She saw it, the cold looks that came over the older faces, saw some of the younger Aurors flinch, and knew that they understood.
But she said it out loud, just to be sure.
"We're fighting the old Wizarding War today, everyone. Just because You-Know-Who is dead doesn't mean the Death Eaters have forgotten his tricks. Now go!"
Harry walked in silence through the gas-lit grey corridor, invisible beside Bellatrix and the silver shape following them, trying to think of a better plan.
At first, when he'd realized that the Aurors probably knew already, and that moreover, Professor Quirrell wasn't waking up...
His thoughts had frozen up there, for a second.
And then stayed frozen, even as he'd gotten himself and Bellatrix heading downward, to buy as much time as possible; the Aurors, Harry figured, would start at the top and move down level by level. The Aurors could afford to move slowly and securely; they knew their prey had no way out.
Harry hadn't been able to think of any way out.
Until Harry had said to himself, well, if it was just a war game, what would General Chaos do?
From which an answer had followed instantly.
And then Harry had thought, but if it's that easy, why hasn't anyone broken out of Azkaban before?
And after he'd realized the possible problem: Fine, what would General Chaos do about that?
Whereupon General Chaos had come up with an amendment to his first plan.
It was...
It was the most insanely Gryffindor thing Harry had ever...
So now he was trying to think of a better plan, and not having much luck.
Picky picky picky, said Gryffindor. Who was complaining about not having any plan one minute earlier? You should be glad we came up with anything at all, Mister Now-We're-Doomed.
"My Lord," Bellatrix whispered haltingly, as she navigated the next flight of stairs downward, "am I going back to my cell, my Lord?"
Harry's brain was distracted, so it took him that long to process the words, and then another moment to process the horror, while Bellatrix continued speaking.
"I would... please, my Lord, I would very much rather die," her voice said. And then, in a smaller voice, a whisper that was barely there, "but I will go back if you ask it of me, my Lord..."
"We are not going back to your cell," hissed Harry's voice, on automatic. Nothing of what he felt was allowed to reach his face.
Um... said Hufflepuff. Did you seriously just think, 'You ought to work for me, I would appreciate you?'
A stone would respond to that kind of loyalty, Harry thought. Even if I'm only getting it by mistake, I can't help but -
She's the Dark Lord's loyal killer and torturer, and the supposed reason she's loyal is because an innocent girl was broken into pieces and used as raw material to make her, said Hufflepuff. Did you forget?
If someone shows me that much loyalty, even by mistake, there's a part of me that can't help but feel something. The Dark Lord must have been... evil doesn't seem like a strong enough word, he must have been empty... to not appreciate her loyalty, artificial or not.
The better parts of Harry didn't have much to say to that.
And that was when Harry heard it.
It was faint, and it grew louder with every step they took forward.
A woman's voice, distant, indistinct.
His ears, automatically, strained to make out the words.
"...please don't..."
"...didn't mean..."
"...don't die..."
Then his brain knew who he was hearing, and in almost the same moment, figured out what he was hearing.
Because Professor Quirrell wasn't there to keep the silence any more, and Azkaban was not, in fact, silent.
Faint the woman's voice, repeating:
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
It got louder with every step Harry took, he could hear the emotion in the words now, the horror, the remorse, the desperation of...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...the woman's worst memory, rehearsing over and over again...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...the murder that had sent her to Azkaban...
"No, I didn't mean it, please don't die!"
...where she was sentenced by the Dementors to watch whoever she'd killed, die and die and die in an infinite repeating loop. Though she must have been put in Azkaban recently, from the amount of life left in her voice.
The thought came to Harry, then, that Professor Quirrell had passed those doors, heard those sounds, and given not the slightest sign of disturbance; and Harry would have called it a positive proof of evil, if Harry's own lips hadn't remained silent in the presence of Bellatrix, his breathing regular, while something inside him screamed and screamed and screamed.
The Patronus brightened, not out of control, but it brightened, with every step Harry took forward.
It brightened further as Harry and Bellatrix descended the stairs, she stumbled and Harry offered her his left arm thrust outside the Cloak, braving the sense of doom from being that close to the snake draped around her neck. There was a surprised look on her face, but she accepted it, and said nothing.
It helped Harry, being able to help Bellatrix, but it wasn't enough.
Not when he saw the huge metal door in the center of that level's corridor.
Not when they came closer, and the woman's voice fell silent, because there was a Patronus near her now, and she wasn't reliving her worst memory any more.
Good, said a voice inside him. That was step one.
Harry's steps carried him inevitably forward toward the metal door.
And...
Now unlock the door -
...Harry kept walking...
What do you think you're doing? Go back and get her out of there!
...kept walking...
Save her! What are you doing? She's hurting YOU HAVE TO SAVE HER!
The portkey Harry was carrying could transport two humans, only two, plus or minus a snake. If they'd had Professor Quirrell's portkey too... but they didn't, Professor Quirrell's human form was carrying that, there was no way to get it... Harry could only save one person today, and there was only one person on the lowest level of Azkaban, in the most desperate need...
"DON'T GO!" The voice came in a scream from behind the metal door. "No, no, no, don't go, don't take it away, don't don't don't -"
There was a light in the corridor and it grew brighter.
"Please," sobbed the woman's voice, "please, I can't remember my children's names any more -"
"Sit down, Bella," Harry's voice said, somehow he kept his voice in a cold whisper, "I must deal with this," the Hover Charm diminishing and switching off even as Bella obediently sat down, her skeletal form dark against the brightening air.
I'll die, thought Harry.
The air went on brightening.
After all, it wasn't a certainty that Harry would die.