Attempt One of the 'Get-Sirius-Black-Out-Of-Azkaban' Action Plan.

Phase One: The Entry.

"You ready?" Stephen asked Lupin. His Cloak rippled in the Everlasting Storm charm that surrounded Azkaban.

The werewolf braced himself for the worst, clutching his wand. "As I'll ever be, I guess."

The Sorcerer Supreme took a deep breath, called up an image of the Mirror Dimension, and began charging up the portal.

"Remember," He began, as the orange sparks expanded. "Whatever you do, try not to vomit."

And then the two men jumped inside.

Remus took one long look at the warping, distorted rocks he was standing on and the prison in the distance that was slowly turning its entrance inside out.

He vomited.

Stephen made a face, hopping backwards. The Cloak of Levitation acted similarly, pushing the pair up into the air.

Once Lupin had finished, dizzily gasping for breath, Strange gestured at the puddle, which was starting to drip upwards. "You may want to, uh, clean that up."

Lupin glared daggers at the sorcerer. "Evanesco," He muttered, and the puddle vanished.

The wizard cast a Feather-Light charm on his body and clothing, and paused when nothing happened.

"Isn't this supposed to be working?" Remus asked. "Why aren't I flying like you?"

"Levitating," Stephen corrected. The former surgeon frowned. "I've seen other light objects go flying when I'm in here, so it doesn't make any sense that you're not. I guess it could be something to do with you being organic matter and all that, but Wong still won't let me into the manuscripts after what I did with the Eye."

Lupin nodded, having absolutely no idea what the floating person in front of him had just said. "I see."

Stephen shrugged. "Also, I never bothered to take Physics back in high school. Didn't see the point when I was going into medicine."

"What are physics?"

The Sorcerer Supreme jerked backwards in surprise. "Don't you know what science is?"

"I'm a wizard." The werewolf pointed out. "I learnt magic, not maths like you muggles."

"Not a muggle," Stephen sang, swooshing away childishly. "I'm a sorcerer."

"You started out as a muggle though."

"And we can all establish that I'm not anymore, right?" Stephen asked. He looked around, searching for objectors. Since he was limited to an audience of one wizard and one overgarment, the American settled for silently gloating to himself.

Remus realized something that would solve his dilemma. "Hey. Mister sorcerer."

"I'm a Doctor, actually-"

"Yeah, I know. Can't I just Apparate over to the Azkaban entrance?"

Stephen scrunched his brow, considering the idea. "That's the teleporting thing you guys do, right?"

"Right."

The sorcerer bit his lip. "I don't see why not."

Remus didn't bother with a reply. He opted for spinning in a circle, focusing on the increasingly shifting landscape in the distance. Destination, determination-

CRACK.

The Sorcerer Supreme realized what happened, and sulked. "Why can't we do that?"

The Cloak didn't reply. It was too busy unclipping one of his belts, trying to take it off him.

Stephen raised an eyebrow, swatting the red fabric away. "Is there any chance I can trade you in for a Cloak of Teleportation?"

The Cloak plucked part of his moustache, and Stephen swore in pain, flailing. "I get it! I get it! Stop!"

O-O-O-O

As Remus began casting the incantation for the Patronus Charm, Stephen cut in. "So, how does that send a message to Moody?"

Lupin shrugged. "Magic."

"But…" The other man racked his brain, trying to simplify the question. "But we're in another dimension. Doesn't that… Cancel it out?"

The werewolf sniggered at Stephen's lack of knowledge. "Patroni are made from emotion, Mister Strange. They can travel anywhere."

Stephen didn't bother to correct Remus. Instead, he spent the moment musing over the nugget of information, and Lupin returned to casting. The summoned silvery wolf listened closely as Remus gave it his message, nodded, and vanished from sight.

"How long is this going to take?" Stephen asked.

"Shouldn't be long," Remus replied. "Moody and Tonks should be near where we're standing. As long as Tonks' disguise works, and they're still here, they'll get the code in maybe a minute."

The werewolf paused for a second, the gears clogging upon a sudden realization. "Wait, aren't there guards? Won't they see the Patronus?"

"Why do you think Tonks is disguised?" Stephen asked, taking out the coded newspaper for Sirius from his robes. He opened it, checking to make sure the hidden message was still there. "She's pretending to be the Minister right now. Dumbledore says he gets Patronus messages all the time from the Departments."

Right after he finished speaking, the warping and twisting gates of Mirror-Azkaban began to creak open. Remus and Stephen strolled inside, looking through the shifting hallway.

"Now, where's Sirius Black supposed to be again?"

"Bottom floor." Remus recited from memory. "The maximum security wing, inside the north-east sector."

