Friday had gone fairly straightforward. It was their longest day of the week but at least Y/N and Hermione were in all their classes together, except the mornings double Alchemy, but Y/N adored Sev so a couple of hours extra with his godfather is something he could happily handle.

Saturday had been spent, as normal, in Sev's office in the morning and then in the library, with the exception of mealtimes.

Harry and Lavender had come and gone during the day, but as both Hermione and Y/N were taking far more classes than anyone else, especially Y/N, they had to work that much harder to keep ahead of everyone else.

They had returned to the library after dinner and both had had a very successful day. They had both finished their essays for Muggle Studies, important muggle inventions of the 20th century, and they had both finished all their star charts for Astronomy.

Y/N had completed his Alchemy assignment on assessing base materials and the lovers finished by completing their lab reports for Potions.

They were ready to turn in for the night and kissed each other good night in the common room before Hermione went up to her dorm with Lavender.

Y/N walked up to his dorm to see his dorm mates playing exploding snap.

"Want to join us Y/N?" Harry asked.

"Nah I'm gonna go to sleep, I'll put up a silencing charm- you lads be as loud as you want. Good night."

His friends thanked him and wished him goodnight as he climbed into bed, closed his curtains, transfigured his robes into a pair of black trousers and a black shirt and then cast silencing charms. He smiled as he placed his skull balaclava, last used at St. Mungos, on his head before apparating away.

—~—

Ever since the boy had been sent to Azkaban the place had gone to hell for its human guards.

Enquiry after enquiry, how a thirteen year old boy had been left alone in general populace with murderers and rapists. How he had been placed in The Hole. How he had been left there.

Enquires from a furious delegation from the International Federation of Wizards- magical newspapers from around the world had reported on the torture of a child in what was regarded as the worst prison in the world.

Even worse were the delegations from a furious Ministry of Magic, desperate to save face and cover up all that they could about what happened.

Jon Morris was stood on top of Azkaban's roof, looking out towards the darkness of the North Sea, taking a piss off the edge of the tower.

Jon was the guard who beat Y/N severely, along with the second guard who was in the guard's hut, Adam Cooney.

They were on the freezing lookout duty every night, punishment from their superiors. Not for their actions against a prisoner, but their actions against a prisoner as young, as short term, and as high profile as Y/N.

The guard stood and urinated, muttering to himself, unaware of a figure silently appearing behind him.

Y/N smirked, pulling his cursed blade from behind his back and swiftly stepped forward, slitting the guards throat. He had recognised the man instantly. Revenge was a dish best served cold.

He silently entered the guard's hut, seeing the second guard asleep with his feet up on a console in front of him. Y/N smirked before a sickening crack was heard in the room, the guard falling to the floor, dead, his neck clean snapped.

The invader walked through the prison silently, dispatching any guard unlucky enough to run across him with ease. He knew exactly where he was going and exactly who his target was. It took him barely ten minutes to descend to the required floor, finding cell 502 and casting alohomora on the door which slowly opened.

—~—

Jackson was laying in his cell, unable to sleep again. He couldn't help but think back to the kid who had been thrown in here, into Hell itself. He often found himself thinking about the kid, hoping he was ok. He tried to help Y/N out as much as he could. He owed it to Thomas, the Archduke, the only one who had supported Jackson. Believed him. Jackson hoped he had done enough.

The kid had only been here for two weeks but made a hell of an impression. He'd taken out some of the worst scum in here, and he and Jackson had become close friends before the kid was thrown in the torture chamber.

Jackson shuddered at the thought of Y/N in The Hole for all that time. He'd seen lifers be dragged out of there screaming mad after three days, let alone nine. He hoped the kid was ok.

As he laid on his bed he heard his cell door unlock and then creak open. This wasn't good- the only reason for a midnight room visit was an attack. He reached under his pillow for his shank and laid waiting for the attack to come. It didn't. Instead he heard a voice.

"Jackson Selwyn, come with me if you want to live as a free man again!"

Jackson stood confused and looked at the man in front of him. 6'2" and muscular and wearing all black but with no face he recognised.

The man motioned for Jackson to follow and held his wand in front of him as he walked, Jackson close behind him.

"Who are you?" Jackson asked.

"Let's get out of here first, questions later" the stranger replied.

The two walked through several corridors and up a number of stairways when suddenly the Azkaban alarms started blaring.

"Fuck! We're gonna have to fight our way out. Stay behind me!"

The man spoke firmly as he broke into a jog, Jackson following close behind.

Several guards intercepted them on their ascent from the hellhole and all were swiftly and expertly dealt with. Some were knocked out, some had their lives ended. If the mystery man had rhyme or reason it wasn't clear to Jackson but he was extremely impressed with the skill of his mysterious rescuer. He still had no idea who he was though.

—~—

The pair finally reached the roof, Jackson slamming the doorway into the prison and the man levitating a large girder over blocking off the entry point.

Jackson looked around the roof, not seeing any carriages. He turned to his Good Samaritan:

"How exactly do we get out of here? And who are you? Why the hell did you save me?"

The man chuckled, replying:

"Never leave a man behind."

Jackson looked at him puzzled before the man went wavy, and to Jackson's utter incomparable shock, transfigured into the kid.

"Y/N???" Jackson roared in shock. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"Saving your arse. Now climb on!"

Jackson was about to ask what he meant but before he could his much younger friend transfigured again. This time he turned into a dragon.

Jackson was completely and utterly speechless. He stood with a blank expression on his face before he heard Y/N's voice, in his head, roaring at him:

Fucking get on!!!

Jackson clambered up the dragon's neck just as a dozen guards managed to blow their way through the blockaded door. They stopped, staring in abject horror at the fearsome creature in front of them before it roared and spewed flames towards them, incinerating them on the spot.

The dragon then rose and soared away from the island prison, Jackson breathing in fresh air for the first time in a decade.

—~—

After what seemed like hours the pair arrived on the Scottish mainland. The dragon landed and Jackson dismounted, the dragon turning back into Y/N.

Jackson immediately embraced the teen tightly.

"I can never thank you enough, Y/N. I can never make this up to you."

Y/N smiled, hugging the man back.

"Look Jack, I've got something coming up in December if you're interested. I'll send you details closer to the event, but until then... Dobby"

A house elf in a smart suit appeared in front of them.

"Yes Mr. Y/N sir?" The elf smiled.

"Dobby, this is a trusted friend of mine, Jackson. Please take him to L/N manor. For the time being he will be staying as a special guest. Please have one of the other house elves act as his attendant for whatever he requires, and withdraw a few hundred galleons from the estate vault to cover his expenses. Once he's rested and recovered take him to Gregorovitch for a new wand. Take him personally and tell Mykew it's family business. He will understand."

Dobby smiled and nodded.

"Of course sir, Dobby knows Mr. Selwyn very well. The wizard you killed was a very evil man, Mr. Selwyn" Dobby replied.

"He was, and Jackson is fine. Thank you, Dobby" Jackson replied with a smile. He turned back to Y/N with a look of sincerity.

"Any thing, any time, any place you need me I'm there, Y/N."

They hugged again before Dobby and Jackson apparated away. Y/N took a moment to enjoy the crisp Scottish night air before apparating back to his bed.

He removed the pants and shirt, leaving him only in his boxers. He exited his bed to look at the clock. 11:30pm. His roommates were still playing snap as he walked passed them to the toilet. In and out without being noticed, plan went off without a hitch.

Y/N smiled to himself as he crawled back into bed. Sometimes it was good being the Prophesied One.