Fear. As a Gryffindor, I'm not supposed to feel it. I'm supposed to be brave. Handle any obstacle in my way. But it's the only thing I feel at the moment...
Weakness. A trait I should never possess. Never show. Never know. But it's the only thing I know at the moment...
Isolation. It's how I have been held these last twelve years. It's the only life I have lived in Azkaban. And it's the way I am being held at the moment. In isolation...
Hurried footsteps. Muffled voices. That's all I sporadically hear. I've had no visitors since my talk with the Headmaster. I confessed everything. Unburdened my soul. Which, according to him, will be my punishment. A fate worse than death. The Minister has declared it. The dreaded Dementor's Kiss...
Courage. I sit quietly as I try to muster some courage. Bottle my fear. I will attempt to hold my head high. To be a Gryffindor until the very end...
Solitary confinement. I contemplate my life. The decisions I made. I dwell on the immediate future. I wonder if it will hurt...
Harry. My mind wanders to my godson. I will never see him again. Never get another chance to embrace him. Never see him grow up. Get married. Have a family. I will never get to tell him how much I love him...
TAP. Loud noise penetrates my befuddled mind. I glance at the window. Then glance again. Surely I must be going mad. I stare out, seeing a most unusual sight. My godson Harry. And Hermione, his friend. On the back of a-Hippogriff? I rapidly blink. Multiple times. But sure enough, there they are. I watch Hermione aim her wand. The window springs open...
Beckoning. Hurried motions. I hop on. We rise up. Up to one of the towers of Hogwarts. My eyes take in the beautiful sight below me. My hazy brain registers one thought. One glorious, blissful thought...
I. Am. Free...