It was a freezing, stormy night in Allan's cell

It was a freezing, stormy night in Allan's cell. He cuddled himself away from the window as some food was thrown into his cell. He picked up the food and starting to eat it slowly. Allan never cared what the food was. He grew to like all sorts of food. The good and the bad. For five years he had been experiencing the bad. He had enough. It was going to be soon before he broke out. He was going to find the man who made him come here.

Lucius Malfoy was always a cruel man. He along with other death eaters wiped out Allan's family at age 7. Allan always wondered how they killed his family. The dark lord fell 9 years before that. There was no point to the death of Allan's family. Allan then went on alone. People say he went mad. They say he was a danger to himself and others.

Allan remembered the one dreadful day he was sent to Azkaban. He didn't cry, laugh, or anything. He was speechless. Everyday in his cell since, he laughed as though he had gone mad. This would surely fool the others into thinking he WAS mad. They would never be prepared for his escape.

Allan had the chance last year. But if he left he would have had to join the death eaters and show Voldemort how truly powerful he was. Allan was gifted. All he needed was a wand and he could blow Azkaban up in single spell.

Allan slowly plotted his escape. It would fool the guards by hard. With all the dementors on Voldemort's side, this was going to be easier than Allan thought. He then heard pleading.

"No! Ya got the wrong man! NO! 'Twas the Imperias Curse! Please!!" Stan Shunpike screamed.

Allan this was his chance to steal a wand. There they were, locking Stan in his cell. Then Allan had to take a chance as they walked away.

"Wait." Allan said.

"What is it?" the guard said.

"I haven't had a paper in ages. Please let me have one." Allan answered.

The guard nodded and handed him a paper. Allan then took the chance and slowly grabbed his wand from his back pocket. He then stunned the guard as he fell over into the waters bellow.

"I hate to do that, but it's my only way out. May you rest in peace."

Allan was not evil. Not even close. He hated Voldemort and the Death Eaters more than anything. As he read the cover it showed Harry Potter with an article on him being the so called, 'Chosen One.' Also on the front was Stan Shunpike. The heading was, DEATH EATER PUT IN AZKABAN, Allan could tell Stan probably was not. He remembered riding the Knight Bus when he was six. It was probably one of the last fun things he did.

Allan then took the wand and erased one page of the prophet with a single whip of the wand. He then turned a stick on the floor to a quill that needed no ink. He was very gifted was Allan. Also lucky for him, the trance was not on him. By never going to Hogwarts, he never had the trace. Allan then began to plot out his plan to escape Azkaban. Of course he would have been front line news like Sirius Black. He really liked Black. He used to be in the cell next to him and gave him great advice. He also told Allan that he wasn't a murderer. Allan believed him.

Allan also wanted to kill one man besides Lucius, Cornelius Fudge. He stepped aside while Voldemort gained power. He did nothing. He ordered Allan to go to Azkaban instead of an Orphanage. Allan always told himself he was stupid. He should not have gone insane, but straight to to the ministry. That was the past Allan told himself. Time to focus on the future. In two weeks he will be far away from Azkaban. He will have to catch Harry, at Hogwarts. I