This is the sequel one-shot to Darkness, but it can stand on its own.
More Is Coming
I close my eyes again and escape the bars, float across the sea, across the distance that separates me from myself. Bobbing lazily in the ocean, harnessing the power of the Almighty ocean, protector and prison guard, for the One that is More, more than the ocean, more than the chains, the feeble bonds that keep me here, paper against the fury of the ocean to Him. One that will come for me.
The sound of metal on metal, jarring against the bars. Something More than a dementor? My eyes reluctantly open, unused to the foreign movement, and behind them, the Minister, standing on the other side with an expression of fearful disdain that answered my unspoken question. No. He is Less. A smirk dances across my cracked lips, my sunken eyes, flashing in perfect harmony to the Conductor's baton. The Conductor of this world, and the next. The Almighty. Fudge eyes me with pity, fear and suspicion still showing through his mask of certainty. The Minister. So ignorant, so weak. He would not look at me like that when he, too, knew what I knew. Pity was a detestable emotion. When Azkaban was broken open, when my Lord came for me, when He graced me with a wand and made me, too, More. More than the small little man standing in front of me, though he held a wand and I did not. Mudblood. My eyes carved the word across his unlucky face, the mask of filth. Fudge stepped back from the bars with a slight falter and made to move on to the rest of the cells.
I closed my eyes again with a smile.
I hoped he would scream when my Master came for me.