan give out their orders, and excitement rose within her at the prospect of finally acting. Pansy had been waiting so long for this moment that it was almost unbearable to wait until they attacked Azkaban.
But somehow she waited patiently until it was time, and then she followed her fellow dark witches and wizards with uncontained glee. Pansy followed Alecto at first, stunning whatever guards the other witch did not kill, but soon enough she lost sight of her mentor in the frenzy of battle, and struck out on her own.
Azkaban was full of human guards for her to vent all the anger of the past year on, and she tucked wand after wand into her robes as they fell. One could never have enough wands after all, especially ones that were untraceable and won in the heat of battle.
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This was the test, Theodore thought as he arrived in Azkaban. His one chance to prove himself as worthy. He could not fail.
The words flowed from his mouth he drew his wand. "Avada Kedavra."
And with that a man, no more than three of four years older than himself fell. It seemed too easy, even as he'd spent the past year learning to use the other Unforgivables. He had expected it to be more difficult, given its power.
Following Amycus and Alecto left few opportunities, but he managed to kill two more guards, still in awe of the ability he now possessed. The three wands he collected were almost trophies, and he hoped he'd be allowed to at least keep the first.
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Rabastan smiled as he surveyed the scene. The only disappointment had been in how few engaging fights he'd been in. The Ministry had obviously not provided adequate training for this new generation of guards, in the absence of Dementors, and admittedly, in the absence of the Dark Lord.
The maddened laughter and cheers from his brethren, upon realising their freedom was nigh had been second only to the panicked screams of everyone else within the prison's wall. Music to his ears.
And now, with the prison laid to waste, Rabastan felt content at last. Bodies littered the halls. Most had been felled quickly, a couple were slowly dying, blood spilling from them in what Rabastan could only guess had been Macnair's handiwork.