Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter, alright? Don't sue me!
A/N: I swear this is the last entry into A Sirius Crush on Moony's competition, but that doesn't mean I'll stop writing these. I do seem to enjoy writing about characters' deaths….
It's cold in here. Really cold. I wish I had a sweater. I don't think it would help, though. But still, the comfort of the sweater would be nice….
But, I need to get used to this. I will be spending the last month of my life here in this cold, desolate prison. The dementors swarm around us, trying to suck the life out of us.
This doesn't help at all with my condition. My frail body doesn't do well, as the happiness gets sucked out of my body. I only have a few weeks to live, but they will be lived here in Azkaban.
This was my choice, I know. I spent a long time considering this. I am happy with my decision, I remind myself, as I begin to doubt it. Will this actually work? Of course it will, we had thought of all the possible situations, and how to fix them if they go wrong.
The guards don't have brains, so it is quite easy to make a switch like this. I just hoped we brewed the Polyjuice Potion correctly. It's not difficult to brew, but I was still worried. Something could easily go wrong.
Barty is telling our son about the plan while I worry about everything that could go wrong. What if he gets discovered, after I'm dead. What happens then? We had pulled a lot my hair out this morning, in case of an emergency. You can't tell it's missing, because I'm old and losing my hair anyway.
"Hey, Mom," Barty Jr. says to me, knocking me out of my reverie.
"Yes, son?" I ask.
"It's time," he replies.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I'm not too afraid; at least I try to convince myself that I'm not. And, anyway, I can't back down now. I can't leave my husband by himself, with his wife dead, and his son stuck in Azkaban for life.
"I'm ready," I say in a quiet voice, as a tear drips down my face. I don't want to be left here, but it is what I must do, for the sake of the family.
I stand up and hug my husband for the very last time.
Then, I say good bye to my son. He is grateful for what I am doing for him. I am giving him a chance to live again. True, he has to be locked up in the house, but he is alive.
We both drink the potion with each other's hair, and become each other.
A few weeks later
These last few weeks have been tough on me. I am stuck in Azkaban with the dementors. I have always hated dementors, but I never knew how extreme their effects could be. As hard as I tried to remember the happy times, before my son got hauled off to Azkaban, for his Death Eater activities.
I always hated that he and my husband got involved in Voldemort's plans and dark ways. I knew it would hurt this family, and it did. But, they never listened to me. And look where we are all now.
I have been taking Polyjuice Potion every hour, on the hour. It has been working, but I am slowly running out. I don't know what I shall do when I run out. I need to look like my son when I die.
Today is a particularly bad day. The dementors' effect on me is getting worse and worse and worse. All I can do is worry and sob. Sob about missing my son, sob about missing my husband, sob about my condition, sob about Frank and Alice Longbottom, sob about the other people whose dreaded fates lead them to this horrid location.
I spend my entire day sobbing and sobbing and sobbing.
I finally lay down to sleep, and never wake up again.
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