Harry Potter: Arcane Instability

(General POV)

 The tournament at Hogwarts had ended pretty much as Savrin expected. For the Sixth-years, Hogwarts came in third place in both the single duels and the team battles, with Beauxbatons taking second place and Ilvermorny in first.

For the Fourth-years, Beauxbatons came in first place in the single duels, but lost to Ilvermorny in the team duels. Finally there was Third-year where Hogwarts dominated, taking first place in all of their duels, save for one single duel where Helga lost to a girl from Beauxbatons.

Beauxbatons came in third place in the Third-year, as Ilvermorny's team worked quite well together, though they didn't compare to the Third-year Hogwarts team, which had dominated the whole competition. Savrin of course had given out some grand prizes for the winners of each year, being that he had helped orchestrate this whole competition, though he was second guessing the whole thing now.

His goal in doing this was to hopefully get people to use their magic more and spark creative new ways of using magic. Instead, it was just children seeing who could cast the most spells the quickest and hopefully get lucky enough to hit someone. Even Godric and Salazar were simply showing how the simplest spells could be utilized in a better way, which was sad because they were born over a thousand years ago. They shouldn't have had to teach anyone anything.

'Granted, this was a friendly match and lethal spells were prohibited, so they probably know a number of better ways to go about killing an enemy, but so far I am not impressed.' Savrin grumbled to himself.

 The remainder of the school-year came and went, with the other two tournaments happening just as they had planned, and they went very similar to how the first one went with a few minor differences that weren't worth mentioning.

The Quidditch season ended with Gryffindor claiming victory once more and winning the Quidditch Cup, again much to Oliver Wood's great joy. This was his final year at Hogwarts, so to add a second Quidditch Cup to his resume did wonders for his spirits. As for the House Cup, Hufflepuff once again reclaimed the trophy from Ravenclaw and were able to boast about their victory.

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 (Savrin POV)

 With the year finally over and done with, Savrin had gathered the Staff of Hogwarts into the Great Hall so they could discuss the year and the students. One person currently not present was Sybil Trelawny, the former Divination Teacher turned Tutor.

Savrin had decreed that with so few students being born with the "Gift" as Trelawny called it, there wasn't a point to the course and after bringing the decision to the Board of Governors, the course was scrapped entirely, which meant the drunk of a woman was promptly removed from the school.

Not wanting to seem as though they didn't value their staff, the Board, I.E Arcturus gave Sybil a more than generous severance package that would see her living out the remainder of her days in comfort, which wasn't all that long because the woman died of alcohol poisoning less than a week after the end of the school year.

For someone who claimed to have the "Gift", it was laughable that she had drank herself to death, something which had Savrin wondering if she had actually seen her death approaching but chose to still keep drinking. 'Oh well, she's dead now and no longer my problem.' Savrin thought, disregarding any more thought on the useless woman.

 "Minerva, as Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, why don't you start us off." Savrin said calmly to the old witch, giving her the floor. "Very well.' McGonagall said as she began to explain the course outline and a few minor improvements she had made over the year. She talked about ideas for improvement in the Transfiguration class, then finally began talking about her House, which inevitably led to the discussion of one, Godric Gryffindor.

"I'm running out of ways to punish him! It's pointless to take House points away from him because he doesn't seem to care about it, and makes light of any detention I give him." McGonagall said, sounding more tired talking about Godric than she did for the rest of her report.

"I would also like to point out, Ilvermorny's Headmaster requested, or more accurately, he begged that we don't allow Godric back into their country." Berrycloth said, also looking a little tired as he mentioned Godric.

"Beauxbatons also asked that we keep him from returning to them, though they said nothing about him going back to France. Evidently, Godric was found in more than a few broom closets with a few girls from Beauxbatons and some of the families of those girls are currently looking for him." Callahan said, revealing another bit of information about the terror that was Godric Gryffindor.

 "How can one boy cause so many problems?" Madam Pomfrey asked. She knew better than most present how chaotic Godric was here at Hogwarts, given the number of people that came to the infirmary each week because of him, but most of his victims here suffered from relatively harmless pranks. To be asked not to return to one country and then be asked not to go back to another school, she wondered just what it was that Godric had done there.

"He is twelve years old. What could he have possibly been doing in a broom closet with a girl that was so bad? What, did he kiss her somewhere inappropriate?" Andromeda Tonks asked curiously. She probably wouldn't be returning to teach come the new school year, but she was still filling in for Elise, and taking notes and giving her opinions wasn't much trouble for her.

