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Sirius Black snapped awake, totally torqued off at the Wizarding world.
Examining his hands he saw that the hidden Heir's Ring, that the Aurors had been unable to find, had morphed into the Lord's Ring. So Arcturus had passed to the next world.
He had been, if not content, resigned to waiting for justice to take it's long slow course, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, as the months had passed, several guards who thought to enliven their stays here by torturing him had disappeared … totally. No bodies, no robes, no effects. No magical signatures either.
Few remembered that before it was gifted to the Ministry, Azkaban had been a Black property, and like all such, had the infamous Black Wards tied into immensely powerful ley lines far below. The wards were at war strength, something he could do, even as Heir, and the "intent ward" had first killed those who would harm him, and then removed the trash, leaving him with their effects … money, jewelry, wand(s), anti-dementor amulets, etc. The Ministry wards were barely icing on the cake.
His cell was the last on that side and because of the staggering of the doors, no clear view existed from any other. So even the other prisoners did not see the suddenly dead bodies, or their disappearances.
With the first wand he obtained, he had created his own hidey hole for such booty and no search had come close to the false stone behind the notice-me-not charm. Since prisoner torture was not on the assigned task lists, the missing Aurors were just another legend of the prison's mythology.
Paranoid bunch that they were, the Blacks always had a "back door" into and out of their own wards, known only to the Lord. Now that was Sirius, and he grinned at the little surprise he had waiting for them.
Collecting his booty from the cache, he used the overwhelming power of the wards to unlock his cell, and relock it behind him. He also reset the Intent Wards for all transiting Death Eaters ... to "lethal, eventually" ... surprise!
From the hall he apparated down to a hidden and sealed off room beneath to prison. Although transportation wards kept you from entering or leaving, you could move about within them. Another overlooked fact.
From there he strolled down a passageway to reach a second room, outside the wardline. After construction all connections to this little area had been sealed and forgotten.
From inside the second room, Sirius concentrated and then apparated to a Black cottage many miles from the seashore. He had never been here before, but the Ring knew. He also knew that all such contained catches of food, medical supplies, clothing and weapons.
After eating as much as his stomach could tolerate, even with potions help, he apparated away to his next stop with the thought … "Harry, I'm coming!"