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Here is the second chapter.

Oh yeah, English is not my mothertongue, so it's kinda difficult for me to write stories in the English language. Please note that if you read my fics. I'm doing my best...

However, if there are TERRIBLE mistakes, just let me know; I will survive flames...


Chapter 2 – The visitor

The heavy door to my section opens with a long creaky sound.

Then I hear footsteps.

Footsteps.

A dementor? No, they don't walk, they don't make a sound at all when they're moving.

Who is it, then?

The tapping sound of the footsteps is coming closer.

Closer...

And then it stops.

A man. The shape of a human being. The shape of something I haven't seen for a long time.

The darkness doesn't allow me to see the person clearly, however.

A few seconds of silence pass.

Then the man begins to speak in a low, monotone voice.

„Prisoner Harry Potter, you have a visitor. You are allowed to leave your cell for fifteen minutes"

I know that voice, I've heard it before.

But that's not important.....

A visitor.

Someone is here to see me. Someone has come to this island of doom to visit Harry Potter, the ‚second hand of the Dark Lord'.

The man –he's hooded- opens my door and for the first time since I was put in here I can leave my dark cell.

„Please follow me" the man says in his monotone voice.

My legs are hurting when I walk beside the man. Well, I practically haven't used them for a year.

He leads me out of my section into a corridor I haven't seen before. Well, how could I have? When I look around I notice two dementors. Patroulling. Torturing the still sane minds in this prison.

I don't even show any visible reaction anymore when they're near me. I've gotten used to their dark aura by now. Of course, my mind still reacts. As long as you have not passed the point of insanity your mind screams in pain whenever dementors, the creatures of hell, are near you...

I suddenly notice that the man hasn't put any bounding charm onto me.

He hasn't even his wand out...

What is going on? I'm supposed to be one of the most dangerous criminals in the wizarding world, probably almost as feared as Voldemort himself, so why am I here walking beside a man –probably an auror-, who obviously doesn't even think of the possibility that I'd try to hurt him or escape?

My thinking is interrupted when the man turns his head to me.

„The visitor is waiting in this room" he says while he's nodding to a large wooden door, his eyes fixed on me.

I can see his face now, but I don't recognize him.

Wait!

Auror.... Order of the Phoenix... Yeah...

„Kingsley Shacklebolt?" I ask him. My voice sounds like the one of an eighty-year-old man. Azkaban changes everything.

The man nods slowly.

Before I can say another word he steps towards the door and opens it.

„Go now"

With a last glance on the Auror I enter the room.

In the middle of the room is a small table with two chairs beside it. One of them is taken.

I stop in my tracks and my eyes widen.

Memories come up in my mind. Memories, filled with both happiness and sadness.

Cho Chang.

I'm just standing there. Unable to move or speak.

She is staring at me with wide eyes.

Azkaban has made me a wreck. Mentally as well as physically. The few sparks of happiness I had in my life before I was sent here were all gone.

Yet hope survived.

Now, while I'm looking into those big chocolate-brown eyes, I feel it...

Hope... and something I haven't felt for a long time. Something that was taken from me, something I was too stupid to hold on once...

I'm falling. Falling deeper and deeper. There's no bottom...

"Hi Cho" I hear myself saying.

The door behind me is closed with a click. I'm alone with Cho.

She is breathtaking. Even more beautiful than then last time I saw her. She looks like an angel. And she is really here.

We just stare at each other.

And then I suddenly blurt out without thinking

"Why did you come?"

She doesn't say anything, but there is a glaze on her eyes now. And then a tear rolls down her soft cheek.

A tear...


It was a short chapter, I know. The next one will be longer. REVIEW!