sekkoon

CHAPTER 20

“Malfoy,”hissed the man across from Draco.

“Moron,”Draco replied to his new “friend.” It was three days since he had been put in Azkaban. Unfortunately the little weirdo had learned his last name. How, Draco wasn’t quite sure. Draco wasn’t doing well. He had lost whatever little color he had had in his face, his platinum blonde hair was greasy and a mess and he didn’t bother to do anything about it. He had laid in bed practically the last 3 days. The place was getting inside his head.His worst memories tortured him in his sleep and the feeling of never being happy never left, ever.

“We wont be in here for long,”the man told him. What was that supposed to mean? Draco eyed the man curiously, but he didn’t say anymore and it would be useless to try and get anything out of him. Two dementors glided by and Draco could almost feel everyone in their cells shudder. Dementors didn’t cause him to hear voices, or pass out like they did to Potter, but if he was here any longer, he feared he would, and it would only get worse. Draco eyed the person in the cell diagonal to him. The person had stopped eating. Draco didn’t blame them, he hadn’t eaten since he got here. His stomach growled and he looked at the slop that they called food. Draco hesitantly picked up the silver rusty spoon and dipped it in the black substance. He slowly brought it to his lips. The smell of it caused Draco to lower the spoon.

“Dammit,”Draco said with a sigh. He retreated to his bed. He cringed seeing a spider on the ceiling making it’s web. He hated Azkaban.

“It’s okay Mr.Spuddy,”said the woman next to his cell. He couldn’t see her, but he was very afraid who Mr.Spuddy was. The woman could be heard talking to ‘Mr.Spuddy’ quite frequently, and she would sing him lullaby's as Draco would attempt to fall asleep. Then the man on the other side of his cell was just as frightening. At random times in the day he would yell strange things such as, “MIDNIGHT WE DIE!” or “THE ONE EYED WITCH KNOWS!” or Draco’s personal favorite, “THE SNAKE LADIES ARE EATING MY BRAIN!” there was no doubt about it, everyone in Azkaban was nuts. Once in a blue moon an actual wizard would walk by, once the dementors were cleared. They did check ups to make sure the dementors weren’t sucking the souls out of the prisoners they weren't supposed to. Draco could only hope he wouldn’t become as crazy as these fools.

“It’s almost time,”the man across from Draco announced.

“For what?”Draco asked. The man gave him a wicked smile full of yellow teeth.

“Time to escape.” Before Draco could question what he meant he felt a burning on his arm. The Dark Mark was burning, of course, he couldn’t be summoned. Several deatheaters made noises of pain. The Auror patrolling looked a little nervous. Azkaban shook slightly. The auror raised his wand. Someone was there, someone who couldn’t be seen.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”screamed a cold shrill voice, the auror fell down dead. Immediately dementors streamed back into the hall. Draco shivered feeling the cold and empty feeling the dementors gave him, like he’d never be happy again.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”yelled the voice, a silver hyena dove out growling viciously at the dementors and kept them at bay. Bellatrix Lestrange took off her invisibility cloak. The hyena let out a chilled laugh that matched Bellatrix’s crazed one. Deatheaters pooled in blasting open cells.

# posted by Sek Koon @ 8:00 AM