A/N:This year is very short as well, but it initiates another phase in our plot. This year is written entirely by me! lol. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer:HP does not belong to me! Come people haven't I said it enough times? Why doesn't it get through? LOL!
January 31st, 1988
I wonder just how long I can stay here. It's like hell... a cold unfeeling world that surrounds my very being. I wonder... has anyone ever been able to make it out? Had anyone ever tried? How could they with such vigilant charges roaming about? However, I cannot help to think that there is a way. I am a wizard and yet why can I not perform the tasks of muggle "magicians", to impossibly liberate myself from a terrible box? Now is the time to think of escape. Trapped in a cage of granite and steel, I am slowly loosing myself. I need to become an escape artist... yes. Deceit... can it work on Dementors?
Sirius
Written by: Burning Artist
April 24th, 1988
The way they drag me about like cattle is secretly a blessing. I've been moving quite a bit since I began to devise my plan. Taking the time to no longer transform into a dog has rekindled the flame that burns within the soulless encasements of the Dementors. They feel me and feed on me again and again… but I withdraw to that beastly body once I begin to truly feel weak. It is enough however, for they continue to increase my security. They watch over me… and haunt my very soul thinking that after all these years I am finally giving in! Fools, with this will of steel I stare at their dark faces while hiding a devious laugh. I am truly beginning to know every corridor, every step, every brick, and every spider as if remembering my own home. I passed by a window today. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! I saw azure skies, titanium clouds and the thunderous crash of the breaking tide. I am a prisoner just like the count of Monte Cristo, the only muggle book I ever read. How ironic that we are living in the same world, caught in a prison for a crime we did not commit. Yes, the similarities are uncanny but perhaps I can use his experience to my own advantage… perhaps… I can escape.
Sirius
Written by: Burning Artist
August 18, 1988
They say patience is a virtue. They say every horizon has a silver lining. Well, like the horrors that seep through these walls I will invisibly creep with my hope intact and my beliefs about me. However, determination and dignity do not always go hand and hand for my plan involves the lack of one of those virtues. I have thought long and hard and have reflected upon the realities of this obscure world. When the prisoner's bodies are spent, when the life and happiness has been sucked dry from these living wax statues where do they go? Where do the dead shells find their final resting place? Wherever it is, it's outside these walls. So my plan, taken from the pages of an innocent such as I, will try to convince these sightless demons that I am no longer of any use to them. And bring myself to near death to do so for nothing in this world is worth living out this pitiless life in a dank fortress of sadness. I will begin my plan soon… very soon…
Sirius
Written by: Burning Artist