"You forget, Godric is a master at Transfiguration. That involves self-transfiguration as well. He can customize his appearance with a wave of his wand, even grow his own 'wand' if you know what I'm saying." Berrycloth said, hinting at some of the things Godric had been getting up to.

"Oh…" Andromeda said slowly before her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "OH! Oh my goodness! I-I didn't know that was even possible!"

 "It most certainly is! Though I have no idea how or why he came to be in possession of such knowledge!" McGonagall said while looking pointedly at Savrin. He knew as Godric's guardian it was probably supposed to fall on him to keep Godric in check, but honestly Savrin couldn't be bothered to care about such stupid nonsense. Still, he wouldn't say that.

"I will take care of Godric this upcoming school year. I've got a few projects for him to do that will hopefully keep him preoccupied. Now, are we finished discussing Godric?" Savrin said, looking pointedly at each of the teachers sitting around the long table.

"Actually, I would like to point out that Godric did disappear from school grounds just after the Christmas holidays. Where did he-?" Andromeda started, but Savrin interrupted her before she could finish.

"It was rhetorical. Filius, why don't you go next." Savrin said, done with talking about Godric Gryffindor. Godric was a full grown man in a child's body. Savrin didn't give a flying fuck what he did so long as he didn't do anything to ruin his plans for the future.

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 After the meeting with the staff of Hogwarts, Savrin had two more meetings to get through today before he could begin his operations that would cement his hold over this world while at the same time getting rid of the maggots infesting it. Thankfully for him, these next two meetings promised to be quite a bit shorter than the first.

 Appearing in 12 Grimmauld Place, Savrin looked down at Arcturus who hadn't so much as even batted an eye at his sudden appearance before him. "Not even a twitch, Arcturus. I am impressed." Savrin said appreciatively, knowing it wasn't easy for a lowly little human to fix his nerves like that.

"It wasn't easy. I imagine you appearing in front of me at random times each and every day and have been trying to force myself to keep a straight face. I've also been taking a calming drought in all of my tea, and that helps too." Arcturus said as he raised his cup of tea higher into the air.

"Less impressive. Anyway, I stopped by to inform you that I am going to be killing a member of your family." Savrin said nonchalantly as he moved to sit in the chair in front of Arcturus' desk, ignoring the now broken tea cup that had shattered upon hitting the floor.

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 It had taken a while to explain everything to Arcturus, and even though the man didn't like the plan, it was better than the alternative where Savrin informed him that he could just kill everyone, including his grandson, his great-grandson, his grand-niece, great-grandniece and anyone connected to them. Arcturus had a part to play in Savrin's plan, and Savrin had made sure the man would follow through with it.

 With Arcturus dealt with, Savrin went to the Ministry next. Knowing he was probably going to get the most pushback here, he had deliberately saved this meeting for last.

 Entering into Moody's office, Savrin found the man looking over some documents at his desk. "I am a little surprised there weren't any curses flying towards me upon entering the room. What with your paranoia, I half expected the room to be trapped." Savrin said in mild surprise.

Letting out a snort, Moody placed the documents on his desk, then he leaned back in his chair before replying, "Turns out there isn't much point in that. At first I expected an attack at every corner, but now I've come to realize something. I hate this job, and everybody else hates it too. The people who work for me see to it that I'm well guarded, elsewise one of them might have to step up to the role. I don't know why Fudge was ever paranoid about someone coming to take this job from him. Nobody wants it! Even the janitor would rather clean this place than run it. The departments are happy, and they try to keep me happy to force me to stay here!" Moody had growled the last part, but Savrin could tell the man wasn't as angry as he was making out to be.

 "I see. I would imagine even a number of your enemies are doing their best to keep you here and happy. I mean, if they aren't absolutely certain of killing you in an attack then they would be foolish to move against you, lest the entire might of the Ministry crack down on them. With that thought, they probably want to keep you here so you don't return to the DMLE and try to track them all down." Savrin said, bringing up a point Moody hadn't really thought of.

"That makes sense. Horace Peedole used to avoid me like the plague when I was investigating him, but now that I'm Minister of Magic, he's been awfully happy around me. I should have Amelia look into him." Moody said, then began mumbling a few other names and how they were acting kinder towards him.

 Speaking of Amelia, the woman happened to arrive just at that moment. "Are you listening in on me again? I told you-" Moody started upon seeing the woman, but she halted him by holding up what looked to be a small compact mirror.

