Hello again I reached my last chapter that I editing, I'm going to posting the next chapter sometime in the next two weeks which I know you have been long awaiting. So here you go the last update till the next chapter is uploaded! :D
Chapter 9
How to escape? This is the question that fills my mind with unanswerable agony.
Though it hasn't been sucked from me like all my other happy thoughts...
Maybe escaping isn't a happy thought for me...
I lye here on the cold ground the four walls of my prison pushing in on me and I know no matter what I have to escape; for the sake of Harry. The deathly breathes of the surrounding dementors causes my dog shaped body to curl tighter around me; protecting me.
The dementors swoop around unaware of my dog appearance as they can only see into minds of there victims innocent or not it doesn't matter to them food is food.
I think for the millionth time how lucky I am to in an animagouses body.
The last 13 years would of been unbearable otherwise one of the only things I have learnt over the years was that dementors couldn't touch me as much as the others as they can't touch animal souls so being part animal as well as human this led to them to not realising I was here mentally as much which they think is me losing my mind; I became like background music to them.
This might just be an advantage I need to get out of here.
I had hit on the thing I needed to get my escape from here; I stand slowly on weakened legs then pad gently to the bars on the door place my head against the small gap that no healthy dog or person could fit through and push. My head and shoulders pass easily through the gap making my escape out of the cell easy. The urge to run and get out of here is huge but I swallow and gulp then pull my head back. I had been here long enough to know that I wouldn't get 10 metres down the passage way without being caught. I needed a distraction.
I lay there on the cold ground the four walls of my prison pushing in on me and I know no matter what I have to escape and soon. My plan is set, the next time someone comes to visit a prisoner the dementors always swarm around the new comers. It's the best shot I have to get out of this hell hole to face a bigger horror. Peter. Months might be passing or just weeks, I have no way to find out...but eventually when I have just about given up hope of a new prisoner I feel the lift of mood within the dementors...someone is coming...coming here my chance is so close I almost felt happy for the first time in years...
There you go all chapters have been edited I am sure there are still mistakes in it so I will at some point go back over it again but not for a long while so I hope you are up to date cause the writing up of the next chapter commences now hopefully with you soon!
