Epilogue ~ The Letter
Shasa Perino
A/N: This chapter actually made me shiver when I wrote it! I, personally, think that I am very much like Hermione, and it really made me feel, well, weird. I hope it has the same effect on you. (If you're a guy, well, tough.) Oh, yeah. This is written in letter format. Just to let ya know.
Dear Mummy and Daddy,
It has been ten days since I was put into my cell. I can't even begin to explain what it has been like here, but I will try. First, the food is horrible! Twice a day, the dementors give me week old soup, bread, and a glass of water. I get maybe five minutes of sleep each night, if that. Those awful dementors stand in front of my cell all the time, making it awfully hard to think of anything besides Ron, let alone sleep. Oh, gosh, I just want to come home! Please make it be a dream, an awful, horrible dream!
Mummy, you do remember that crook named Sirius Black that escaped from prison four years ago? Well, Harry, Ron, and I met him that year. He's actually a wizard, and an extremely nice one at that! He also happens to be Harry's godfather, but that's beside the point. Well, it turns out that he's innocent. He was framed, but the Ministry of Magic still has no proof, so they think he's guilty. If they catch him, they're going to do the most horrendous thing to him: give him the Dementor's Kiss. What happens is that the creature pulls down it's hood, locks it's mouth on the victim's face, and… Sucks out his soul. No, they don't kill the person. He's still alive, but he has no feeling, or… Or anything! You just sit there, helpless, for the rest of your life. The reason I'm telling you all of this is because there's been a lot of attention paid to Sirius's cell lately. And…
Oh, God, no. Sirius. He's being dragged in here. Oh, God. The dementor is lifting its hood and putting its face down to Sirius's. This can't be happening. It just can't! I'm trying to scream out to stop the dementor. It's working! It looked up and… Sent another dementor towards me. Sorry, Daddy, for swearing, but dammit. I forgot, we're not allowed to stop the Kiss. Dammit. They're…they're going to give me the Kiss. Oh, please, please let this be a dream! A dream, I tell you!
The dementor…just administered the kiss to Sirius. His figure slumped down to the ground, but I can still see his chest moving up and down. Now, now the dementor is lowering its hood again. It looks more repulsive than I thought possible. Its skin was grey, and it stretched over empty eye sockets. Its mouth was like a cavernous hole. It's breath smelled more putrid than ever before. I just want to curl up into a little ball and die, right this instant.
Love from,
Hermi--
A/N: Ooh, how awful! I actually got the idea from one of my reviewers, but I forget her pen name, so I apologize. I don't know how I was able to make it so sad, but I did. Hmph.