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September 14th

It was the early hours of the morning when I first awoke to see two men, standing and talking between the cells in hushed voices. I could only make out fragment of their conversation but I knew clearly who the man who was standing closest to me was. He did not seem pleased with the other shadowed figure, but kept his voice low as to not cause trouble.

'But don't you see Albus, the inmates are only kept quiet because of the dementors, to have them removd would be proposeterous. The thought that they would change to the side of He who must not be named is again ridiculous' the smaller man babbled all in one breath. The closest man who was now obviously Dumbledore did not reply for several moments.

'I do not believe they will convert to the side of Voldemort, as there is no human Voldemort to join' Dumbledore said in an unflinching voice 'but what I am saying, if Voldemort did make a return, if Voldemort isn't dead then what do we do with the dementors? There would be no way to stop them from converting'. The other man shook his head.

'He is dead, you know that as well as I do, the boy killed him whether you would like to think a child could do what you could not in ten years' he replied raising his voice. One inmate across the hall had sat up now and was listening intently. Dumbledore turned his head and looked around him.

'There is no need to raise your voice Geoffrey, there are ears here that would kill to hear what we are discussing, we are not debating in this corridor I mearley raised the point as this is where I finally found you. Now if you would like to carry on this discussion elsewhere, please be my guest' Dumbledore muttered turning on his heel to leave. The other man, who I did not know followed accordingly. I stood up in my cell to watch them leave, and as Dumbledore was leaving he seemed to make eye contact with me very briefly. I resisted the temptation to yell out at him, as knew that would only cause trouble for no one else but me.

We were let out of our cells one a month, to get some "fresh air" as we were told and exercise. We were led out of our cells one by one each connected to the other by our arms and ankles. The first thing you noticed when you came out into the open on the island that Azkaban is situated on is the sea breeze. The air hits your face like a thousand tiny daggers, in some ways it was a nice change from the humidity inside your cell, but also the pain was very sharp on the eyes.

When I finally opened my eyes, all I could see was the sea. There was land that was vaguely visible in the distance, but over the miles of heaving waves. We all stood, eyes squinting staring at our fate, all of us knowing that we would never escape from this place, not even an animagus.

We were made to run gently for ten minutes or so, all of us Dementors included knowing how pointless it was. Nobody spoke while we ran, I suppose no one had the heart as the Dementors still loomed large over us. But every face I looked at seemed to be a little less weak. And it suddenly hit me, as all of us were running about, that I was one of them. No matter how hard I wanted to be different from these death eaters and murderers I knew that I wasn't as we were almost like a team now. We were in it together, we all knew the yearning to escape, the pain of the Dementors constantly. And I knew if I ever escaped and met someone else who had felt the pain of Azkaban, I would be able to look into their eye and both of us would know what each other were thinking, that we knew something they didn't.