Expect the unexpected
By serious black 1982
It was a cold winters evening in the boys dormitory at Hogwarts, school of witch craft and wizardry. I myself have never written a story such as this. As I sit here curled up, alone in this damp, cold, wet prison cell. I continue to write about Ron weasley and Hermione granger. As of now I have decided to start at the very beginning from where it all happened, as you may know I am one of Harry potter's advanced guardians, serious black I was kept a prisoner in Azkaban for a very prolix time. Until now I remain here in Azkaban, where dementors roam the hallways, where ear-deafening shrieks can be heard from miles away and where the most powerful and fowl wizards are locked up and never heard from again. But I am not here to write those kinds of stories, I have done something very pensive just to be able to write this story I am writing, and you must not tell anybody about this tale no one no none at all…