This is not one fic, but three separate ones-enjoy!

This starts in the very beginning of third year.

Harry sighed as he wandered through the library of Hogwarts. He was in the magical creatures section, pulling out every book that he could find that had anything to do with dementors. It was a pitifully small pile. He picked the stack up, and moved to one of the many empty desks in the room. As classes hadn't even started yet, not even Hermione was in the library. Harry was pretty sure that the only other person in here was madam Pince. As he settled into the annoyingly uncomfortable chair, he pulled the first book out of his stack- Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Strangely, he could not find a single word on them- were they so little know that Scamander could not find anything to write about them, or did he not include them for some reason?

In his second book he found a little more information- a passage that said " A Dementor is a gliding, wraith-like Dark creature, widely considered to be one of the foulest to inhabit the world. Dementors feed on human happiness and thus generate feelings of depression and despair in any person in close proximity to them. They can also consume a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state, and thus are often referred to as "soul-sucking fiends", rendering a person an 'empty-shell'.

The history of Dementors in relation to Wizarding society in Britain is inextricably tied up with one location: Azkaban. The island in the North Sea on which the wizard prison is built has never appeared on any map, wizard or Muggle. Perhaps its first resident, or even creator, Ekrizdis, practised the worst kinds of Dark magic and constructed a fortress on the island, luring Muggle sailors there to torture and murder them. After his death, the various concealment charms placed on the island faded, and the Ministry became aware of the mysterious site's existence.

Those who entered the deserted fortress to investigate discovered, among other horrors, an infestation of Dementors. Fearing the reprisal of these dark entities should anyone try to evict them, the Ministry decided to let the sizeable colony remain, unmolested and unchecked. When Damocles Rowle was elected Minister for Magic in 1718, he insisted on utilising Azkaban's dark pedigree, seeing the Dementors as a potential asset: putting them to work as guards would save expense, time, and lives. This plan was eventually put into motion and, despite protests, Azkaban remained the prison of the wizarding world."

As he read through the rest of the books he noted that not much was known about Dementors. The books were filled with contradicting information, horror stories about people who had been kissed, or merely repeated information from the first book.

Harry had one conclusion- Dementors were in no way safe to be around, and SHOULD NOT be anywhere near a school full of defenseless children.


This starts in the fifth book, in chapter 24, on page 523

They were to return to Hogwarts on the Knight Bus the following day, escorted once again by Tonks and Lupin, both of whom were eating breakfast in the kitchen when Harry, Ron and Hermione came down next morning. The adults seemed to have been mid-way through a whispered conversation as Harry opened the door; all of them looked round hastily and fell silent.

After a hurried breakfast, they all pulled on jackets and scarves against the chilly grey January morning. Harry had an unpleasant constricted sensation in his chest; he did not want to say goodbye to Sirius. He had a bad feeling about this parting; he didn't know when they would next see each other and he felt it was incumbent upon him to say something to Sirius to stop him doing anything stupid-Harry was worried that Snape's accusation of cowardice had stung Sirius so badly he might even now be planning some foolhardy trip beyond Grimmauld Place. Before he could think of what to say, however, Sirius had beckoned him to his side.

'I want you to take this,' he said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book into Harry's hands.

'What is it?' Harry asked.

'A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time. No, don't open it in here!' said Sirius, with a wary look at Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand-knitted mittens. 'I doubt Molly would approve-but I want you to use it if you need me, all right?'

Harry's first thought was to never use it, to keep Sirius safe. He second thought however, completely countered the first. He had very few presents from people he could consider parental figures. Before he learned he was a wizard, the closest thing he had was the crazy cat lady who was a squib, Mrs. Fig. And that was only because she was the only person in the neighborhood who was semi nice to him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were nice, but they were Ron's parents, not his. He would open it in his dorm, later that night, when nobody could see him. He wanted to have this to himself for now.

Later that night, with everyone already asleep in their beds, Harry pulled the package out from where he had stashed it in his trunk. He pulled the curtains closed around his bed, and charmed them so that he wouldn't wake up his dorm mates. He then carefully opened the package, finding, to his curiosity, a mirror and a note. The note said:


Before you start wondering if I've actually gone insane, let me explain. These mirrors are linked, James and I used to use them to talk to each other while in separate detentions. All you have to do is say my name. And don't worry about any interruptions- this method of communication is completely secure, and even if it wasn't, it is so rare that nobody would ever think that we were using it!


Harry grinned- It was a way that he could talk about his problems and ask for advice from Sirius. He didn't worry about Sirius running off to do something dramatic- the man was an adult who lived through and fought in a war, he could be sensible when he needed to be. And besides, there were other adults that were living at number 12 Grimmauld Place anyway.

"Sirius Black" Harry called, unknowing changing the future, for the better.


Gringotts notice Voldie's soul coming into the building, and object. Fiercely.

