HARRY POTTER AND THE AZAKABAN PRISONER'S.
*CHAPTER 1*
In a dreary island were waters were cold and dead, where the stench of decay permeated the air, no plants grew nor any wildlife present, the air itself suffocating..lay the Azkaban prison. The prison, a dark dreary building laid with hundreds of prisoners from top floor to bottom. The guardians of the place were the wraith like creatures called the dementors who sucked all happiness out of the prisoners. Only thing left was the stench of misery in the air...
On a particular day, the Minister of magic Cornelius Fudge was doing his yearly rounds of the wizardry prison. The rotund man with his personal guards of aurors were in the top most section, where the most dangerous of criminals were kept namely Bellatrix Lestrange –the most deranged and fanatic follower of the Dark Lord and Sirius Black mass murderer and betrayer of the Potters.
"Black! How do you like your stay at Azkaban, traitor?" came the smug voice of the Minister puffing his chest, "Peachy minister, thanks for your hospitality. Although the bed is way too soft." said the sarcastic reply from the prisoner. The minister's facer turner red with anger as sniggers could be heard from the aurors. The minister in his anger threw the Daily prophet in his hand at the prisoner and waddled out of the room with his security guards. Nobody saw him reading the newspaper but if anyone looked in the cell they would find Sirius black chanting again and again, "he's at Hogwarts." For the next few days the chanting continued and it penetrated the one whose mind was in disarray and caused one thought to take firm hold, "he's at Hogwarts, need to go to Hogwarts, need to get out..." It would cause a major uproar in the wizardry society when the news of the escape of the dangerous criminal Bellatrix Lestrange would reach its ears. This would be soon followed by news of the escape of Sirius Black as well.
Harry potter was having a bad day. It has been a few days into the summer holidays and his so called family had given him a list of chores to be done from mowing the garden to painting the fence. And ever since he had killed the basilisk he had been feeling bouts of burning pains through his body in intervals. He had not thought too much as it has become a minor discomfort now. No, the reason for his bad day was because of the news that his aunt Marge Dursley, his ever ready tormentor and her dog Ripper were going to stay at Privet Drive for a few days. He had been working weeding the garden when his Aunt's voice penetrated his thoughts, "Boy! Go to the bakery and get some brown bread." "Yes, Aunt Petunia." Came the monotone voice of one Harry potter as he took the offered money and started on his way to the bakery.
On his way to the bakery he began to think about the past year which he spent at his school Hogwarts. He remembered the crazy elf Dobby who had a dangerous obsession of trying to save his life in the dodgiest ways possible. He also met another pet of Hagrid's Aragog. Then there was the mystery of CHAMBER OF SECRETS and the meeting with a younger Voldermort aka Tom Riddle who kept a 60 feet pet basilisk. Man, was Voldermort was compensating. Maybe that's why he turned dark because he couldn't get any of the pretty birds, who knew...Just as he was thinking the thought the sound of screeching tyres was heard. As he turned towards the noise he came over a situation were a small girl was trying to catch a black cat unaware of the car coming it's way.