The Unity of Opposites.
Prologue
That night was a little bit different than usual. The rain was echoing in the dark. Waves were covering the silent sea and someone could only see the foam that had replaced the dark blue waters. The cold wind could easily froze your bones. The waves maniacally touching the surface of the tower that stood tall and unbreakable, in the middle of the wild sea – the only place in the whole Wizarding World that no one would like to go in.
The stone walls still looked unattached from the amount of water. All around the cloudy sky, Dementors were flying making sure that no one would leave that place. Their dead nature kept them awake for ever.
In a small, sightless cell with no door or windows, hidden well down in the bottom of the sea, where Azkaban was, in a forbidden area of the tower, there was a kneeling man. His hands were in cuffs hanging on air, attached to the walls, by big, heavy, iron chains that Kingsley had brought from the Muggles. All around the chains, there was a thick black dust, something that Severus Snape had discovered for that specific prisoner.
His legs were covered in another black dust, so he could feel paralyzed all the time. His long dark hair was covering his face, something that he hated. His eyes were full of anger and madness, but still shinning in the dark.
He breathed in and out trying to relax himself. His eyes scanned the room to see if he was missing something. Five years in that cell, he had memorized ever brick and slot in the walls – every emotion. He now knew that he was full of anger and terror.
He hated being in there, treated like an animal, and he promised to himself that he would run after that little bitch who put him in, and take his revenge.
He started to mumble a long lost spell, and he took a big breath, taking in all the thick black dust from his chains. His head started to feel dizzy and his eyes turned black after some seconds of breathing. His chest was burning by the time he finished. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again there were back to his normal color.
He let his breath out, pointing it to his iron holds. The chains started to melt and his hands fell to his sides. He was feeling numb and he took his time trying to catch his breath from the spell. He had to use magic in some time now and he was feeling rather weak.
He stayed there, his hands still numb, trying to put his mind in order. He spoke the spell one more time and breathed in all the dust that was in his legs.
His body fell on the wet floor making a sound. He had no control of his arms and legs. He closed his eyes in defeat and tried to move his fingers. When that failed his eyes made contact with the melted iron that was on the floor next to him.
He mumbled something again and it turned into water. He was feeling dizzy by the lack of magic use and the strength of the spell. He licked some of the drinkable water and passed out.
He didn't knew how long he was sleeping, but when he opened his eyes, he could move his legs and arms. He tried to stand up, but he was feeling weak. He put himself on the wall, and he felt his back hurting against the wet stone. He breathed in and out multiple times trying to find his strength. His hands were still numb, but at least he could move them. He put his fingers to his stern missing the feeling of the necklace he used to wear.
His jaw tighten and he stood up with determination. He was feeling angry with himself. How did he fell for her charm and allowed her to lock him in? He tighten his fist. Inside him there was still some of the dust that he removed from his legs earlier. He was full of anger at that point and he breathed out the dust pointing one of the walls.
The cold water busted in his cell from the hole he created and he started to panic. He didn't knew he was under the water. He extended his arms feeling the victorious cold water covering his half naked body. Even if he wasn't strong enough, he apparate moments before the Dementors reached his cell.
The Gullible Demon had been escaped.