Animagus or Monster

House of Horrors

Hades POV

I groaned, waking up was a hell in itself. I sat up and looked around, a dementor was making its rounds when it stopped.

"Why are you here child?" It spoke in a whispery voice that would send chills down anyone's spine.

"Me?" I questioned in a similar whispery tone. The dementor nodded. "I killed people." A pause. "Why can I understand you now and not before?"I questioned the creature.

"Your dementor blood was inactive until now," It explained simply. "There is nothing I can do to get you out of here, for now." It carried on to the next cell and left me there.

I stared into a puddle that had formed on the ground in front of me, I had changed in appearance from my inheritance. My hair was more wispy and flowy, my eyes had a certain glow to them that made them look haunting. That was from the dementor part, but the Skinwalker part was something that you could just change at will.

A skinwalker was basically a shapeshifter, shapeshifters however we're limited by creatures that existed. Skinwalkers had no such limitations.

"Hades?" Sirius questioned after the dementor was gone.

"I'm fine, Padfoot," I responded to the animagus. My voice had taken on a whispy, growling tone. It was a voice that you didn't ignore. "Why did no one tell me that Inheritances were so painful?"

Sirius laughed, after I gave him his memories back, his Black insanity had returned to him. "I'm sure no in inheritance is painless. Isn't that right Bella?" He called to his neighbour.

"I seem to remember tales the girly screams that you gave off from Regulas," she taunted the man.

An offended huff in return came from the grim-necromancer. "We'll at least I don't write books on the wall!" He yelled at his cousin.

"Hades!" Bell yelled in her crazed voice. "You can get us out now!" Her voice turned into a yell of joy.

I nodded, "After that revenge will be served!" Three insane laughs echoed in the cold hallways of Azkaban, and officers and inmates alike laughed.

It took maybe an hour for me to get accustomed to the inheritance I now had, the Skinwalker part was the most interesting part. Just thinking about changing a part of my body or a certain creature allowed me to transform into it, or even a person. It was better than a glamor since the magic was a part of my being and not something that you could block simply. 

The guard rotation had just begun, the guards made their way passed. They kept on walking by. As they turned the corner and their footsteps faded away, I was already in motion. I transformed into a large wolf like creature, the body of a wolf, the coloring of a deer, the antlers, long fangs and claws, and a height of 10 ft of the shoulder all came from the creature. It was known as a Xenking, they were top hunters and silent as the wind, their counterpart the Soraking had huge 25 to 30 foot long wings. 

I shattered the bars in one clawed swoop, they clanged to the ground, the sound echoing. I made quick work of the two cousins cell doors. The clanging drawing the attention of the guards and the other people of the dreaded prison. I crouched down low and the Black and Lestrange hoped on my back and held on. The guards charged at us, spells firing, for each one that hit me, they bounced harmlessly off. 

With a dark growl I made quick work of the fifteen guards that had futilely tried to get in my way. Blood spattered the walls, adding color to the dark and drab prison. We charged down the halls, ripping every cell door down, adding to the army of insane prisoners. We cleared out every single guard who worked in the place of no hope.