Twins: A Different Life Year 1

Chapter 111

Harry blinked, his eyes squinting against the morning light as the sun's rays streamed through the window. He instinctively raised a hand to shield his face, groaning softly as the warmth pressed against his skin. Rolling over onto his side, he faced away from the window, his grin widening as the memories of the previous night flooded back. The infiltration of Azkaban—once considered the Ministry's impenetrable fortress—had gone off without a hitch. A surge of satisfaction welled up within him. Dumbledore and the Ministry, so certain of their invulnerability, had been outwitted. Marvolo's brilliant strategy—using Golems to breach the prison's defences—had been nothing short of genius. Harry couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner.

He rose from bed, donned his robes, and made his way to the dining room. As he entered, he saw his parents sitting at the table, engaged in conversation.

"Good morning, Dad, Father," Harry greeted, pulling out a chair and settling down beside his father.

"Morning, pup," Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Morning, cub," Remus chirped, flashing Harry a grin of his own.

"Yesterday was certainly successful, wasn't it?" Harry said mischievously, the memory of the night making his smile widen even further.

"It was, but I'm surprised you're up and energetic, considering how much you went through yesterday," Sirius commented with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, well, I expected to be tired too, but I think my phoenix healing is getting better," Harry replied thoughtfully.

His gaze drifted across the table, observing his parents as they exchanged knowing looks. There was an energy in the air this morning, an undeniable warmth, though Harry could also feel an undercurrent of tension—the realization that their actions had set something much larger into motion.

"Marvolo will be pleased," Remus said thoughtfully, but there was a distinct hint of satisfaction in his voice. "I can't believe we managed to pull it off. Azkaban is no longer an obstacle for us. The Ministry will have to rethink its entire approach."

Sirius chuckled darkly. "It's going to take them years to recover from this. Azkaban was their last stronghold. Now that we've freed the prisoners, the real work begins."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of pride swell within him. There was something gratifying in knowing that they had outwitted the Ministry, something that stirred a hunger for more.

As he helped himself to a plate of eggs, he couldn't help but remember the faces of the prisoners they had freed—witches and wizards who had been locked away unjustly, many of them brave enough to fight for the cause. Their eyes had gleamed with the same burning resolve that now lit his own heart. They were no longer the broken remnants of a fallen war. They were the seeds of something much larger, and Harry felt that he was at the centre of it all.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted as Sirius leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, what's next on the agenda, pup? More potions to brew? Another grand plan to execute?"

Harry smirked, lifting his mug of tea. "I imagine it'll be a lot of monitoring for now. Once we have the test results, we can begin mass production of the elixir. That will be the real game-changer."

Remus nodded. "You're certain it will work for all of them, though? The Death Eaters, I mean."

Harry paused, his gaze drifting to the far wall for a moment. "It should. I've accounted for variations in magical strength and compatibility. The tests we're running now are mostly to ensure that there aren't unforeseen side effects, and to determine how quickly the elixir takes effect. We can't afford to have any surprises."