The year is 2199 and all seems still in wizarding England. Two hundred years have passed since the last major uprising that saw the demise of the Voldermort and his legion of Death Eaters to the wand of Potter and his followers. Since then the blood feud has settled with the race living side by side as equals once again. During this period the country had become reformed with the population living without a sense of fear from retribution from associating with muggles, even going as far as to engage in relationships with them in order to keep the wizarding race thriving.
None of this of course, would have been possible if it weren’t for the work of Potter. The boy who had risen through the ranks of the Ministry and taken charge of the Aurors Office leading Britain to be almost crime free. And then when the time came for the so pro-claimed “Chosen One” to retire, his very own son took the reins from him and then his son the same. Infact so many Potters had now held the crown of Head of The Aurors that it had became like the family business and thus the Potter name became enough to strike fear into the hearts of the would be criminals.
A safer Britain hadn’t only been achieved through the work of Potter though; Granger too had played her part. She put those brains of hers to use and created many marvellous concoctions including perfecting the Wolfsbane potion that stopped the drinker from transformation into their werewolf counterpart. Although, she did really have much choice but to pile her time into that project after husband Ron had been bitten during one of his brother’s explosive rages. The attack resulted in turning Ronald himself and with that the Weasley family were transformed from the loving bunch into a feared pack of wolves until the young witch achieved her task.
Evil was being vanquished right left and centre over the years as feared creatures became tame and skirmishes with the remaining survivors who believed in the old ways where won by the Ministry. As a true statement to how happy the wizarding world had become even the Dementors numbers had began to dwindle due to the lack of fear for them to feast and bread upon. With this depleted stock of readymade guards for Azkaban, Potter had no option but to look for an alternative option to keep his prisoners at bay.
The first method the newly appointed Potter tried was to install a wizarding guard to keep the island fortress secure. However even without their wands the criminals and murders that resided within the grounds claimed many lives of their captives. For without the physical drain of the Dementors breath their strength started to return. Fearing that his family’s work would be undone he acted quickly and ordered that the guard be doubled and the Dementors be reinstated to aid the wizards. This held the scum of the country at bay within the walls of Azkaban, but on the outside the drain on numbers in law enforcement began to show and petty crime rose.
The hard work of generations was beginning to crumble so making another rash decision the order was given to magically fortify Azkaban. Unspeakables set to work installing monitoring stations for guards and then cast their magic to keeping the villains within their constraints. All seemed to be going well in the passing months, the combination of Dementors and magical boundaries had done the trick. So the added level of security was reduced and the Aurors sent back to their task of patrolling the wizarding communities handing control back to the original keepers.
However all was not as rosy as it appeared from the outside, the Dementors had shown before that they could easily be tempted away from the life that the Ministry constrained them to live. And with the strength given back to fugitives by the catalogue of errors on Potter’s behalf a new allegiance was struck.
The following Monday morning a man was carelessly going about his daily routine and turned up for another day at the office when the first sight to greet his eyes told him that it wasn’t going to a week like any other in his life time. Hanging from the golden arrow of the centaur that filled the entrance hall was the lifeless body of Potter, the man responsible for sentencing so many to a lifetime of imprisonment, and the icon of hope to the country.
The Man didn’t move but stood in silence staring blankly at the rotating body of their leader. Minutes passed before anything happened but then it did all at once. The fire places around him erupted into life with screams coming from the emerald flames and a guard pushed through the crowd to the man that had sighted the hanging corpse of Potter first and spoke into the man’s ear. “Minister, they’ve all gone....Azkabans... empty.”