Bab 12: Ch. 12: Bellatrix Lestrange

Dementors, the embodiment of dread in the Harry Potter universe, are the creatures Harry Potter fears above all else. They drain life from their surroundings, evoking the most horrifying memories. Their "kiss" is a soul-sucking terror that leaves victims in a state worse than death.

These spectral beings guard Azkaban, their chilling presence transforming the prison into a living nightmare.

As a dementor's ghostly silhouette drifted towards him, Jon remained unflustered, his gaze steady and calm. It passed through the cell bars, hovering before him, revealing its full, ghastly form.

It was as he had seen in the movies: a dark, ragged cloak draped over its form, its body appearing as if drenched, its hands marred by scabs, its face devoid of features, save for a dark void where a mouth should have been.

As the dementor neared, a bone-chilling cold enveloped Jon. It drew closer, seemingly intent on using its "mouth" to extract Jon's soul. But Jon, his eyes ablaze, commanded, "Begone!"

At his words, the dementor recoiled, seemingly sensing the spirit of vengeance emanating from Jon's soul. It turned and drifted away from the cell.

"Hehehehe! Has a new neighbor arrived? I won't be alone anymore!" A woman's voice echoed from the adjacent cell. Her voice held a hint of allure, but was tinged with madness, a clear sign of the mental toll the dementors had taken.

"Hey! Can you hear me? What did you do to end up in here?" she asked.

"That's none of your concern!" Jon retorted.

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of escape, not idle chatter. He needed to break free from his chains, escape Azkaban, and use the dementors' fear of him to his advantage. His plan was to find the prisoners who met the criteria for his mission and eliminate them.

"Hmph! You're quite the hothead! And from your voice, you sound young!" she retorted, "Do you want to know why I'm here?"

Jon remained silent, uninterested.

"Because... I serve the Dark Lord!" she declared.

'Dark Lord?!' Jon's eyebrows shot up. The Dark Lord she referred to was likely Voldemort.

[Ding! Mission target detected: Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater. Eliminating her will advance the main mission.]

Even without the system prompt, Jon had already deduced her identity.

'A deranged woman imprisoned in Azkaban?' Only one name came to mind: Bellatrix Lestrange!

'What a coincidence! I'm here because I plundered her vault!' Jon thought, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is the Dark Lord you serve is the one they call You-Know-Who?" Jon asked, feigning ignorance.

Bellatrix's lips curled into a smile. She thought, "Many young wizards like you, rebellious and defiant, are drawn to the Dark Lord. Imprisoned in Azkaban at such a young age, they could become valuable assets to the Dark Lord."

"Indeed! Those fools at the Ministry of Magic don't even dare to utter my lord's name!" Bellatrix laughed.

"Aren't you also afraid?" Jon asked. He remembered that in the movies, the Death Eaters referred to Voldemort as the Dark Lord or Master, none daring to utter his name.

"No, we are different!" she retorted, "We call him that out of respect for our lord!"

Jon remained silent.

"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is not dead. One day, he will return. The wizarding world will be bathed in blood. And when all is said and done, those of us who have remained loyal will be rewarded generously!" she declared.

Jon paused, then said, "You were curious about why I'm here, weren't you? I'll tell you now."

Bellatrix was elated, thinking Jon was swayed by her words and wanted to prove his worth by sharing his crimes. She thought he wanted to join the Death Eaters.

"I'm all ears!" she chuckled.

Jon cleared his throat, then said, "I was imprisoned for two main crimes: murder and theft."

Bellatrix leaned in, intrigued.

"Let's start with murder," Jon began, "In the Leaky Cauldron, a few wizards overstepped their bounds. They insisted on calling me a mudblood, so I incinerated those pure-blood wizards on the spot!"

Bellatrix's expression shifted. She felt a sense of unease. The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters were staunch advocates of blood purity and held deep prejudice against half-blood and Muggle-born wizards.

"And one of them was named Gibbon, a foolish Death Eater, I believe. He was reduced to ashes by my hellfire!" Jon continued.

"What?! You... you..." Bellatrix lost her composure, 'He killed a Death Eater, knowing he served the Dark Lord? He clearly has no respect for the Dark Lord!'

Bellatrix strained against her chains, screaming at Jon. To her, Jon was not only insulting her, but also the Dark Lord.

However, her outburst attracted the dementors, and two of them floated to her side, greedily sucking at her soul.

"Ah—" Jon heard her agonized cry from the next cell.

"Are you okay?! Let me continue!" Jon taunted.

"Let's talk about theft! After killing Gibbon, I took his keys and went to Gringotts, intending to take his hidden wealth. But I was discovered and in my panic, I ended up in another vault!"

Jon paused for effect, then continued, "What was that vault called? Ah, yes, Bellatrix Lestrange's vault! I took everything: the money, the potions, the magical ingredients. Oh, and I accidentally destroyed something!"

He feigned thoughtfulness, then said, "That thing was called... Hufflepuff's Cup, I believe!"

"What?! You destroyed the most important item the master entrusted to me! I will kill you!! I will definitely kill you!!" Bellatrix roared.

Ah-!

Bellatrix's screams echoed from the next cell as the dementors resumed their soul-sucking torment.

"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that?!" Jon taunted.

"I'm going to kill you!" Bellatrix shrieked.

Her outburst attracted the dementors once more.

"I can't hear you, say it again!"

"…..Kill you, aaaaah—"

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Bab 13: Chapter 13: Escaping Azkaban

Jon's relentless taunting had pushed Bellatrix, already teetering on the edge of sanity, into a state of frenzied madness.

Having had his fill of this twisted game, Jon decided it was time to make his move. Bellatrix, in her current state, posed no threat even if she were to escape.

"Time for action!" he said to himself.