"Savrin called me and told me to come here a few minutes ago. And for the last time, I didn't eavesdrop on you. Everyone in the Ministry heard you threaten to turn Ludo into a chicken so you could gut him, so yes, when I came into your office and saw a chicken in a cage, it was a fair assumption that it was Ludo. You scared him so much with your threat to get a rooster for him that it has made him hang around the DMLE, I.E ME!" Amelia said, sounding tired and not in the mood to deal with any more of Moody's paranoia. 

 "Well you've met the man. You can't honestly tell me he wasn't better off as a chicken." Moody said matterafactly. "Irrelevant." Amelia said, then as if to drop the subject she turned her attention to Savrin while Moody simply smirked at her one more time before he too turned his attention to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Now that you're both here, I would like to inform you that I intend to move forward with my plan. It'll happen tonight." Savrin said, his words causing Moody's smirk to fall from his face only to be replaced by a deep frown.

"Are you sure this is the best course of action? You said with the Horcruxes gone that he wouldn't have a tether to this world." Amelia said, but one could tell by the tone of her voice that even she didn't have much of an argument, at least not one that would stop Savrin from going through with his plan.

Sure, it would probably cause mass panic for a few months, but by the end of next year they would be able to root out every Death Eater who had managed to evade them, something that even now had irked Amelia to no end.

 "It will be done with or without you, Amelia. You can be a part of it and be ready to strike, or you can remain in the dark and not know what is happening. Personally, if I were you, I would choose the former." Savrin said, not letting this be up for debate.

"He's right, Amelia. I don't just want the Death Eaters who worked out in the open, I want the ones inside the Ministry and the ones who had a convenient excuse. I'm feeling greedy, and I want them all." Moody said, smiling a cruel smile that promised pain to all of the Death Eaters who had eluded him thus far.

"Yes, you're right. I just- As much as I want to know who might be a traitor in the Ministry, I also don't want to know. You know?" Amelia said, scared that this plan would reveal that people close to her were traitors.

"It's hard to think that those closest to us might be an enemy, but to remain blinded to the truth isn't helping anyone but them. Best we get this over and done with." Moody said, giving Savrin a nod of understanding.

"Very well. I will report back in the morning via Magic Mirror, then from there I will make weekly reports in person to keep you two in the loop." Savrin informed them, then disappeared from the room.

"You know… As bad as it is to say, I'm glad we have Savrin instead of Albus. As terrifying as he is, Savrin has kept us in the loop and shared information he didn't have to. With him, I feel like we're preparing to end this, whereas with Albus it always felt like we were only ever meant to react to attacks. I didn't like that." Moody said plainly as he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew his flask.

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 (Bellatrix Lestrange POV)

 Inside her cell in Azkaban prison, Bellatrix Lestrange eagerly awaited the day that the Dark Lord Voldemort would rise once again and set her free. She, along with her husband and brother-in-law remained loyal to the Dark Lord to the very end. There was no way he would not come for them, his most trusted, and devout followers. For nearly thirteen years Bellatrix believed this, and tonight proved her faith was not misplaced.

 The sound of pained screeching wasn't unfamiliar in Azkaban, but what was unfamiliar was that it was the Dementors, the jailers of Azkaban to be the ones doing the screeching. Usually it was them who did the torturing, but Bellatrix knew full well that those cries of anguish did not come from a person.

She knew better than most the sounds of someone crying out in pain. She revelled in it. Loved it. Craved it. So to hear the guttural inhuman cries of the Dementors, Bellatrix moved slowly to the bars of her cell, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cause in the darkness.

 As she waited and listened, the sound of the screeching was suddenly cut-off and only silence not heard in Azkaban in years permeated the dark fortress. Remaining at the bars of her cell, Bellatrix waited with bated breath for someone to come, and again, her faith was not misplaced. Footsteps soon could be heard echoing off the walls, getting louder and louder the closer they came.

From the archway leading into this block of the prison, a light appeared, which was proof that something exciting was happening. The Dementors didn't allow the Aurors to bring wand into Azkaban for fear that an inmate would be able to take hold of it and escape, so to see the blinding ball of light hovering over the tip of the wand, Bellatrix knew this was no Auror. At least she hoped.

