Coming For Me

I always knew what I did was wrong. It really was. I shouldn't have tortured those people, shouldn't have done it and then laughed as their minds slipped away into the depths of insanity and nothingness. I shouldn't have, it was wrong, but I did. And now I don't care, because it was all worth it.

The Dark Lord is coming for me.

All these years I have spent in Azkaban, waiting- all the sacrifices I have made, the tortures the Dementors bring daily just to hear us scream- all is worth it.

For I feel my Dark Mark burn, and I can taste it on my tongue: the sweet scent, the sweet feel of victory in my flesh. He is alive, and he hasn't forgotten what we have done. He hasn't forgotten me.

Tom Riddle. The Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort. He has many names, but to me it doesn't matter. I love him regardless of who he is, regardless of the disappointment he will have for me. I failed at my task, I didn't get the information he needed from those worthless people. But he is coming for me. Perhaps I will be punished, an honor coming from him, in my opinion. But maybe, just maybe, he will remember my loyalty. I was loyal to him; I loved him through these years in Azkaban.

I am insane. I know that, I truly am insane. I can't see myself, but I can feel the manic look that shines in my eyes. And I can feel my want, my need to be strong again and to be with the one I love. I scream through it, I truly do. I have no shame, and I just don't care. I feel vicious, but the feeling inside of me, that crazed, half-dead feeling, tells me I have to do this- I need to kill, I need to do something. I scream and laugh wickedly. Other prisoners scream too, more out of pain and insanity more than anything else; and I am insane, I truly am, but I scream because my Dark Mark burns. I feel alive.

The shackles that bind me feel weightless, and Dementors come to suck any life, any happiness out of me; but I laugh. I don't care. I have no more happy memories to share, no more life to give. I have nothing. I am alive through insanity, and I am alive through want and love and loyalty. Insane but real, dead but alive.

Those in Azkaban here have no hope. I am here, but in a moment... my mind is free, my soul us free, and I search and hope for nothing and everything at the same time. My mind searches, my heart burns- but I feel like I have nothing except that single fact. He is coming for me. He hasn't forgotten.

The moments pass in a blur, and suddenly the huge explosion of magic allows my face to feel the cool breath of air for the first time in many years. My hair blows in the wind as I make my way across the crooked rock that was blown away. The water below me rages, and Dementors swirl around, the air dark and full of Dark Magic.

Again my Dark Mark burns, and I scream and laugh at the same time, my voice echoing through the dark, empty night. I am free. I am free.

He hasn't forgotten. He is coming for me.

A/N: Please review, and check out my other story, Never Again. Thanks