Chapter 2
Tamsyn sat up when she heard the sounds of spell fire from the lower levels of the prison. She knew that the day that Voldemort would assault Azkaban to free the rest of his followers was coming, and had prepared for it. Her cell was in the North tower of the prison on the top level, thus ensuring that she would be one of the last prisoners visited by the Deatheaters. From beneath the straw mattress she slept on she pulled out the only three possessions she had beyond the bedraggled shift she was allowed to wear, and only between visits from the guards. All three items came from the dementor that died at the moment of her birth.
The first was the dementor's robe. A dementor robe was an amazing piece of magic infused with the essence of the creature who once wore it. Anyone who wore one would be protected from the effects of being near negative energy beings like the undead or unholy creatures such as daemons, demons, and devils. They also gave the wearer the ability to survive while in planes of existence filled with negative energy, or an environment infused with magic that it could burn away a person's body.
The second and third items were made of the dementor's femurs, and each took a year to make. One was a dementor bone dagger, one of the few things that could kill creatures of pure light, such as unicorns, without the wielder suffering any negative effects. Dementor bone weapons neutralized the cursed feedback from intentionally harming such pure beings. Voldemort had once come across a Kris made of dementor bone in his travels, but had lost it while trying to sacrifice a phoenix for an immortality ritual.
The other was a wand. It was 12 ¼ inches long and inflexible with a core of an Augury tail feather. For a core she had faked a seizure when one of the guards was using her, taking the opportunity to knock his spare wand into the shadows. Not that the guard noticed, too busy finishing to care about her state of health. He even had the gall to tell her that it made the experience better as he left he cell. The wand was currently useless because of the magic suppression collar she wore, but she was sure that the infusion of her blood into the bone had bound it to her, making the wand hers alone.
She took off her shift first, putting her dementor robe on, and then pulling the shift on over it so it would be less noticeable. Next she used strips torn from the blanket to secure the dagger and wand to her inner thighs where someone searching her would be least likely to find them. She then sat and waited for the Deatheaters to collect her. After all, there was no other way she could think of getting out of here while still wearing the collar.
She sat up straighter when she heard the lock of the door being manipulated. She recognized Bellatrix Lestrange immediately as she walked into her cell.
"Come girl, I know you don't want to be in this cell anymore and milord is interested in meeting the Basilisk Master of Hogwarts, and Slayer of Harry Potter." Tamsyn Nodded and stood up, to follow Bellatrix. As she was led through the prison she surveyed the damage. The Aurors seemed to have acquitted themselves well in their attempt to resist Voldemort and his forces as they stormed the island, lot of good it did them.
As she stepped foot outside for the first time in over five years she saw the entire population of the prison was outside under wand point from the Deatheaters, even the deceased. Several of the prisoners were before Voldemort being given the choice of a painful death or swearing loyalty by taking the Darkmark. Most were taking the Mark, and Tamsyn listened as Voldemort administered it, nodding to herself when she recognized that he hadn't made any modifications that she would be unable to counter if necessary.
Bellatrix approached Voldemort, bowing before him. "My Lord, may I present Ginevra Weasley, Destroyer of House Potter." Tamsyn smiled at this title, if only she knew what really happened.
"Ahhh, Ginevra Weasley. I'm so happy to make you acquaintance. Tell me girl, how did it feel to slay the Hero of the Wizarding World?" His eyes stared into hers intently, looking for something there indecipherable to all but her. She nodded slightly, allowing him access to image of her mind she wanted him to see.
"It felt as if I was doing your bidding my lord," she said with a bow.
Voldemort smiled himself, pleased to see that his horcrux was intact, if in a different form than intended. With a flick of his wand the collar unlocked and Tamsyn took it off gratefully. Voldemort pointed to the few remaining prisoners who had refused his mark. Most of the Deatheaters were staring wide-eyed at this scene, not sure what was going on. Only Lucius Malfoy, realizing that the diary had survived to possess this girl, had even the slightest clue.
