PROLOGUE

Roald Dahl had been a very brilliant Auror in his prime, if he may humbly say so himself.

He had been one of the minor troupe leaders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, inferior only to the Major Troupe Leaders, the Junior External Advisors, the Auror Captain, the External Advisor, and the Head of the DMLE. He and four unfortunate others from his troupe got transferred to guard duty due to the sudden rise of security caused by the increase of numbers in Azkaban.

Despite their protests about all the dementors that strolled within the prison, Millicent Bagnold, the previous Minister, had stubbornly insisted.

"Security must be uphold!" the Minister said, "Especially now that he is there."

It was the last order from Minister Bagnold before her untimely demise at the end of the Second Wizarding War, whom after which was replaced by his previous undersecretary Cornelius Fudge.

I still cannot understand how that bumbling fool was chosen, Dahl scoffed.

Well, he actually did, but that's not the point. Rumor has it that she suffered from depression after she was outvoted by the masses due to her 'incompetence', when You-Know-Who still ran his homicidal reign amidst her governing - in which Cornelius Fudge (Priorly an Auror of one of the troops) got promoted as her undersecretary when he became witness to Sirius Black's 'betrayal' to the Potters. She then suffered under depression and was killed under a raid while she was travelling. Her undersecratary, who was considered very much worthy given his participation in Black's capture, happily took the position over.

Ha! Had it not been for us, Fudge couldn't have layed a finger on Black. And Black, he spat Dahl then rose from his chair with a sigh and began his evening patrol. He held his wand tightly in front of him and warily looked around for dementors. When he found none, he released a breath of relief and relaxed slightly.

Dementors are dark creatures that feed on a human's happiness which causes great despair. A dementor's kiss sucks the soul from a human that reduces the person into a soulless and evil empty shell like itself.

The sound of his footsteps echoed along the dimly lit corridor and through the bars of the magically enhanced cells that surrounds him. The prison is a large building that resides in the deserted island of Azkaban. It is surrounded by heavy fog with dementors that hover in almost all corners of the island, as well as dangerous waves of water that crashes along the island's soil. Azkaban is covered by certain wards that makes it impossible for any person to pass through and makes it undetectable for outsiders.

The corridor was deathly quiet, which is a rarity, since most days it is filled with the crazed shrieks and desperate moans of the prisoners. How odd, Dahl thought as the cold winter air strengthened, brushing his skin and sending shivers up his spine.

He started checking each cell, right hand holding his wand and left hand clutching his alarm button inside his pocket. Finding the prisoners asleep at their cots or staring blankly into space, he reached the last cell at the end of the corridor.

He paused for a moment then tapped the metal bars thrice. The bars slowly unhinged itself from the ground and rose. Dahl gulped inaudibly, took a deep breath then stepped inside.

"Lumos Maxima," he murmured and a large ball of light descended to the ceiling.

As the room was illuminated, his eyes searched through the cell and looked past all the rock boulders. Where..? His forehead creased, suddenly having a foreboding feeling. His grip tightened on his wand then started to walk slowly further inside, not noticing the pair of dark eyes following his every move.

Dahl slowly reached the dark corner of the room with an old wooden cot hanged by metal chains. He squinted his eyes and his left arm moved to remove the dark bundle on top of the cot. As his fingers touched the bundle, a sharp sound suddenly erupted behind him.

His head snapped at attention, when suddenly a dark figure pounced on him, making him slip and fall. The creature in top of him was large, with ebony colored fur and has sharp claws that dug onto his thighs and shoulder.

His mouth started to form into a scream, but as his head hit the floor with a loud crack, darkness engulfed his vision and he knew no more.