I sat, on the floor of my cell in Azkaban, weak and tired. This would be
the perfect time for Voldemort to strike, when his enemy was sitting,
helpless, staring at a stone wall in Azkaban. I hated the place, and every
time a dementor walked past, I shivered. I felt guilty. Harriet had come to
me for help, to escape, and I had failed. There was a slim chance that she
had escaped, but it was highly unlikely.
A voice, a human voice startled me. I hadn't heard a human for three weeks and five days, since I had been imprisoned here. It was Wormtail, Pettigrew, Peter, the traitor who had betrayed Lily and James and left Harry an orphan, Peter who at school I had helped when he was teased and miserable. I hated him now. But what was he doing here? Then he walked closer and I saw him. He saw me to.
"Master." he said
"Not now, Wormtail," said the high. cold voice belonging to Voldemort. He had come to get the dementors to join him.
"But Master," said Wormtail, "I think you will be interested to see this particular prisoner." He was looking very smug. He was sure his Master would be pleased with him.
"Oh, yes" said Voldemort. "Well, I never expected to see you in here, Dumbledore. What's happened? Why is the mighty powerful mudblood loving fool in Azkaban?" He sneered at me, but I wasn't going to loose my temper. He wasn't worth it, I convinced myself.
"It's none of your business" I said, trying to keep calm, but really I was terrified. People always said that I was so brave and fearless and wise, but really I was afraid. I just stayed calm, and tried to control the fear.
" None of my business is it?" he sneered "Well, I've been waiting a long time to get you, Dumbledore" he pointed his wand at me and muttered "Crucio" Immediately I was in terrible pain. Finally he stopped, he beckoned over a dementor, who lowered its hood, revealing grey scabby skin, empty eye sockets and a huge mouth which seemed to constantly be sucking in air, never breathing out.
I was weak, weaker than ever after the cruciatus curse, and I had no wand, but some magic does not need a wand and I was able to do a spell, which contacted the members of the Order of the Pheonix, an ancient society devoted to protecting the world against the dark forces. It also allowed my pheonix, Fawkes who had been with the Order for many years to enter Azkaban. Pheonixes can carry heavy loads and so I held tightly to a talon and was lifted over the heads of the shocked Wormtail and Voldemort. They were doubtlessly shocked that I escaped, but the answer to what wizards wear under their robes might also be a reasonable explaination!
When I got back to my office Mundungus, Arabella, Sirius, and Remus were already waiting for me.
"I'm sorry about calling this meeting at such short notice, but it's urgent! Voldemort has Azkaban!" They all gasped, and glanced around. "We have to protect Harry from him. He'll have to stay inside the school as much as possible, and Harriet will have to be kept safe in Hogwarts. Voldemort has always tried to twist D..." I had to stop myself saying 'Dark Creatures' "What are commonly believed to be evil creatures, onto his side" I knew what Remus was thinking. I remembered that day, when Voldemort had confronted him, but Remus had escaped....
Remus Lupin was eighteen. He had recently left Hogw arts, where I was headmaster. He was one of my more brilliant pupils, he could have gone on to do great things, if it were not for the lycanthropy. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. I knew that werewolves were not evil, that what he did, what he was, at the full moon was nothing to do with the real Remus, but most wizards didn't understand. They prefered, and still do, to think of werewolves as monsters, creatures of nightmares, it made things simple: werewolves were bad, they took it as a fact. They were so blind, they couldn't see that Remus was a normal intelligent human being, most of the time.
Lord Voldemort was one of the many who believed werewolves to be evil. He wasn't afraid of them, he knew he was evil himself, but he was proud of it. He believed that werewolves were naturally evil, that it was in their nature, even in their human form, so he wanted them to join him. Naturally some did, he convinced them that they were 'Dark Creatures' that he would let them have rights, like the other so called 'normal' wizards. Some believed him, and joined him, thinking they had no other alternative. Eventually he approached Remus Lupin.
A voice, a human voice startled me. I hadn't heard a human for three weeks and five days, since I had been imprisoned here. It was Wormtail, Pettigrew, Peter, the traitor who had betrayed Lily and James and left Harry an orphan, Peter who at school I had helped when he was teased and miserable. I hated him now. But what was he doing here? Then he walked closer and I saw him. He saw me to.
"Master." he said
"Not now, Wormtail," said the high. cold voice belonging to Voldemort. He had come to get the dementors to join him.
"But Master," said Wormtail, "I think you will be interested to see this particular prisoner." He was looking very smug. He was sure his Master would be pleased with him.
"Oh, yes" said Voldemort. "Well, I never expected to see you in here, Dumbledore. What's happened? Why is the mighty powerful mudblood loving fool in Azkaban?" He sneered at me, but I wasn't going to loose my temper. He wasn't worth it, I convinced myself.
"It's none of your business" I said, trying to keep calm, but really I was terrified. People always said that I was so brave and fearless and wise, but really I was afraid. I just stayed calm, and tried to control the fear.
" None of my business is it?" he sneered "Well, I've been waiting a long time to get you, Dumbledore" he pointed his wand at me and muttered "Crucio" Immediately I was in terrible pain. Finally he stopped, he beckoned over a dementor, who lowered its hood, revealing grey scabby skin, empty eye sockets and a huge mouth which seemed to constantly be sucking in air, never breathing out.
I was weak, weaker than ever after the cruciatus curse, and I had no wand, but some magic does not need a wand and I was able to do a spell, which contacted the members of the Order of the Pheonix, an ancient society devoted to protecting the world against the dark forces. It also allowed my pheonix, Fawkes who had been with the Order for many years to enter Azkaban. Pheonixes can carry heavy loads and so I held tightly to a talon and was lifted over the heads of the shocked Wormtail and Voldemort. They were doubtlessly shocked that I escaped, but the answer to what wizards wear under their robes might also be a reasonable explaination!
When I got back to my office Mundungus, Arabella, Sirius, and Remus were already waiting for me.
"I'm sorry about calling this meeting at such short notice, but it's urgent! Voldemort has Azkaban!" They all gasped, and glanced around. "We have to protect Harry from him. He'll have to stay inside the school as much as possible, and Harriet will have to be kept safe in Hogwarts. Voldemort has always tried to twist D..." I had to stop myself saying 'Dark Creatures' "What are commonly believed to be evil creatures, onto his side" I knew what Remus was thinking. I remembered that day, when Voldemort had confronted him, but Remus had escaped....
Remus Lupin was eighteen. He had recently left Hogw arts, where I was headmaster. He was one of my more brilliant pupils, he could have gone on to do great things, if it were not for the lycanthropy. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. I knew that werewolves were not evil, that what he did, what he was, at the full moon was nothing to do with the real Remus, but most wizards didn't understand. They prefered, and still do, to think of werewolves as monsters, creatures of nightmares, it made things simple: werewolves were bad, they took it as a fact. They were so blind, they couldn't see that Remus was a normal intelligent human being, most of the time.
Lord Voldemort was one of the many who believed werewolves to be evil. He wasn't afraid of them, he knew he was evil himself, but he was proud of it. He believed that werewolves were naturally evil, that it was in their nature, even in their human form, so he wanted them to join him. Naturally some did, he convinced them that they were 'Dark Creatures' that he would let them have rights, like the other so called 'normal' wizards. Some believed him, and joined him, thinking they had no other alternative. Eventually he approached Remus Lupin.