The two men continued along the prison hallway for another minute, when Stephen felt a sudden tendril of dread seep into his bones. When he saw Remus shudder, he knew the wizard had gone through the same experience.

"What was that?"

Remus turned, his face going pale. "The guards." He said gravely. "They're coming through."

And then the Dementors struck.

The Sorcerer Supreme shot into the air, the Cloak of Levitation flapping behind him. "How do we stop them?"

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Lupin roared, and his silvery wolf tore into one of the creatures. "Happy feelings!" He yelled back. "And positive emotions! Do you have a spell for that?"

Stephen whirled, giving the werewolf his best skeptical look. "Of course not!" He hollered. "What else works?"

"Nothing!" A trio of Dementors surged at the wizard, and Remus cast a second Patronus, knocking them backward.

Stephen dropped to the ground, and the Cloak shot off his shoulders, enwrapping itself around the closest Dementor.

The cloth started folding in on itself, crushing the Dark creature to a tenth of its size.

An instant later, another one lunged at the Cloak from nowhere, claws outstretched-

RIIIIIIIIIIP.

-And the Dementor tore the Cloak in two.

"NO!" Stephen roared, running after his Cloak, but a wall of the monsters swooped in front of him, blocking his way.

The former surgeon bared his teeth, raising his arms in a customary battle stance. A bolt of orange-red lighting surged between his fists. "Then let's see if I can find a way," He snarled, and charged the horde of Dementors head-on.

The first creature he came across went right through Stephen's bolt, diving at his face, but the Sorcerer Supreme ducked, rolling underneath. He looked back, taking note of the singed black cloak the Dark monster wore.

So they could burn.

Stephen went through a mental list of all the strongest flame-inducing spells he knew, and hurriedly summoned blast of Everburning Flame from Kierrok the Damned's pits of fire.

It latched onto a half dozen of the Dementors, and they scattered, shrieking as their cloaks caught aflame. Stephen ignored them, pushing past the nightmarish faces until he found his Cloak, lying tattered on the ground.

"Lupin!" He called out, but his voice was drowned out by the swarms of Dementors all around him.

Flashes of fear and hatred and depression shot through his mind. Stephen fell to his knees, shielding his head protectively as clawed hands and corpse-like jaws mauled at him, digging into his arms and back.

It was hopeless.

He was going to die.

Stephen had failed.

He would never accomplish anything.

What was the point of coming here, anyway?

He curled himself into a ball as the Dementors raged around him, ripping his arms away from his face.

One of the hooded creatures in front of him crept closer, pulling back its hood, and Stephen glimpsed rotting flesh, soulless eyes, an open mouth, leeching away every single happy thought he'd ever known-

CRACK.

And suddenly Remus was there, snarling angrily, and his silver, glistening wolf was tearing through the Dementors, and the werewolf was grabbing Stephen's arm, and then-

CRACK.

And then they were back in one of the hallways of Azkaban, but the Dementors were stampeding after them, pushing past each other at a chance to taste their souls, and-

CRACK.

And Remus was saying something about an evacuation and Moody and Tonks to his Patronus as the wicked walls of the prison began to close in on them, as the illusions of the Mirror Dimension became twisted beyond anything Stephen could comprehend, and the entrance wasn't where it had been before, and the Dementors were surging from every direction he could see, before-

CRACK.

Before they were in a place that Stephen didn't recognize, there were cells near him, matted and filthy and had metal bars on the floor that were curving into an impossible complex pattern, and the Dementors were coming down from the ceiling just as Lupin was blasting a hole through one of the walls but-

CRACK.

They were outside of Azkaban's walls, but the entire prison was looping over their heads and Stephen was having trouble keeping conscious and they were falling, falling down into the ocean and the sharp, sharp rocks, and Remus was shouting at him to wake up, to get out his Sling Ring, and the Dementors were crawling out through the new hole in the side of Azkaban, chasing after them and-

CRACK.

They were back at on solid ground, on top of the twisting and bending jagged rocks, and a pressure Stephen didn't know he had was lifting off of his head, and he could think properly again, and he had brought out his Sling Ring, and the orange portal was opening up just as the Dementors started after them again, and-

Stephen and Remus landed on the floor of Dumbledore's office with an ungraceful splat. Behind them, the portal into the Mirror Dimension closed up, right before the Dementors could get inside it.

The Sorcerer Supreme rolled onto his back, groaning.

The ripped, torn red fabric that was the Cloak of Levitation shook in his broken hands.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Dumbledore rushing towards him, with another man with greasy black hair and a large, hooked nose in tow behind him.

"Help," He croaked, right before he passed out.

Attempt One of the 'Get-Sirius-Black-Out-Of-Azkaban' Action Plan.

Result: Failure.