Today was a good day for the prisoners of Azkaban. The dementors were fairly occupied and they were free momentarily from their madness. Though sometimes that made the return onslaught even worse in comparison.

The Ministry of Magic had worked out a deal with the Muggle World centuries ago about the placement of Azkaban Prison. It was in the middle of the ocean with several charms to keep it off their maps and tracking devices confused.

It wasn’t the Ministry’s fault that the muggles had forgotten about the agreement with the invention of airplanes. The dementors were happy at least.