Remorse

Khaat heard a huge explosion, and before she knew what was happening, all sorts of hands had grabbed hold of her and had dragged her suddenly out of Barker's cell and had slammed the door, locking Barker in, not giving her a chance to say a syllable. The largest guard, clearly half giant, picked her up and left with her in long running strides. She hadn't even gotten a chance to say goodbye to Felix.

They dragged her down to Rob's office. "Draw your wand!" the Assistant Warden barked at her. "We've had a breech. Defend yourself. I need every man." He left the room and locked her in. Locked in? Really? Alone? She vowed to kill this man the instant he came back. She knew the Ministry would know about the breech almost the second it happened. Her father had privileges to portkey here, but to the best of her knowledge, no one else did. And just where the hell was Rob anyway? Buggered off with one of his portionswhores no doubt and stoned someplace out of his mind. She saw herself as much a prisoner right now as Felix was.

Felix jumped when there was a huge explosion, some of the plants fell to the ground and smashed, and he was pushed off of his feet by one of the guards, who was pushing him away so they could leave the cell. They all scrambled out and left Felix inside, alone, staring out of the bars of his cell. Suddenly a loud and horrible voice rang out over the din.

"Felix Barker, your time has come, where are you?"

Felix didn't recognize the voice, but he had a feeling a breakout was happening as he stood there. Everyone was rushing around, guards from all over running to the explosion point, but Felix knew the way of things, the first thing you did was leave the area of entrance, because that's where everyone went first, so where was this man? Cursing Felix paced his cell, staring at the door. He couldn't exactly respond to him, seeing as he had his magic bound while in this place. He had to wait and hope this man managed to find where he had been moved, it wouldn't be to hard, it wasn't THAT far from his old cell.

Felix wasn't quite sure how to handle this new bit of information he had been given. He was breaking out... getting out of this hellhole, and he could continue to do what he loved.. and that WASN'T planting... A shadow crossed over Felix's face. He didn't need to reform... he could be himself still... that suddenly caused him to shake and nearly vomit as he hit the ground, his hands catching himself as he fell. Whoa... something odd was happening and he didn't know what it was, but there was a lot of confusion going on outside. "Here!" He shouted loudly. "I"m here! Follow my voice! Get me the hell out of here!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Khaat would never forgive him.. He didn't need her forgiveness!

"HERE! CELL NUMBER 253! TWO CORRIDORS AWAY FROM THE OLD CELL! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" He shouted and knew he wasn't helping his image in the least, he had just thanked those guards, and now? Now he was busting out of here! "I'm here! Here! Follow my voice! High Security Cell! Loosened regulations!" He felt a sudden warm breeze flow down the hallway.. someone's protronus? It was causing a warm draft down the hallways now that the Dementors were being flooded out. "HERE! YES THIS WAY! KEEP ON COMING!" He shouted loudly, pacing back and forth in front of his cell door. The shadow was still over his face, but also, there was a nasty little grin, whoever that Felix was who had been in the cell before, had been replaced, and this new Felix looked thoroughly pissed off at being made to look the fool. He'd have his revenge later, but for now.. he was getting the hell out of this place.

Khaat heard the dark voice looking for Felix. A terrible coldness, like ice, ran through her blood. It was all starting again. He wasn't that far into any sort of new thinking for it to hold. Felix would run at the first chance. She had seen the struggle in his eyes every time she met with him. Her mind seemed to blank. It raced back to how much Felix had taken from her. How much she'd lost. And how much of that was never coming back. The anguish started to rise up from places she didn't know still existed in her spirit. She heard an anguished cry leave her lips like she hadn't heard since the last time she had been in Felix's clutches. She sank to the floor in a limp heap, her legs unable to hold her.

And just like last time, nobody would come.

(WOO! Viktor POV! XD)

There was something very convenient about having family members working in the Ministry of Magic. It wasn’t often that Viktor Krum found himself in Diagon Alley but his wife-to-be had expressed an interest in visiting some of the toyshops there. He’d gone with her of course and they’d attracted the attention of some photographers. Irina was all smiles but Viktor could barely manage a grimace as more things were on his mind than toy shopping for his child. Thankfully Irina was easily distracted by Catalina and Tatiana who were as eager to go into the toyshop as she was. Viktor didn’t fail to notice the pointed look Catalina sent his way; telling him to be more attentive to Irina. He nodded, casting a look up the alley as he waited for the woman to go inside.

