Like it says on the label, this is a series of short oneshots, no story over 1000 words.
This one is a perfect drabble (exactly 100 words).
Lord Voldemort cackled as he and his Death Eaters flew into Azkaban. Soon, the rest of his followers would be free to serve him. Moreover, the prison's cadre of Dementors would also be joining his ranks. They would be a powerful asset, indeed.
As the Dark Lord lit upon the ground, he noticed the lack of resistance. His Death Eaters were looking around, obviously pondering the same question. Where were the Aurors?
Detection charms revealed no human life signs, and the guard towers were deserted. Only a large crate stood in the middle of the courtyard.
The tactical nuke exploded.