"Pick one; you can finish him off in whatever manner you wish as a gift to celebrate your release from Azkaban." Tamsyn gave him a pointed stare.
"I can pick anyone I want, and use any spell I want on them?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"Anyone my dear. And after you kill them I will give you my mark, which you have proven beyond a doubt that you deserve. Here, take Flint's wand and finish one of these worthless blood traitors." Flint looked about to protest, but a glare from both Voldemort and Bellatrix silenced him.
Tamsyn took his wand with a shaky hand, and none could mistake the smile on her face that came from holding a wand again while having access to her magic. Tamsyn looked at the survivors, noticing that two of the three had no sanity left to even accept the Darkmark with. It was the third man that really caught her attention though, because the third man was Sirius Black.
She smiled menacingly at the man, and the Deatheaters around her began to anticipate what she was about to do to him. She then screamed at the top of her lungs a curse that only Voldemort knew, one he had found while searching for ancient magics that he could use around the Caspian Sea. This particular spell, Sanguine's Madness, was supposed to cause the target to believe they were surrounded by enemies, causing them to lash out with everything they had until everyone around them were dead or a minute had passed. He had never actually gotten around to casting the spell, and was interested in how Black would react under its effects, but wondered why his horcrux had chosen that of all spells. Then the spell made contact with him, and he was suddenly surrounded by multiple Dumbledores in the fight of his life.
The first death eater to be downed by Voldemort was Flint with a simple AK. The poor boy had no clue what was even going on, his focus intently on what curse was about to hit Black. Tamsyn took this distraction to rush over to where Sirius was bound and free him.
"OK Black, I know they probably told you that I killed Harry but I assure you this is a lie. Voldemort actually did the honors and then Lucius had me sent to Azkaban for his murder to smear the Weasley name in the mud. Now, do you promise to follow me so we can get off this rock and wait till we've escaped to hear the details?" she asked. Sirius nodded. Tamsyn undid his bindings with a gesture from Flint's wand, and then shoved the wand into Sirius's hand. "Let's go then, that madman is in the middle of killing everything that moves and we've about 20 seconds till he realizes what I've done to him."
Sirius looked around, quite impressed by what the girl had accomplished. Voldemort had killed no fewer than 15 Deatheaters, including both the Carrows, and some of the newer recruits had begun to fire lethal spells back at their master. The inner circle members and more experienced ones had set up layers of various shields; all of them knowing what would happen if they ever raised their wands in anger against their Lord. He managed to duck into the front gate right behind Tamsyn before the fight ended.
"OK, now where to girl," Sirius asked.
"The warden's office contains a number of portkeys to the ministry, which we can't use. It also contains a multi-use portkey to his home which we can take advantage of. The idiot isn't supposed to have such a portkey, but seeing as he's dead, I don't think anyone alive will have a clue as to where we've fled." She gave him a mischievous grin as she began to ransack the warden's desk.
"Where did you find this out? There is no way he just let this slip while doing an inspection of the prison," Sirius exclaimed in amazement.
"The man had a guilty conscience," she replied. "He needed someone to unburden his soul too. I guess he felt that the prison whore who was sentenced to the kiss on her seventeenth birthday made a good confessor."
She couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice when she said 'prison whore.' It made Sirius really look at her, and he noticed just how gorgeous the girl really was. Hell, he'd bed her at a moment's notice; all she'd need to do was ask. From there it wasn't a very big leap of logic to realize that the guards had been raping her, probably for a couple years now at least. It angered him to think about the abuse this girl had suffered, and his mind began to go through all the things he would do to the men who had inflicted it upon her. So deep were his musings that he didn't come out of them till he heard her shout.
"Huh?" was his eloquent response.
"I said found it. Now grab on and let's get outta here," Tamsyn said.
The two of them vanished just as Voldemort stormed into the office.