 "There you are." A whispered male voice sounded from the entryway. "Who are you?!" She demanded as she shielded her eyes from the light. "I've come on behalf of the Dark Lord to liberate his most loyal. Let those most faithful amongst you reveal your marks." The voice of the man sounded around the room, causing a spike of pleasure to well up inside of her.

Knowing what the man wanted, what the Dark Lord wanted, Bellatrix put her left arm through the bars of her cell and brandished the faded mark on her inner forearm. It was barely visible, but the mark was still there, proof that the Dark Lord was not yet gone. Not defeated.

 Upon showcasing her mark, the door to her cell flew open with a bang. The sound of three more doors being shot open sounded in her ears, but Bellatrix didn't pay attention to them. She was more focused on the one who had come here. "Who are you?" She asked, this time sounding calm instead of demanding.

"The Dark Lord's soldier. Let us leave from here so we may go to him." The voice said, causing a wave of pleasure to flow through her. 'Go to the Dark Lord…' She thought, feeling more joy at that thought than ever before.

 Finally turning her head to see who had all joined them, Bellatrix saw her Husband, Rodolphus Lestrange standing next to her brother-in-law, Rabastan, which was expected. Their loyalty to the Dark Lord was without question, however it was here that Bellatrix was confused. Instead of seeing the other dozen inmates from the cells on this floor standing around them, she saw only one other woman with greasy brown matted hair.

Looking into the other cells, Bellatrix was confused when she saw the other inmates all laying down on the ground, their bodies cold and lifeless. She briefly wondered what had happened to them, but the man's words made her forget about them.

"It's time to leave this place. Let's go." He said, then turned and began to make his way out of the door and down the stairs. Wanting nothing more than to leave this place and get back to the Dark Lord, Bellatrix and the others followed after the man.

 They were quick to arrive at the bottom of the fortress tower, then once they were free and clear of the anti-apparation wards, the four escapees and their rescuer disappeared in the blink of an eye. When they reappeared a moment later, Bellatrix was once more confused as she surveyed their surroundings.

She wasn't sure where she was expecting them to be teleported, but to another dark prison cell was certainly not on her list of choices. "What is-" She started to say when suddenly she found herself pinned to the wall and unable to move even a single muscle.

"I'll be the one to ask questions, but only when needed. For now, your memories will suffice." A new voice echoed around the room, sounding soft and sweet, however Bellatrix was not comforted by the voice. No, on the contrary she was utterly terrified.

 "Since you were the first to declare your loyalty, we shall start with you, Bellatrix." The voice said, and the next moment she felt hands clamp around her head followed by the most excruciating pain she had ever felt in her life. Even when she had the unforgivable spell, Crucio used on her she didn't feel this much pain. Her whole stint in Azkaban up to this point felt like a warm beach vacation compared to what she was feeling, and she wished for nothing more than for it to end. It didn't. At least not for a long while.

 "Hmmm… I see. Complete and utter trash. Nothing more than a pawn, if you ask me." The voice spoke nonchalantly, but to Bellatrix it sounded muffled, as if she was submerged in a pool of water.

"I only need your corpse, but even so I won't kill you just yet. I'll leave you to enjoy reliving the suffering you so like to inflict upon others. Consider it a parting gift from this world. A world that no longer wants you." The voice whispered in her ear, his words breaching the film covering her body, then all she knew was pure and utter agony.

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 (Savrin POV)

 Having sorted through Bellatrix's memories, Savrin began making a dossier about her personality and traits, things one wouldn't be able to understand just from viewing memories unless they had a good understanding of the person they were understanding. He did this to all four of the subjects he had helped evict from Azkaban, creating a file dedicated to each and every one of them.

 Bellatrix Lestrange: Criminally insane with intensely sadistic and brutally violent tendencies. Possesses a fierce and dangerous temper, a trait which is likely a result of the inbreeding plagued by the old families. Always seems to be more than eager to inflict the Cruciatus Curse on enemies and allies alike. She is obsessed with blood purity and takes immense pride in the aristocracy of her family from a young age. Egotistical and arrogant to a degree not seen in normal humans, Bellatrix was more confident in her slightly above average skills. Very vocal and quick to voice her agreement with Voldemort. A bit of an ass-kisser.

[Savrin's Note: Given her personality and infatuation with Voldemort, it is clear her tiny mind was destined to fall to ruin. She will not be missed.]

 Rodolphus Lestrange: Sadistic and quiet, eager to follow along with the whims of his wife. Believes he is superior to most, even other pure-bloods. Though sadistic, he has a minor masochistic tendency to please those he feels to be above him, which includes his wife, brother, and Dark Lord. Is a bit of a cuckold.

