I hope you've had a good week. Here's a little something to keep you occupied over the weekend. :)
Excerpt from chapter 8 of "Innocent":
It
was always cold and windy in Azkaban, Draco thought grumpily, as he tried in
vain to smooth his hair down. He, Mother and Hydrus stepped away from the
rusted key that was their Portkey and headed up the narrow stone path that wound
up the side of the cliff face.
At
the top of that there was a big, grey archway that marked the edge of the
prison - Draco had been daunted by it the first time he came but it no longer
scared him at all - and then the path split into three.
The
left headed off to the rows of cells, where Draco hadn’t ever been before;
Mother never let him go and Hydrus didn’t want to, the right path went to the
guardroom where Mother said they kept the prisoners’ things - Draco hadn’t been
there either - and the middle path went to a big, grey stone building. At
either side of the entrance were Dementors. They were the only thing in Azkaban
that wasn’t grey, and they wore big black robes with a hood and made Draco feel
awfully cold no matter how many layers he wore.
The
inside of the building was grey too but it wasn’t windy and the Dementors
weren’t allowed inside. Draco liked it much better. There was a big rusty gate
that led to the rest of the building but Draco knew from previous visits that
the guards had to let them in.
Enjoy! :D
MarauderLover7.
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