Zairah waited outside the dark gates of Azkaban patiently, a dark feeling of foreboding all but engulfing her. Jeremy, the stone-faced human guard returned with a large black key. "Which prisoner?" he asked gruffly. She took in a breath to fight her shaking voice, then said, "Sirius Black. He was brought in yesterday." The guard gave her a strange look, but inserted the key into one of the twelve locks on the enchanted gate. A few mechanical sounds reverberated from the inside, then the gate groaned open. Zairah started forward, but Jeremy caught her roughly by the wrist. "Wait." Two dementors glided out of the compound and began circling the two. Zairah closed her eyes and listened as horrible words resounded through her head. Please go away, she thought, please, please. Instant silence told her they were gone. The guard stepped between her and the entrance. "Deplaco." He said, pointing his wand at her. She watched her wand, pocketknife and keys fly towards him. "I'll keep these." He said with a sneer, putting the objects in his pocket. Zairah's lips tightened, but she followed him silently into the compound.