The head teller glared at the person who walked in the door. Mrs. Lestrange strutted in, seemingly not noticing the large amount of people who shoved themselves out of her way. The goblin discreetly slapped a button on his desk. In other parts of the building, alarms started screaming. Within seconds wards were raised, preventing anyone from exiting or entering. However, they were invisible so they would not alert their quarry that the game was up. Bellatrix strutted straight to him. "Take me to my vault." she demanded, glaring at him.

The goblin didn't even blink an eye. "Mrs. Lestrange." he said cooly. "There seems to have been a mix up with our vaults, and there seems to a fair bit of money that wasn't known about until now, that you can claim if you do it now. Would you like to do so? Otherwise, the money gets donated to the Hogwarts Muggleborn Fund." The goblin was an expert at lying, and knew that almost all species, goblins included, would do anything to get just a little bit more money. Telling her that the money would otherwise be donated to her enemies was just a bit more incentive.

"Yes." she spat, her eyes gleaming, the object in her bag all but forgotten. "Well? Hurry up already, you foul useless thing!"

The goblin hopped of his teller, calling "follow me" over his shoulder as he lead into the depths of the building. He did not want to leave this to one of the younger, less experienced employees. They might give it away at the worst time, and Mrs. Lestrange was not exactly known for being kind. Never mind the fact that her vaults and the vaults of anyone remotely associated with her would be taken away the second she killed a goblin, she would do it an instant, without thinking of the consequences. And the goblins did not want the item in her purse damaged in any way.

The goblin resisted the urge to sigh. Everyone knew Bellatrix was a death eater, so they were lucky that no random person on the streets got enough courage to hex her. Then again, this was magical Britain, were most people resembled sheep at the first sight of danger. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Mrs. Lestrange starting to get twitchy. She had never been in this part of the bank before- humans almost never had, except for situations like this.

The goblin opened a door and escorted her in "I need to go get the people in charge of this." he snapped, and walked back out the door. The second the door closed, he hit a button on the wall, releasing a magical sedative into the air.

Once the sedative was in the room, all of the doors up and down the hallway opened with goblins stepping out from behind them, except for the door that Bellatrix was behind and the door beside it. The head teller walked to the unopened door and opened it. The door revealed a group of goblins staring into the room next to it through mirrored glass not unlike the type that Muggle law enforcement used. However, the goblins had improved it as the person inside the room they were watching had no idea that there was anything but wall there. Additionally, the "mirror" effect covered the entire wall. He watched as a team of goblins all covered in armor and various weapons stormed into the room, with their heads covered with the bubble-head charm, to keep the remnants of the sedative from affecting them. Within minutes, Bellatrix was on the ground, in handcuffs, her wand and a large poisoned knife taken away, and her entire handbag was in an iron box with a silk lining, the best way that the goblins had found to contain objects of extreme evil.

"Good job, Sliobbex" the goblin with the most gold on his armour said. The head teller, knowing this was a dismissal, inclined his head and walked out the door.

The goblin with the most gold on his armour turned back towards the woman chained to the floor, the table and chairs now removed, leaving her in a completely empty room. Then, a particular goblin walked in the room. Unlike the majority of goblins, this one did not wear armor, but instead wore a green uniform. That uniform signified that the goblin was a healer. The gold accents on the uniform told the other goblins that he was a very high ranking one. The goblin leaned down and forced a potion down her throat. He then took a step back and waited for the woman to open her eyes. The second that she did, he forced his way into her brain. It only took him a minute to discover everything that the goblins needed. He pivoted on his heel to face the window

"She knows exactly what she brought into this bank. She did it on her masters orders. Other members of their group of evil villainy have other pieces." The healer said, repulsed. As a healer he could not fathom doing the things that one would need to do to create on peice, much less 6. He glared at the woman on the ground, before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him, then slapping the sedative button the moment it was completely closed.

The goblin with the most gold on his armor smiled fearily. "We finally have a reason to enact the plan." he smirked. "Brodnuff, confiscate all Death Eater accounts. Grukrak, put all sympathisers accounts on a watch list, and create a long list of reasons keep them from accessing their money. If they become Death Eaters, then hand it over to Brodnuff. Rodgrat, work on a spell that will find all of the other pieces before they enter this bank."

"Yes, sir." The other goblins snapped as they rushed to do their appointed tasks. The King of the goblins just laughed as he stared down at the Death Eater.

"Mr. Riddle is going to have no idea what hit him" he cackled.

Hey everyone! Sorry that it's been such a long time since I last posted- real life has infringed on my writing time! To make up for it, I wrote this really long post (well, for the standards of this fic, anyway.) I was planning on posting the goblin one separately, in about a week, but I decided to be nice to all of you who have been patiently waiting, and posted it now. I hope you liked it, and please remember that most of my best fics for this have come from people who tell me what they want to read! Thank you for reading!