Previously
When he walked past other prisoners they backed away in fear because he made then feel bad about themselves, they didn't remember the horrible things they had done and experienced but that was because had hadn't been influence by the dementors enough to become one, yet.
It was a cold and wet day outside again and Harry couldnt help but feel miserable, he had only ever had a completley sunny day 9 times, and he had been living at Azkaban for nearly 9 years. His guardian, Healer Jodie was beginning to pack her things, a silent river of tears trailling down her face in a steay wave, she was packing things the muggle way to give her an extra few minutes with the boy she had come to love as her own.
"Now Harry I want you to understand that I will always love you but I'm not allowed to stay here, okay."
"I understand completely Jorzza" said Harry using his pet name for Jordie one last time.
Harry stood behind a black set of iron bars, mold hanging off them, to see his only human friend leave him, he was luckey he supposed that he had made friends with the dementors, they were kind to him, understood him in a way Jordie couldn't.
Harry waved good bye to the massive container ship as it sailed away from him to Great Brittian, even though the logical part of his brain told him it was extremly unlikely that Jordie would actully see him waving to her, but the emotional part of him didn't care, the woman he saw as his mother was leaving and their was nothing he could do about it.