The airship Excalibur roared over the North Sea, cloaked from both magic and satellite. Inside, Harry stood at the helm, eyes fixed on Azkaban's silhouette in the mist.
"They left my godfather to rot," he said, voice cold. "Time to end that."
Echo growled in agreement. Argent perched nearby, ready to burn down half the island if needed.
Within the hold, three elite goblin operatives loaded enchanted plasma rounds into rune-etched rifles. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood by, led by Maria Hill herself, assigned to Harry after Nick Fury reviewed the files from Hogwarts.
"Operation Black Phoenix, greenlit," Hill said. "You're cleared for entry. You sure you want to do this personally?"
"I always finish what Dumbledore starts," Harry replied.
Azkaban – Lower Levels
The Dementors sensed something wrong long before the blast door blew open.
Silver flame scorched their incorporeal forms. Echo slashed through shadow. Harry advanced, a glowing sword of pure magic—Excaliburn—radiating divine fury in one hand, wand in the other.
The prisoners whispered his name in awe.
At the bottom, surrounded by darkness and filth, was Sirius Black. Thin, grimy, but eyes still blazing with defiance.
When he saw Harry, he staggered back. "James…?"
Harry stepped forward. "No. I'm his son. And your godson. The real one."
Sirius blinked. "Harry?"
Harry raised his wand and shattered the magical chains. "We're going home."
Behind them, the fortress began to collapse. No one mourned.
Later – Hogwarts Infirmary
Madam Pomfrey wept when she saw Sirius. McGonagall demanded answers. Dumbledore—now magically imprisoned in the dungeons—had none.
Sirius sat in a soft chair by the fire in Harry's private quarters, freshly bathed, dressed in clothes gifted by goblins, holding a mug of firewhisky.
"So," Sirius said slowly. "You're the heir of… what was it again?"
Harry ticked them off on his fingers. "The Founders, the Potters, the Blacks, Merlin, Arthur, Olympus, Asgard, the Avengers, and the X-Men."
Sirius blinked.
"Oh, and I own Jurassic Park."
Sirius blinked again. "You what?!"
"Also, I have a raptor. Her name's Echo."
At that moment, the raptor padded into the room and jumped into Sirius' lap like a dog.
"…I've been in prison too long," Sirius muttered.
Harry grinned. "Nah. You're just in time for the war."