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Chapter 32 "Week Eight"
Severus knelt on the hard floor in front of his cell door, crying out, reaching his hands out for his tray, his hunger overwhelming his fear of the dementors. The tray was thrust into his grasping hands, and he pulled the food from it frantically and stuffed in into his mouth greedily, ignoring the crunching sound that indicated that he just ate a cockroach. So what? It was protein, something to fill his aching stomach.
The dementor's cold passed over him, but Severus held on to the only thing that kept him sane, the thing that the dementors couldn't take away from him: he was going to be released. It would only be four more weeks, and then he would be out. He found himself longing for the sunlight and the rush of fresh air on his skin. And there was someone waiting for him; he couldn't remember her name, but he was sure she would be there.
Severus stuffed the last of the hard bread into his mouth, and then licked the crumbs away, savoring every last bit. He made sure there was not a speck of food left on the tray before dropping it to the ground and crawling slowly back to his bed, the burst of energy and eagerness at the sight of the food gone now. He pulled himself up, and heaved himself against the wall, hating how weak he felt.
Severus had lost quite a bit of weight; even though he didn't have a mirror, he knew he was like a skeleton. Now he ran his hand over his cheek, feeling his cheekbones, touched his stomach and felt his ribs sticking out even through the fabric of his thin prison clothes. He pulled his now stick-like legs underneath him and shivered; it was even harder to stay warm now that he had less body weight. Severus feared that he would get sick and be fed to the werewolves, and that thought haunted him even in his dreams.
I know, really short..but it's an update!