[Savrin's Note: A complete loser who was whipped by his wife. I did him a favor by putting him out of his misery.]

 Rabastan Lestrange: Loyal to his master and to his brother's wife. No sadistic or masochist traits, simply did as he was told.

[Savrin's Notes: A follower through and through. He reminds me of McGonagall.]

 Karen Snyde: Cruel and ruthless, Karen looked for any way to see herself as better than her peers, which is why she was so quick to join the pure-blood movement.

[Savrin's Note: In other words, she was a complete cunt.]

 Done with his reports, Savrin retrieved four vials and imparted the memories he had retrieved from each of the bound husks that were once inmates. With that done, he pulled out his Magic Mirror and called Rowena.

"Yes, Savrin?" The little girl asked quickly. "Grab the others and come downstairs into the basement." Savrin ordered, then ended the call without elaborating further. He knew they would be here soon. Sure enough, less than a minute after he had called Rowena he heard footsteps descending the stairs along with voices.

"When did we get a basement?" Godric asked. "Probably whenever Savrin decided he needed one. Stop asking me questions when I know just as much as you and hurry up." Salazar barked back, clearly not wanting to keep Savrin waiting longer than he needed to. 'At least one of them has somewhat of a brain.' Savrin thought plainly.

 "Whoa! What's with the corpses?" Godric asked once they had descended the stairs and he got a good look at the bodies lining the wall.

"I'm glad you asked. These four are Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban a few hours ago. The whole thing should be in this morning's issue of the paper, but don't worry about that. What I want is for each of you to take a potion to become one of these four people. I have retrieved memories for you to view so you might learn their behaviors, patterns, the way they walk and talk. In essence, you will become them." Savrin said with a devilish smirk.

"Uh… for what reason, exactly?" Helga asked, clearly not liking the idea of becoming someone else, especially a known Death Eater. "Well, how else do you intend to round up the other Death Eaters?" Savrin said, his smirk growing wider and wider as the horror on their faces increased.

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 (General POV)

 It was only after Savrin had departed the basement/dungeon that the four founders looked at the prone figures lying against the wall. Rowena was the first one to move over to a nearby table where four folders were laid out. She wasn't surprised to see her name on one of the folders, but she was surprised when she opened the folder and instead of seeing a picture of one of the two unconscious women, she saw a picture of one of the two men.

"Why does he want me to be Rodolphus Lestrange?" Rowena asked no one in particular as she read over the short description Savrin had made. "That's a funny name for a girl." Godric said as he moved to grab the folder with his name on it. "It's not a girl's name. It's that guy's name." Rowena said as she pointed at one of the two unconscious men.

"Why does- why am I supposed to turn into Bellatrix Lestrange?" Salazar said in surprise as he looked at the description of the woman. "HAHAHAAHA! Fucking priceless!" Godric wheezed out between a fit of laughter that had him practically falling to the floor.

"Give me that." Salazar said as he reached over and plucked the folder from Rowena's fingers and handed her the file on Bellatrix Lestrange. "Hold on, Sally. If Savrin says you need to be the girl, I think you should be the girl!" Godric said, then burst out laughing again.

Said laughter was abruptly cut short when Helga showed her folder, pointing out how she was to transform into the other guy, which left only one option for Godric. Quickly ripping open the folder in his hands, he saw it was the other girl. "Yeah, not a chance." Godric said as he snatched the folder from Helga and all but threw his folder at her.

 With their puppets selected, each of the four moved to the other side of the room where Savrin had conveniently placed four pensieves with vials next to them. Moving to the correct vials, they poured in the memories and all submerged their faces into them.

For hours they all watched the people they were supposed to become, studying their movements, mannerisms, personalities, and behaviors. When they finally emerged from the pensieves, Rowena looked the most shaken up, almost to the point where she was on the verge of tears.

"I-I can't do it. I can't become her." She whispered sadly as she sank to the ground and hugged her knees close to her chest. "Nor can I. This woman… She's absolutely cruel. If she hadn't had a child, I would say she was inhuman." Helga said, thinking about the woman she was supposed to become.

Even though the woman had a husband and child whom she genuinely loved, she loved her Lord and master more. Helga was certain based on what she had seen that the woman would have killed her own children if Voldemort had asked her to.

