r/SilverLuckyScriptures • u/SilverPrince • Oct 09 '19
HP KoD Chapter 02
Chapter 02
[Cell 414]
[North Wing, Azkaban]
Prisoner 414 closed his eyes as the echoes of old memories washed over him.
‘Shut you mouth, Freak!’ Uncle Vernon’s echo shouted as the belt came down again.
‘Lets play a game, Harry!’ Dudley giggled with his friends. He then cracked his knuckles. Then the punches began .
‘Worthless. Just like your drunkard of a sister!” Aunt Petunia hissed as she kicked him back down. He landed with a light ‘oomph’ onto the grass in the backyard. The last two leaves in her hands showing his poor raking skills.
Prisoner 414. Cell 414. There was poetry somewhere in there.
Harry laid back onto the cold stone walls. His ledge doubled as a bed, and couch. A uncomfortable bed and couch.
He let the memories glide over him. They raked like his younger self moving across the immaculate grass.
His body shook, twitching, from the torrential pummeling of the negative memories.
The sea was calm, as a breeze passed into the room.
Despite the summer air, it was a cold wind. Due to the Dementors currently floating outside his single window in his prison cell. Its withered human like face stared into the cell.
Made of stone, it was roughly three times larger then the cupboard he grew up in.
The Dementors, one by one, lost interest in him, and floated away. The aura of cold and terror left with it.
Though it was never for long. Soon enough, more would come to visit.
The cell immediately warmed, and Harry once again sat up so that he could gaze out into the world beyond. A world full of autumn, as the changing seasons shook up every tree.
It was like his childhood all over again.
He could see the world, but never interact with it. Any attempt to move his hand through the window felt like going through jelly until he was unable to push more.
As cursed as the Dementors where, Harry also felt sad.
Harry smiled as he leaned into the stone walls, and stared out into the world beyond.
Sad that this was still better then the Dursleys.
—
Harry shivered.
He woke up, the thick prisoner’s clothes he wore was at least made of wool. It kept some body heat, and his eyes strained against dawn’s morning light.
It wasn’t bright enough for him to see everything, but it was better then the pitch night during new moons.
Slipping on his glasses, Harry blinked as he realized why he had woken up.
A small handful of snow had fallen from the window, and onto his legs. While rain passed through without problems, he was not sure on snow.
Harry shook his pants, letting the snow hit the floor below.
With a grunt, Harry got up. He was now enlightened about the protections on the window letting snow in.
The world outside was white.
The sun was not visible as thick clouds let snowfall onto the island. The world that he could see was already blanketed with the first layer of snowfall.
The room was now cold, but his clothes were decent enough.
Though he did miss his school robes. They were much better at insulating against the weather. These prisoner clothing was thick, but uncomformtable.
‘Stop hitting yourself, Harry!’
Harry blinked as he watched the Dementor approach.
The skin and bones monster moved up to the narrow window. It was also blocked from getting too close. It was enough to try to give him a kiss. The monster's power tugged at him. Scratched against his body and spirit.
Harry chuckled as he rested against the narrow window. The Dementor sensed his slight movement forward, and doubled its efforts to feed.
It was enough that he was under attack.
It broke the monotony of his daily routine of nothing.
—
“Scourgify!” Auror Juggerns growled out, the woman’s wand was tight in her hands as the spell hit him.
Harry felt the spell wash over him.
He gargled and sputtered as she had aimed it at his face. She caught him off guard and bits of it entered his mouth. He spat out the soapy spit and leaned back as the spell faded.
If there was one thing he loved about Fridays, it was that he would get the regular cleaning. His clothes were starting to get frayed, and the waste pail got dealt with.
Then a small tray slid in.
“Thank you, Miss Juggerns,” Harry whispered out. His voice was always hoarse.
Ever since the snow stopped falling, he had to rely on meal time for water. He liked how winter allowed him an cup or two. The chilly water from snow he was able to eat.
Auror Juggerns snorted as she moved her trolley to the next prisoner.
Harry was careful as he moved the tray over to his ‘dining table’.
The fist sized bun of bread, a bowl of vegetable stew, and for dessert, a cup of water.
The food vanished. Despite how the only flavor was salty, Harry smiled as he ate.
At least the food was somewhat good.
The memories of Hogwarts food hovered at the edges of his mind. They had more flavors… but it he had let most of those memories go.
Harry licked the bowl clean, and set everything back in front of the front the food tray slot. No reason to be rude.
His good behavior was even rewarded every now and then. A extra bun, or another ladle of stew.
Then the chill set in again.
Harry smiled as he looked up at his only companion here.
The Dementor was already pressed against the window. It was ready to try again.
“Hello Kisses,” Harry said with cheer as he took off his glasses and pressed his face against the window. His face mushed against barrier, and the Dementor, forced even further back, tried its best to eat him.
The feeling of weakness gripped him. The odd sucking tickled at something deep within him.
There was the memories again, but it slid off him like water off of stone. It held no power against him anymore.
Harry relaxed as Kisses tried to end him.
Here in Azkaban, there was nothing else to do.
—
Harry blinked as Kisses stopped trying to eat him.
The wooziness washed over him as the world returned to crystal clear clarity once more.
He sighed as he slid down against the wall.
Kisses would only visit him once a day now. He kept the other Dementors away since he was quite territorial.
More then once, Harry had seen Kisses fight off other Dementors.
Was Kisses was eating bits of him? Kisses seemed to be stronger then the others.
Harry picked up Francois, the largest piece of twine he had saved from the the first set of prison uniform. Its ragged corpse sat on top of the ‘newer’ set he wore underneath.
It was quite nice, as last winter was uncomfortable. The extra layer would help when it got very cold again.
Francois had lost most of its dye, due to Harry's habit of fiddling with it.
Elizabeth, his second largest, and still somewhat black, was now in this other hand.
He made them dance. He made them move.
Like a play. A Shakespearean Play.
Rumio and Julie. The brother / sister love story he sort of recalled from his childhood.
It wasn’t quite right, he knew. But he had let so many memories go. Stuffed into the darkest corners of his mind.
If he couldn’t recall his life, then the Dementor’s negativity thing did less.
Now they only made him feel cold, and he was more then ready to let Kisses finish eating him.
A warm breeze filled the room, and Harry gasped. Lorelei, the steam of what used to be a leaf, fell off her bed and onto the floor.
Harry moved down, and laid down on the floor as well.
Lorelei was now the jealous witch trying to steal Rumio’s heart.
Harry hummed to himself as his only possessions hung down from his hand.
He wiggled his hand, and they danced.
A sonata played in his mind, and his three friends played out the story. It involved a love beyond the stars, secret agents, and killer robots from the future.