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He watched it scurry about the cold stoned floors halting at his feet, starting to nibble through the already ripped soles of his boot.
"Fuck off," he cursed, attempting to shake the scruffy rodent free from his leg as it clambered on.
He pulled back his messy hair that had been unwashed for god knows how long, behind his ears and watched the pest as it scuttled away.
How long had it been? 6 months? 9 months? A year? Maybe more.
He'd lost track of time after a while and who wouldn't after sleepless nights surrounded by the roaming bloodcurdling dementors that robbed the very warmth of the atmosphere and the countless cries and shrieking escaping from the cells.
There he rested amongst the dirt and rubble, carelessly on the corner of the cell, slouching with his legs sprawled, draped in a black dusty cloak.
This was not a stance you would usually find him that was, before he ended up in here.
In his godforsaken, deserted cell almost suffocating with nothing but the breeze that was felt each time a dementor had glided past.
He stared blankly through the heavy iron vertical bars that enclosed him, his eyelids gradually falling to rest.
Why hadn't anyone come for him? Was he a lost cause, useless and forgotten? Where were his fellow deatheaters as they left him to rot here in the depths of Azkaban? How could the Dark Lord leave him be?
"No… please no!"
Footsteps.
Possibly a young girl screaming and pleading with her pitiful cries.
Footsteps. Heavier.
And they halted.
At the front of his cell as they unlocked the rusty chains that kept him in.
This woke him up while two large unsightly men tossed a little limp body with him like that of a child throwing their stuffed toy recklessly around the room.
Her legs and hands slammed severely on the ground preventing her face from hitting and getting brutally harmed.
Her dark curls spilled out before her as her tear-stained face hovered merely an inch above the tip of an old black boot with ripped soles.
Her body shaking at the throbbing pain she was suffering she could still manage to slowly look up at the familiar man observing her.
He brushed a strand of his long blonde hair that curtained his face to reveal himself.
And then she fell flat,
Into a long awaited sleep.