 "My guy is a complete bitch. Does whatever he's told. Yeah, I can see why Savrin didn't want me to be him." Godric said with a sigh. For his part, Salazar simply remained silent for a few minutes as he thought over what to do, then finally he came to a conclusion. Walking over to where Rowena was sitting on the floor, he grabbed the folder that was now laying by her feet.

"We never talk about this with anyone. Agreed?" He said as he looked at each of the others. Grabbing the folder from Helga and passing her his folder, Godric nodded before saying, "Yeah, agreed. If we all do it, it's not that bad because we can't use it against each other. However, I want to just-" Godric started as he moved over and stole the folder from Salazar before handing him his. "If I'm going to be a woman, she's not going to be ugly. I don't even care that she's Andromeda's sister." Godric finished as he flipped the file open and began to walk upstairs.

He would look at the memories later, but for now he wanted to eat something. The others eventually joined him upstairs for food, all of them in a rather somber mood. They were all silent for a time when Savrin suddenly appeared in the room.

"Why the long faces?" The demonic entity asked. "We're going to have to turn into the opposite sex." Helga answered in a repulsed tone. "Your point being?" Savrin asked. "That's not weird to you? What if you got turned into a woman?" Godric asked.

 At his question and seeing the expectant gazes, Savrin's form began twisting and changing, and after a few seconds in his place stood a tall blonde woman with long pointed ears wearing only undergarments. The white bra barely contained the woman's bust from spilling out, and the knickers she was wearing left nothing to the imagination.

Leaning down so she was eye-level with Godric, the woman whispered, "I've lived thousands of years as a woman. I've had men like you wrapped around my fingers to be used and played with as I see fit. It was actually rather fun in the beginning, but after the first ten-thousand years it lost its appeal. After fifty-thousand years it was outright annoying to deal with people, and after a hundred-thousand it was easier to just ignore everyone else and remain in seclusion. Being so young, you might find great joy in switching roles for a bit. Trust me." The buxom blonde said before she turned and began to walk out of the room with her hips swaying back and forth, and Godric had to force himself to come back to reality when he realized just who it was he was staring at.

"Well…" He said after a few seconds. "That was- that was enlightening." He finished with a dry chuckle. "You're not actually thinking of switching roles for sex, are you?" Rowena suddenly asked him.

"Well I wasn't before, but after seeing that- that thing… it might not be as bad as I'm imagining." Godric said thoughtfully. "Ugh! Why must you make everything so weird?!" Salazar growled as he pushed his plate to the side and moved to go downstairs.

"Don't look at me like that, Sally! I wasn't the one who came up with this idea! Besides, you don't know if you're going to like it!" Godric said quickly as he moved to follow Salazar downstairs.

"We will never talk about this again. We agreed." Helga whispered to herself as she shook her head before also moving to the stairs. For her part, Rowena hadn't thought of it before, but now that it was brought up, she couldn't help but wonder… 'What would it be like to have sex as a man?'

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 (Arcturus POV)

 In 12 Grimmauld Place, Arcturus was reading the Daily Prophet with a frown on his face.

[Mass Breakout of Azkaban]

The Headlines were all about the escaped Death Eaters, detailing their crimes, victims, and of course their families. 'Why did he have to choose her?' Arcturus thought as he stared at the image of his crazed grandniece, Bellatrix Lestrange, looking like a deranged lunatic on the front page.

If it wasn't bad enough that a convicted murderer belonging to his family was on the front page of his paper, Aurors had stopped by to see if he knew anything about this and he had already received more than a hundred letters from concerned parties hoping to get any sort of information.

To add even more fuel to the fire that was this shit show, Rita Skeeter, a reporter who worked for HIS own newspaper had printed an article about Bellatrix and Sirius, stating how it was only a few short years ago where he, Arcturus Black helped a member of his family escape Azkaban, though she had no proof of that whatsoever.

She stated how he had covered up how Sirius escaped which is how the other criminals were able to escape as well.

'Oh how right she is.' Arcturus mused to himself, knowing they had all escaped the exact same way, but the humor was lost a few seconds later when he remembered how that article really did not paint him in a good light.

 "What are we going to do about her?!" Sirius asked angrily upon entering the room with today's issue of the Prophet held high above his head. "We do nothing. At least not immediately." Arcturus said, his words confusing Sirius. "What do you mean?" His grandson asked.

