A year later, spending almost 2 years trapped inside the dreary prison, things had become better since Fudge had been ousted, partially because dementors fled to the Dark Lord's side. Now the prison being guarded by 1 Warden and 10 junior level Aurors. The food was still shit, and the aurors had their regular dose of fun occasionally heckling one of the prisoners. It was a particularly stormy night and one of the boats ferrying between the mainland and Azkaban had taken shelter at the island dock, though no one dared stay out in such weather. All of a sudden, few pops saw 13 people in Death-Eater robes and mask on the island. Amidst the roaring thunder and pouring storm, the death eaters attacked the prison and easily killed and immobilized the guards. The cell doors were blasted off for all the captured Death Eaters. Lucius, Dolohov, Crabbe, Lestrange brothers and six other Death Eaters rushed to their comrades, and left taking port-keys to the safety of the Dark Lord's lair. None really noticed the walls to Malfoy's adjacent cell had been destroyed enough to push open the cell.