“Viktor! Hey! Viktor wait!” The Bulgarian turned to find Andres and Javier running down the alley way, both looking dishevelled and unhinged. Behind them was Jakob who seemed to be having some trouble keeping up with the taller boys. Viktor smirked but that soon fell from his lips when Andres reached them. It was Javier though that told Viktor about the situation at Azkaban – and namely, who was there. Instantly, Viktor snapped at them, asking them what he was supposed to do about it. The boys both wore matching smiles and parted to reveal Jakob who was trying to catch his breath. Conveniently, they’d pulled their cousin out of the Department of Mysteries – the same cousin that spent his days plotting unplottable locations. Jakob straitened himself under Viktor’s gaze and nodded respectfully before looking anxiously at Andres.

“He knows where Azkaban is. Or at least, he knows the coordinates.” Andres snatched a piece of parchment out of Jakob’s hands and handed it to Viktor. “The North Sea – those are the exact coordinates. Do you think we’ll be able to Apparate there?”

“We?” Viktor raised an eyebrow.

“The sirens are going off sir,” Jakob informed him. “The guards aren’t trained to deal with a High Security break out and Robert Dent is uncontactable.”

“What’s your point?” Viktor deadpanned.

“If we don’t go then there will be no one there to try and stop Barker.” Javier filled in.

“How do you know it’s Barker?” Viktor pursed his lips.

“Who else is going to try to escape from Azkaban?” Jakob replied.
Four men appeared on Azkaban Island. The eldest, dressed impeccably, was the only one that managed to keep his foot ing on the slippery rock. One of them even fell into the water and had to be hauled out while the eldest stalked towards the tower. The other three scrambled up the rock after him, slipping and sliding, often ending at the bottom once more. The eldest out of those three made it to the entrance before the other two and he dashed after Viktor Krum who was already making his way up to the High Security Level. He heard Andres’ calls behind him but he said nothing with regards to it. He was on auto-pilot. First he’d find Khaat – then he’d deal with Felix.

Javier, Andres and Jakob split off, hoping to make it to Felix’s cell before the intruder did. Viktor dealt with the supposed might of the Azkaban guards, leaving a few dead in his wake. He tossed away the ones by the door and kicked down the door to the office. He looked down at the wood before bringing his eyes up to Khaat’s form.

“Great Merlin above woman, can’t you just stay at home with your children instead of spending your days with convicts? Surely you could have a better career?” Viktor smirked. “Baking could be a good career for you. Anything bar ones that get you in this situation. Surprise?” Viktor chuckled and entered the room. He knelt down before Khaat and put his hands on her shoulders. “Are you alright? They didn’t man-handle you too badly did they? Just...calm down. You’re safe now. Alright?” Viktor rubbed her arms and looked out of the door frame in search of the boys. “Merlin I hope they’re alright. Do you know where the person came in, Khaat? I don’t want my nephews to die particularly.”

Khaat heard the door open. It snapped her back to her senses. Somewhat. She looked up and was totally surprised to see, of all people, not her father, but Viktor. She was more relieved that she ever thought she could be to see him. She found herself automatically wrapping herself into his chest, purely out of relief.

"Thank you," she said very softly into the strong Bulgarian chest.

"We got..intelligence," she said. "A dark wizard has returned. I...didn't expect him to come here. He came specifically to get the man who tried to murder your son and me....I heard them. They came for Felix Barker. Eli and I arent' safe now. Our children aren't safe....You don't know...." She realized she was rambling.

"Viktor," she said softly, looking up at him. "You must protect Eli not only from Barker but his new boss--Gellert Grindelwald. Hide. Hide the children where he will never find them. Please." She found her wand on the floor and fired a patronus. The huge white eagle rose and soared. She hoped it would draw Viktor's nephews back. She didn't want them to be mere sport for Grindlewald.