[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban

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Who: Alison Mallory, Kahvi Sidhe, Ora Yang, and the Order of the Phoenix
When: New Years Eve, 1998
Where: The Burrow, a remote English suburb
What: The Order of the Phoenix jailbreaks Azkaban, and the girls are help out

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Ora stuffed her sash and a spare change of clothes in her bag, and bounded down the stairs to grab her winter coat from the closet in the hallway. "Mum! Dad! I'm ready!" she shouted, stuffing her arms through the sleeves and doing a quick check through the list in her mind to make sure she had packed everything she needed, and everything that would make it seem like she was going to a legitimate sleepover at the Burrow.

"Mm hm," Ora's father said simply as he folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and set it down on the sitting room table. He shot his daughter a dubious look. Ora smiled up at him cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong. She mitigated it a little when her father's look turned more severe.

"You know if you get lost, Ora, you're breaking curfew."

Ora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Dad, I know. But I'm eighteen! I can Apparate properly; I'm not going to get lost or end up in the middle of the woods."

Ambassador Yang's mouth twitched as if he didn't completely believe his daughter, but had to actually refrain from telling her so. "I'll leave the wards down for five minutes," he said simply, drawing his wand from the fold of his robes, "so if you get lost you can Apparate back."

"Okay, Dad," Ora said. She rolled her eyes again.

"Have you got everything?" Ora's mum asked. She rose from the couch and looked pointedly at Ora's bag.

"Yup," Ora said with a nod. "And if not, I'm sure Alison can lend me something."

"Toothbrush?"

Ora nodded. "Packed it already, Mum."

Ora's mother simply nodded and smiled, and came around the sofa to give her daughter a hug and a kiss. "Well, Happy New Year, and enjoy the night with your friends."

"Thanks!" Ora gave her mum and dad a hug and a kiss each. Her father still did not look entirely happy as he closed his eyes and hummed the chant to lift the anti-Apparition wards surrounding their house, but Ora still managed a smile as she waved and then thought very hard of the Burrow.

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Ottery St. Catchpole was even colder than London, and even in a thick scarf and coat Ora was shivering. She had appeared about one hundred meters out from the Burrow, and was throughly cold by the time she got to the door and lifted a hand to knock politely at it. Even though the house seemed quiet from the outside, Ora wondered if anyone would hear here--after all, she could not imagine that a rescue the proportions of breaking in and out of Azkaban would take any less than a good chunk of the Order.

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Everything in still, dark house was as Lysienne had left it, and Ora was waiting for them in the mirror-room with the two Death Eaters motionless on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief as Ora handed Mrs. Weasley the Death Eaters' wands, feeling suddenly as if she could drop to the floor right where she stood and go to sleep. Her gaze paused on the Death Eaters' unmasked faces. They were wholly human now, not the terrifying, evil monsters they had fought here amidst screams and fleeing figures and blood soaking into the floor. And that was...more disturbing, somehow.

She wanted-- It didn't matter what she wanted. She bit her lip and knelt beside the Death Eater--the man whose arm Ora had broken, and cast the simplest of bone-setting and binding spells. Even that took more effort than she believed possible. Everyone was probably staring at her, she thought; she wondered if they understood what she felt. Or was it too unfair of her to ask when she didn't understand herself? This tide of grief and...anger. How was she supposed to react, when someone whom she had trusted had lied about trusting her?

"Will those who were injured be all right?" she asked, not looking up.

"Don't you worry about that, dear," Mrs. Weasley said firmly, strained cheer in her voice. "Everyone's being taken care of. Now why don't you two make your way back and get some rest? I'm sure your friends will be getting back soon as well, if they're not already waiting for you there."

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Ora sighed with relief as Mrs. Weasley told them to go. She felt like her heart was still racing, but on the very edges of her awareness she was beginning to feel weariness creep up on her.

Turning to her friend, Ora breathed a sigh of relief. She and Lysienne had somehow managed to survive an encounter with two Death Eaters. Sure, she had fought them twice before, but here it suddenly seemed more real, with motionless bodies and unmasked faces before her. It was easy to throw a spell or a weapon at someone behind a mask, but what if it was someone she knew? Someone she had heard of? Someone related to a friend?

"Come on," Ora said, pushing those thoughts aside for the moment. She'd have plenty of time when the school term began again to worry about those things.

She drew out the Portkey that had taken whisked them here, and Lysienne too put a hand on it. The two girls looked back at Mrs. Weasley and Professor Lupin, who both seemed in turn to be waiting for the girls to disappear. What was the Order going to do with the Death Eaters now? Ora wondered. Imprison them? Kill them? That thought sent shivers down Ora's spine. She could not imagine neither the cheerful and warm Mrs. Weasley nor the quiet and gentle Professor Lupin raising a wand to kill another Wizard. Or maybe she could, Ora mused silently, studying her old Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and noting the hard set to his jaw, and the somberness in his gaze that made him look more tired, but also colder and harder than when she had last seen him.

Ora turned away quickly, and nodded to her friend. There were so many things to think about. Where to start?

"Wildcat," the two girls said together, and were pulled through the black to find themselves at the Burrow once more.