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I unconsciously clenched my fist as the visions and icy coldness from the Dementors started up again, bringing up images of green light, screaming, pleading and insane laughter and then silence before starting up again, then again, again, again. Over and over until this particularly vindictive warden made me scream in fright and pain alike. Only then did the bitch move from my cell to the next, to which I heard screaming almost immediately.
I smirked to myself at the thought that I had lasted longer without submitting than the stranger in the prison room next to mine. I use the word 'Prison' lightly, it was more of a hell on earth where they dump all the baddies that they didn't want to deal with, the people that bribed enough to not get kiss of death, but also not enough to get off scratch free.
Then there were the people in here that got thrown in here because some old man decided to give them mercy, if that's what that bastard calls this.
I was an example of the latter.
I sneered as I thought of all the people who betrayed me, I had to stop thinking of them just to soothe my anger a miniscule amount. I will never know how Sirius could look Moony in the eye and forgive him. Funnily enough, mine and Sirius' stories almost match up identically. I was sent in here on false charges also, like Sirius. Betrayed by a prehistoric geezer with a much too long beard too, like Sirius, but there were also some major differences.
He forgave and forgot, I will maim and slaughter. He had a Animagus form to protect him, I don't. He was in here for 12 years, I'm bordering on my 13th. One final difference too. When he got out of hell, he was relatively sane... Well… Nothing a good night's rest and some food and water wouldn't fix, but me?
I'm completely bat-shit insane. And I love it!
The guard standing watch outside maximum security Cell Number Seven shivered in fear when they heard a deep sounding cackle slowly getting higher and more hysteric, finally ending with a crazed, insane yet oddly sibilant and melodic voice yelling to the world for everyone to hear, "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Harry is going to find you whether you like it or not!"
