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Forever and Always
Marcus Flint POV
It was cold. It was dark. I was a mess. I sat in the corner of the cold, dark, damp cell, shivering. I stared out the bars at the maniac in the cell across from me that was trying to saw through the bar with...I didn't want to know what it was.
I hadn't killed her. I'd woken up from the couch and went into the kitchen and found her dead, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body cold. She'd been dead for a while. I hadn't even heard anyone come in or her scream or a sound of struggle.
The wards I had put up had been broken. How, I didn't know.
A Dementor floated by and peered in at me. I cringed and cowered as far back in the cell I could. He moved on and I let the breath I had been holding out. I leaned my head against the cool wall and closed my eyes. This was utter hell.
Katie Bell POV
I grimaced as I walked into Azkaban with Kingsley. He put his arm around me and we pushed our way through. I closed my eyes and let him guide me, but the first sight had already cursed me: a Dementor had been performing the Kiss on someone I hadn't been able to see. Luckily, it hadn't been Marcus.
We stopped outside a cell and Kingsley backed away. The man sat in the darkest corner of the cell. His brown hair was a mess and his skin was pale. His once full of life and beautiful blue eyes were now lifeless and gray.
"Marcus?" I called, my voice cracking. He looked at me again and stood. He walked over and stuck his hands through the bars.
His hands were cold and clammy. They were light and the bones stuck out. I pressed my head to the bar and a moment later felt his on mine. I squeezed his hands and we stood there for a while in silence.
I shouldn't help this man. He had cheated on me and hurt his kids when we divorced. He was a...an insane man. He needed more help than I could give him.
"We came to get you out," I said, looking at him. He smiled sadly and stroked my hair.
"You're too good for me, Katie," he whispered, his voice hoarse. I smiled at him.
"I know," I said. His smile widened and he laughed quietly, but winced like it hurt me.
"I screwed up big time," he said, the smile fading he turned to go back to his corner, but I held him there. He was either really weak or didn't want to leave me because he didn't fight.
"We can fix this, though. Kingsley said you can have your job back as long as you're able to put this all behind you and move on," I said. He sighed.
"What if I can't?" he asked, looking at me. "Then what?"
"You're screwed. But, I think you'll be able to. Someone, well, more than someone, wants their father back," I said. He looked at me with a gratefull look.
"Thanks, Katie," he said.
"It's lonely without you," I admitted. He kissed my hand and we stood there as Kingsley went to get him out.