His body ignited with an ethereal flame as he activated his spirit of vengeance form. With a swift jerk, he shattered his chains, repurposing one into a whip imbued with hellfire.

Approaching the prison door, he extended his fiery hand, melting the iron bars with ease. As he stepped into the dark corridor, a group of dementors, sensing the disturbance, swooped towards him.

Yet, upon witnessing Jon's Ghost Rider form, they froze in terror.

An idea sparked in Jon's mind. "Perhaps I can bend these creatures to my will," he mused.

With a sweeping gesture, he encircled the dementors with hellfire. They recoiled instinctively, fear radiating from them.

"Submit to me, or perish!" Jon commanded.

At his words, the dementors trembled, falling to the ground, their bodies engulfed in flames. Yet, instead of being consumed, they seemed to be tamed by Jon.

"Excellent," Jon commended, his flaming skull nodding in satisfaction.

He then turned his attention to another cell, where Bellatrix Lestrange, driven to insanity by his torment, was shackled. Her hair was wild, her eyes vacant, resembling a lifeless husk.

Jon hurled his fire chain, ensnaring her. Bellatrix, previously silent, let out a piercing scream as the hellfire traveled along the chain, engulfing her. Soon, her body was reduced to ashes.

[Side mission update: Eliminate at least three Death Eaters. Current progress: 2/3]

[Legendary quest update: Judge a thousand sinful souls. Current progress: 2/1000]

Upon hearing the mission update, Jon absorbed Bellatrix's memories and a portion of her magic. He was taken aback by the wealth of information he received, including a comprehensive list of Death Eaters.

"Voldemort's confidante indeed. This makes things much easier," Jon murmured.

Armed with this knowledge, Jon could now target the Death Eaters directly, bypassing the need to sift through the prison's population. Not all inmates of Azkaban were hardened criminals; some were victims of circumstance or minor offenders. Only those like the Death Eaters, who had partaken in mass murder, met the criteria for his mission.

Jon had no intention of indiscriminately executing innocents. He would only act after confirming the severity of their crimes. Moreover, the rewards of his task were the memories and magic power of the condemned, making it more beneficial to target powerful villains.

"Dementors!" Jon summoned. The creatures, still trembling, floated towards him.

With a wave of his hand, he sent several orbs of hellfire towards them. Instead of being incinerated, the dementors merged with the flames, becoming extensions of Jon's will.

"I grant you my power. You are no longer bound by the restrictions of this place," Jon declared, scattering flames that formed words on the ground - the names of the Death Eaters.

"Bring these prisoners to me. Now!"

At his command, the skeletal dementors, now aflame, dispersed in all directions of Azkaban.

Soon, several Death Eaters were herded before Jon.

"By Merlin's beard, are you... sent by the Dark Lord to save us?" one of them asked, mistaking Jon's sinister appearance and control over the dementors as signs of allegiance with Voldemort.

[Mission target detected...]

As the Death Eaters were presented to him, Jon heard a series of system prompts.

"I'm afraid I'm here to disappoint you. I'm here to kill you," Jon retorted, swinging his fire chain. The first Death Eater to make contact was instantly reduced to ashes.

[Side mission completed: Eliminate at least three Death Eaters. Current progress: 3/3]

[800 penalty points awarded]

Witnessing their comrade's fate, the remaining Death Eaters recoiled in terror. But before they could react, Jon's chain of fire struck them down.

[Additional Death Eater eliminated. 50 penalty points awarded...]

[Legendary quest update: Judge a thousand sinful souls. Current progress: 15/1000]

Jon reveled in the continuous stream of rewards, despite not fully understanding the purpose of the penalty points. After reducing several Death Eaters to ashes, he gained a wealth of memories and magic power, which took some time to assimilate.

Once he had digested the influx of information, Jon reverted to his human form.

"Azkaban, an isolated island in the ocean, will not be easy to escape from," Jon mused, signaling the dementors to follow him.

"It appears I'll need some external assistance."

....

In the basement of a leased property in Diagon Alley, a colossal, silver-grey dragon named Igris was sprawled on the floor, deep in slumber. Having been rejuvenated by the hellfire, Igris was brimming with vitality. His gleaming grey scales were a sight to behold, and the scars that once marred his body had vanished.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, as if responding to a call from his master. Rising slowly, he unfurled his massive wings and with a powerful leap, his enormous form took to the air.

Outside, the commotion stirred the curiosity of bystanders. As they turned their gaze towards the source of the noise, a monstrous figure burst through the roof. A dragon, majestic and awe-inspiring, soared into the clouds and disappeared into the horizon.

...

After an indeterminate amount of time, Jon emerged from the cells, a retinue of over a dozen dementors trailing behind him. He found himself in a secluded part of the island, shrouded in mist.

In truth, Azkaban housed hundreds of dementors, and Jon had the power to commandeer them all. However, removing all the dementor guards from Azkaban would inevitably lead to a mass breakout, plunging the wizarding world into chaos. Moreover, Jon had no need for such a large number of dementors.

Peering into the distance, Jon's vision was obscured by the dense fog. He had recently summoned Igris using his ghost rider bond, and if all went according to plan, Igris would arrive shortly.

Suddenly, Jon noticed a flicker of flame in the thick dark clouds. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the fire from Igris's mouth. Igris, breaking through the dense fog, landed on the island, his colossal form casting a large shadow.

"You're finally here, buddy!" Jon greeted, reaching out to pat Igris's head. Igris responded by lowering his head in cooperation.

Jon then climbed onto Igris's back, using the dragon's wings for support.

"Let's head back to Diagon Alley and reclaim our little friends!" Jon said. At his command, Igris flapped his enormous wings, lifting his massive body into the air, followed by the eerie procession of dementors.

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