The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 21: The Breakout of Azkaban

The turbulent waters surrounding **Azkaban Prison** lashed against the rocky cliffs as dark clouds rolled overhead, casting a shadow over the towering structure. Dementors circled the sky like predators waiting for prey, their very presence sucking any sense of hope or warmth from the island.

But tonight, something darker and far more powerful was coming for Azkaban.

On the cold waters below, a fleet of enchanted boats sliced through the waves, moving silently toward the prison's shores. The leading boat was cloaked in fog, rendering it invisible to the guards and Dementors patrolling the walls. Standing at the helm, cloaked in black and radiating power, was **Voldemort**.

His red eyes gleamed with purpose as he scanned the distant fortress. Tonight, his most loyal followers—imprisoned through **Dumbledore's lies**—would be freed. And with them, he would rebuild his army, strengthening the forces needed to fight against the so-called light.

Beside him, **Bellatrix Lestrange's** wild eyes sparkled with excitement, knowing that her husband, **Rodolphus**, awaited her rescue. **Lucius Malfoy** stood to Voldemort's right, his calm composure never faltering. **Narcissa Malfoy** remained poised, her face betraying nothing but quiet determination. At Voldemort's left was **Severus Snape**, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes reflecting the anticipation of what was to come.

Tonight, Azkaban would fall.

"We move swiftly and without hesitation," Voldemort commanded, his voice as cold as the sea air. "Once inside, there will be no turning back. We retrieve our allies and anyone else of value. Do not let the guards delay you. And most importantly..." His gaze swept over the group, "...do not waste time."

The boats reached the rocky shores of Azkaban, their arrival completely undetected. The Dementors floating above would soon sense the disturbance, but for now, the shadows of the night kept them hidden.

As they disembarked, Voldemort raised his wand, casting a **silencing charm** over the group. They moved like ghosts, their presence slipping unnoticed through the prison's outer defenses.

Azkaban's thick walls loomed overhead, and as the group approached the main gate, Bellatrix's breath quickened. She was nearly shaking with anticipation—Rodolphus was in one of the cells, and tonight she would see him again.

The gate was guarded by two Dementors, their chilling presence unmistakable. Bellatrix raised her wand instinctively, but Voldemort's voice stopped her.

"Leave them," he ordered, his voice soft but commanding. "They are tools, nothing more. The lies of **Dumbledore** would have you believe only 'light wizards' can summon a **Patronus** to drive them away." His lip curled in disgust. "Another falsehood to maintain his control over the wizarding world."

He lifted his wand and cast a powerful spell that rippled through the air like a wave of energy, forcing the Dementors back without the need for a Patronus. "They will not stand in our way."

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Inside, Azkaban's labyrinth of corridors was a maze of despair and darkness. The weight of hopelessness pressed down on the group as they entered the twisted, echoing halls of the prison, the cries of the condemned ringing faintly in the distance.

"We split up," Voldemort commanded. "Lucius, take your team to the west wing. Bellatrix, with me. Snape, secure the lower levels."

The Death Eaters dispersed into the shadows, each moving swiftly and silently through the halls.

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**Bellatrix** moved through the east wing like a force of nature, her eyes wide and gleaming with excitement. She had only one goal: to find her husband. Her boots echoed against the stone floors as she stalked through the passageways, each step bringing her closer to the cells.