"Well, we could fire her, but so what? She's voicing what many people are probably already thinking. Let them. I already called Barnabas Cuffe, my chief editor. Skeeter will be demoted, which is the punishment the public will know we've delivered. Give it time, let this blow over. Let her drop her guard. Then we strike when she least expects it." Arcturus said, surprising Sirius. He didn't realize his grandfather had thought about this to such an extent.

"So, what are you planning to do about Bellatrix?" Sirius asked, deciding to change the topic to one he didn't have any idea about. "Everything in her vault was repossessed by House Black less than an hour ago. When your mother gave the Lestrange's all of that gold, she wasn't able to wipe out their debts to our house, that is something only I could have done at the time, so they're broke at least. Amelia has assured me the Aurors are working double time in their search, and I've allocated double the funding to Azkaban." Arcturus said, confusing Sirius once more. "Azkaban? What about Azkaban?" Sirius asked.

 "All but two of the Dementors have disappeared from Azkaban, and more than half of the prisoners were found with their souls sucked from their bodies. Amelia believes the Dementors have joined up with the escaped prisoners, but we cannot be sure. Therefore, I have requested to have Aurors put in place as guards. Alastor already removed the remaining two Dementors and put in a skeleton crew of guards until a proper system can be put in place. He already made a statement to the press about it, dumping all of this mess at Fudge's Feet. Apparently the Auror department never really liked working with the Dementors and wanted to remove them years ago, but Fudge had declined that decision when he was in office. Now though, Alastor is reworking the system. With proper guards, hopefully there won't be another breakout." Arcturus explained, surprising Sirius. 

 Just as Sirius was about to ask Arcturus more on the subject, Elise entered the room, practically skipping with joy as she brought little Regulus to Sirius. "What a wonderful day, isn't it?" She asked in a particular sing-song voice.

"I-I guess. Dear, have you looked at the Daily Prophet today?" Sirius asked, not quite sure he wanted to ruin her good mood, but she looked far too happy. Better than the time when she had drunk a few potions to get a feel good going.

"I sure did!" Elise said happily as she flicked Sirius on the nose, surprising both Sirius and Arcturus. "Are you sure we read the same paper?" Sirius couldn't help but question. "Yup! They're dead! They're all dead!" Elise sang happily as she skipped out of the room.

Looking over at Arcturus, Sirius shrugged his shoulders in confusion before he looked down into the eyes of his son. "Your mother is a nutjob." He whispered as a chill went down his spine.

 What Sirius and Arcturus didn't know was that of Azkaban's many victims, the people responsible for killing Elise's parents more than fifteen years ago were among the dead, and regardless of the four Death Eaters who had escaped, she was far too happy about having a certain few having their souls ripped out by terrifying monsters. If only she knew it wasn't the Dementors responsible but Savrin, Elise probably would have declared her undying loyalty to the man right then and there.

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 (Alastor Moody POV)

 "I'm telling you, Amelia, we should have recruited him ages ago!" Moody said happily as he took a deep pull from his flask. "What do you think he did with the Dementors?" Amelia asked, ignoring her friend's words.

"Don't know, and don't care. He could have eaten them and it wouldn't matter to me." Moody said with a laugh. "Don't be ridiculous, Alastor. Whatever he did to them was not part of the plan. Nor was killing all of those inmates either." Amelia said, but Alastor waved her off.

"He didn't kill anyone who wasn't sentenced for life. Every single one that died had a hand in torturing innocent women and children simply because they were muggle-born. I feel no loss for them. And given they had a life sentence, this actually frees up workers and makes it so we don't have to take care of them. If anything, I say we just kill everyone who has a life sentence." Moody said, earning a sigh from Amelia.

Alastor had been like this for as long as she had known him, having no love for those who needlessly tortured and killed innocent people, but he could be a little fanatical about it.

 "Whatever. I've got Kingsley and Scrimgeour putting together strike teams to be deployed at a moment's notice. Even though this is just the beginning, I want to be prepared for it." Amelia said, making some good points.

"That's good. They'll be perfect for the next part of the plan." A deep voice sounded in her ear, making Amelia nearly jump out of her skin. "I've told you to stop doing that!" She growled angrily as she lowered her wand after seeing just who it was who had appeared beside her.

"And I clearly didn't listen. Anyway, it would be best if you had a good number of Aurors prepared to move out at a moment's notice." Savrin said, ignoring her angry glare. "What is the next part of the plan?" Moody asked, quite enjoying how things were working out thus far.

Savrin smirked at them both before replying, "It involves the Quidditch World Cup."