All aurors had checked in to their assigned posts on time and it was as any day towards the end of September should have gone. Nothing amiss. Business as usual. Even the prisoners seemed calmer this day...

The history books and papers, however, would look back on on the 24th of September, 2101 with entirely different regard.

There was no warning. No indication of anything amiss. Nothing to warn the aurors of the series of explosions that took place, blowing away walls, doors off their hinges, and allowing a WHOOSH of icy cold air from the OUTSIDE that SWOOSHED through the cells and stone corridors of Azkaban. The bone chilling draft was enough to cause even the most capable of wizard to still, to feel the goosebumps form and hairs raise on the back of their neck.

Pure chaos ensued. Some were recaptured. Many were not. And none noticed a handful of figures fleeing the scene towards the cliff. A series of green flashes later and only two departed the scene. The others fell limply into the raging ocean below.

Azkaban was compromised, it's walls resembling that of Swiss cheese in some places, and then came the roar of the prisoners' as they celebrated their release.