He sat against the walls of the room he was stuck in, staring blankly at the cell bars. Fat lot of good that did him, there was only blackness on the other side of those bars. No, that was not completely true; there was something far worse than the dark out there. Dementors.
Azkaban was crawling with them, the foulest monsters on earth. That was where he was now, for something that wasn't even his doing. He was an innocent man, something he had tried to explain but no one would listen.
There was no point in thinking about that now; there was no hope for him. He was stuck here for the rest of his life. Well unless one of those Dementors was "kind" enough to give him a little sugar. Some days he would almost take a Dementor's kiss over this life.
He shied shaking his head trying to clear his thoughts, and went back to looking past those cell bars. He had nothing better do after all.
Off in the distance a light shone, it was nothing more than a pinprick at the moment, but it was still there. He gawked at it a moment before realizing that it was moving in his direction.
He stood and managed his way to those bars to try to get a better look at what was coming. What he saw was not was he was expecting
It was a dog; well it looked like a dog. Except it was made of a sliver light, solid in appearance but yet transparent at the same time, but that was not what shocked him, the fact was it was like seeing a ghost of him. In his fifth year at school, he and two others had become Animagus, he himself had become large, shaggy black dog, and that silvery thing was the spitting image of him.
The dog came to a stop in front of his cell, its metallic eyes boring into him. A million things seemed to run though his mind. Like 'Is that me?' or 'Am I dead?' and 'Well if I really dead, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.'
Then he heard the sound of footsteps just as he realized what he was seeing. This dog was not a ghost and it certainly was not him, and he was definitely alive – well as alive as you could be at least – this thing was a patronus, and someone was coming his way.