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I was woken up early by the familiar sound of Ivan, one of the guards, heavy footsteps and booming voice alerting us that it was time for breakfast. Today was the day.
"Weasley, breakfast" he announced through his mild Russian accent. On a tray he slid in a bowl of the same tasteless, foul oatmeal, A cup of lukewarm milk (possibly spoiled) and a rock hard muffin. The same breakfast I'd been eating routinely for the past 10 years. I stared at the meal sitting there in the dim light and groaned, On my last day here they could've provided me with a proper breakfast. Then I remembered this was Azkaban. Even if they would've given me something edible I couldn't have eaten it. I pushed the tray away with my foot, even though my stomach begged me to eat just a little.
"Suit yourself" Ivan said "They're allowing your mum to visit and for you to take a shower"
"Hmph" I scoffed "They want me to be all nice and shiny for my last day here?"
Ivan sighed and shook his head, then hurried off to the next cell in order to avoid the Dementors that routinely patrolled the halls. My mum coming to Azkaban was sort of a treat, even though she sent me letters regularly. No matter how many times I wrote back telling her it was hopeless, she pressed on determined not to give up on me. That made me feel good, yet as soon as I felt that a Dementor came straight to my cell. The smell was horrible, standing there this faceless black being proceeded to extract every horrible memory of mines. I clutched the ragged blanket as flashes of Blood, Music and a bat appeared. When I cried out was when the ghost like being drifted away from me leaving me with the sinking feeling that Azkaban was famous for. As I opened my eyes, pulled the blanket up to my chin and sighed then looked around at my surroundings. The cell was constantly cold, gray and very dirty. Yet this had been my home for 10 years . . . Until today. For my crimes I was to receive the Dementors kiss. It was my decision that afterwards I be fully exterminated. I say that because, despite my mothers objections, there was no reason for me to be on this earth if I was to be a shell of my former self. With that I closed my eyes and began to think about the day's, week's and month's leading up to now. And I kept wondering that if I would've just gotten back into bed how things would've been much different.