Unforgivable - Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader x Ominis Gaunt

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Azkaban. 

Throughout my studies at Hogwarts, I've learned that the prison got its name from the Hebrew word 'Abaddon'...which roughly translates into 'place of destruction' or 'depths of hell'....which is a bit too fitting, to say the least. But to me...I feel like they named it thus, simply because 'Azkaban' rolls off the tongue a bit smoother than 'the deepest, most agonizing pit of Hell, if Hell were brick and mortar'. 

Located on a small, rocky island off the eastern coast of the British Isles, smack dab in the middle of the North Sea...stands the prison, whose reputation alone is enough to keep a majority of the wizarding population on the straight and narrow path. 

It's as if the Earth's atmosphere itself knows how damnable this place is...given it constantly rains and storms here without fail. Perhaps that was part of the punishment for Azkaban's inhabitants...never able to glean a moment's rest due to the constant heavy downpour and relentless lightning strikes, followed by roaring thunder fit to bring the whole thing down to a pile of rubble. 

The building itself embodies the evil that is encased within the walls...I could see it right from where I stood, atop a small bit of open beach. Tall waves crashed mercilessly and angrily against the rock formations that stood like a fence around the entire island...and even they seemed miniscule compared to the building. It was ominously tall, the gray clouds swallowing the top of the building, giving it the illusion of being endless...and it was triangular in shape; a prism built of stone, carnage and anguish. 

On all sides, I could see several dementors scanning the entire construct from top to bottom...leering through the sky like giant, black vultures...though they looked more like phantoms...or demons. Dementors were enough to strike fear into any wizard...no matter how brave...no matter how adventurous. But...I couldn't shake the gut-wrenching feeling that they were about to be the very least of my concerns on this island. 

One by one, my team of officers landed next to me after apparating from our office in London. I had six of them with me, and though I was grateful for their presence and confident in their abilities...they were doing a pisspoor job of helping me maintain my composure as the prison shook me to my core. 

"What's our plan, madam?" Officer Wormwood, the brawniest of the bunch, spoke up to me. 

"They're expecting us...the front door is our only option. Apparition is blocked from this point." I answered in a monotone voice, turning to face my men. "Are any of you capable of casting a decent Patronus charm?" Only two of them raised their hands in response.

"Right then." I sighed. "We should be safe from the dementors once we're on the inside and talking with the guards, it's getting up these rocks towards the entrance that will prove difficult. You two," I pointed to the two that identified themselves. "Take the lead with me. With three of us, our charms should be potent enough to protect us all. The rest of you, stay close. Anyone falling behind could get caught, and we can't afford the time to look back. Understood?"

"Aye, madam." they all nodded in agreement, taking out their wands and holding them close to their sides. Officers Bergamot and Pierce took their places at my side, and the rest huddled together behind us. 

"Right...wands at the ready...on my count." I instructed, turning my gaze back up toward the sky to take measure of the dementors...one of which was slowing its flight and lingering...as if it had caught sight of us already. 

"One....two....three!" I commanded, and we all began to charge down the small beach path, toward the jagged, black rocks that shielded the front entrance a fair distance away. We moved as a unit, a powerful one at first glance...but as the dementors let out a piercing cry, I could physically feel the determination vanish from my company.