Hey guys here is the full chapter it was going to be longer but I am going away tomorrow on holiday so it might be a while before the next chapter afterwards goes up therefore I decided to send up what I have please note it has been unedited and the last couple of paragraphs I wrote with a headache so excuse any mistakes please forgive me! :D

I have put the first part and second part together for those of you that read the last update but have made it clear where each are so you can skip to the bit you haven't read straight away.

As always I don't own the characters...

Enjoy

MegNoName


Chapter 10 part 1


Though the mood here in Azkaban has lifted into a happier mood the glumness and misery continues without much of a lift in emotion.

I am still waiting for the arrival of my way out of here, I suppose they are facing a trial at the moment but the mood of the Dementors would suggest they don't have much hope of getting out of this place; which for me is a good thing however for them it probably isn't.

A couple more days pass as I wait patiently as a dog for the fresh meat to arrive...

After the third day passes I feel a boost of excitement rippling through the moods of the surrounding Dementors...

The new prisoner is here.


Chapter 10 part 2


A wave of pure excitement takes over my body; today is the day I escape and go get Wormtail!

I push this thought to the back of my mind hoping that the Dementors in the distracted state won't notice the plan and escape plotting in my brain. All through the morning Dementor after Dementor eerily swoop past my door showing me the way out of here whilst there off to greet the fresh meat to get an early tasting – this is before all the happy memories are taken out of the body.

I wait till an hour has passed before I pad over to my cell door take in a deep breath as I squeeze my head and shoulder through the gap between the bars till I have fully passed through the door onto the other side.

I'm free of this cell for the first time in 12 years; I'm not going to waste this opportunity now.

I carefully and quietly pad down the twisting corridors sticking to the shadows just in case I am seen by any of the other prisoners and they sound an alarm that there is a dog wondering the corridors then every Dementor will be out hunting for me before I have a chance to escape! I'm sure after they have sussed out I have left the prison they will flock out to the wizarding world in search of me. I need to get a head start.

I am passing quickly through Azkaban the exit/entrance is in sight. I speed up anxious to get out of this place to get away! The just-wide-enough-crack-for-a-human-which-is-called -the-exit looms above me, ahead of me, around me, behind me.

I'm out.


A cold icy breeze sweeps strongly across my body causing it to shake and shiver but I don't care. I am seeing the world again with my own eyes for the first time in 12 years no matter how bad the world is against me I will try and see its beauty – I'm going to eat those words I bet. I slowly pad across the small island to the water's edge looking around, looking for land. I don't see anything. No land; nothing but endless sea. So I pick a random direction and jump into the cold waters; being so light I float without any problems and set off kicking hard in my chosen direction. It would have helped if I knew where the hell I have been kept for the last 12 years but that's the thing, your captures aren't exactly going to tell you. Anyway I bet the place is unplottable as well.

I have no idea how long I swim in the cold waters until in the far off distance I see land! Joy mixed with exhaustion fills me as I keep going with a new determination to get there and if it's not Great Britain – this would be highly likely – get to Great Britain to Hogwarts to get that damned-rat-I-used-to-call-a-friend.

Slowly I pad up the beach my muscles burning and fall asleep on the soft velvet-like sands.

I wake.


Where am I?

I stretch out my stiff limbs to find I've turned human again; this is odd. Usually Sirius's animagous form stays with me all the time if I chose to, as if it is my own. Pushing this thought away as I look around me.

An endless horizon stretches across the most of the bay with the sea twinkling kindly in the early morning sun. Behind me lies a huge forest full of fir tree stretching up towards the sky at impossible heights.