Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as it is the property of JKR
Author's Note: This story is set after the end of Deathly Hallows (before the epilogue). Is just after the Battle of Hogwarts.
Locked Away
It was all over.
The Battle of Hogwarts had been the battle which ended everything, and one Antonin Dolohov was back where he belonged. The cold, lonely confines of an Azkaban cell.
As he sat there - imprisoned for the 3rd (and what would be the final) time - various thoughts swam through his head
The Dark Lord was dead.
Dead. Ha! It could not be! The Chief Death Eater could not be dead!
It would be just like before - when that damned Potter boy, at the age of 1, had supposably gotten rid of the Dark Lord. The wizarding world all thought he'd gone, but he knew.
Dolohov and the others knew, and most certainly hoped, that he would be back.
He came back then, so what was there to say that Potter hadn't messed something up, and he couldn't come back again?
The Dark Lord wouldn't leave his faithful followers to rot in jail cells.
He'd back be back. Dolohov was sure of it.
And in the meantime, he'd remain locked up, waiting for his dark mark to burn.
