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"You are not Sirius' only correspondent," said Dumbledore. How true this statement was. Sirius also kept in contact with someone else that neither Harry nor Dumbledore knew about…
On The Run To YouChapter One: "Imprisoned"
The air was still as the tiny boat moved through the calm water. The only sound being made was the gentle lapping of waves against the wooden keel. A lone figure sat silently in the boat as it swished along through the water, rocking back and forth slightly as she neared her destination. The water became choppy, the waves pushing the little boat like claws, urging her to turn back but she started determinedly forwards and made no noise as the waves pushed and pulled her little boat around as small children would fight over an old rag doll.
Pushing through the final of the vast waves, she pulled her boat high onto the sand and looked up as someone in a long, dark and flowing cloak greeted her. She shuddered and tried to regain her composure as the remaining shreds of happiness she had left in her disappeared and she was left cold and more miserable than she had ever been in her entire life.
They walked silently through huge, rusting wrought iron gates and she was led past numerous grimy cells full of men and women, muttering to themselves or sitting in the darkness, still as statues and twice as silent. She kept her head held high as she walked past these shadows of real people, not daring to look left or right for fear of breaking down completely.
It seemed like she were walking for hours, led by these mysterious creatures that seemed to glide rather than walk. She knew what kind of creatures these were. Dementors were among the foulest of anything that lived in the wizarding world, feared by all who came across them and even more by those unlucky enough to be in custody of them. Azkaban. The word alone made her shudder and the fact that she was actually there made her skin crawl and a scream threatened to erupt from her throat. Everywhere she turned, another hooded figure stood by, watching her with non-existent eyes. Their scabbed hands reached out from their ragged sleeves as though wanting nothing more than to touch her and suck the very essence of her being out of her, leaving her as empty as any of the people in the cells around her. She barely dared to even call them people anymore. They used to be people. Happy, talkative, energetic people who made the wrong choice and ended up the empty shells they now deserved to be named.
After what seemed an eternity, the hooded Dementors stopped suddenly and one of them swept their arm aside, indicating to one of the cells in a long line of them. Holding her head high, she walked unsteadily over to the cell door and reached forward, grasping one of the bars for support. Kneeling down on the ground next to the cell door she peered inside and watched as an enormous black dog scratched violently at the cold stone walls, leaving deep indentations in the bricks. Snarling, the beast ran around the tiny cell, blindly running into the walls as it underestimated the size of his prison. Each time it crashed into the bricks, it yelped in pain and the girl eventually had to look away to stop from yelping in pain herself. It broke her heart to see the animal so desperate to escape from his incarceration.
Slowly, without looking to see where she was going, she reached out her hand through the bars and grasped a handful of fur, pulling it towards her. The animal yelped at the sudden contact and turned to snap at whatever was controlling him but stopped at the last minute. For the first time in the two weeks the animal had been there, he stopped and listened intently as the woman whispered into his ear.
As the small boat slowly headed back toward the mainland, the water became calmer and the tiny boat sailed more evenly. Her happiness returned and the cold feeling left her. And as she headed away from the prison, the sound of a dog howling became fainter and fainter.
Twelve years later, the dog escaped.
I just had this idea suddenly when I was in the car, backing into our driveway with my mum. I kid you not! Anyway, let me see what you all think and please tell me whether or not it is worth going on with it! It is short, I know. I am excited about this story cos I already know the ending yay! R & R please.