It was dark, wet and cold;
“After all it as not meant to be a holiday camp, muggles spend time in holiday camps once or twice a year, I will never understand why. How long have I been here now days are merging from weeks to months?
Muggle prisons, they’re like holiday camps too, what was it muggles have with holidays, life was to busy for holidays ~ but not now. Muggle prisons, now there’s a thought TV’s, books, jobs, real food … they are positively encouraged to enjoy themselves and then if they are good they get a holiday. The benefit of being pure, there is no chance of ever understanding a muggle.
A book, that’s one thing I miss, I trust the elves are keeping the library doxy and dust free. Back to muggle prisons … the dementors would have a field day there; even the depressed residents would be full of happy thoughts compared to here. Happy thoughts, I can’t remember the last one, no showers, no mirrors, no brushes and no cane. They knew the pleasure these things brought me and removed them. But I still have my ring, but that causes only pain these days but it connects me to the one thing in my life I could not live without; Narcissa.”
The dementors fed on happy thoughts; the ring brought him only sadness and despair; a reminder of the separation from the only true love in his life. It was a constant pain always on his hand, the same arm as the dark mark. In one place two reminders; the last time the mark called and the last time he left his beloved for his Lord. Lucius spun the ring around, the original ring of joining, far better than the muggles wedding ring. It pulled together the minds and hearts of the two owners of the twin rings. His heart was breaking, but never his mind. The connection with Narcissa will keep him sane and drive him to despair at the same time the ache inside was far to deep to name, the pain of separation far greater than that the dementors, the guards of Azkaban, could retrieve.
Lucius ran the words over and over in his head and ran his finger round and round the ring. Slowly it began to move, ever so slowly at first as his mind moved towards his soul-mate. He looked at his hand, the first stone was showing; albeit faintly;
“four more to go, at least four?”.
Each stone was the eye of a small gold snake that slithered around the golden ring pulling his mind and Narcissa’s mind closer together – however far apart they were. The last snake to show would be the strongest.
It was going to be a long day; each memory was more painful than the last, the dementors fed on the positive emotions for Lucius each positive emotion was coupled with the pain of separation, loss, desolation and grief of being part from her. She was the one person in his life who knew the real Lucius.
“Narcissssssssssaaaaaaaaaa, this is one of the reasons why he loved you;”
Lucius smiled at the memory, the first to relive for the connection to be made.
“The perfect name for a lady of the serpents; I won the dual all those years ago with he was to become he who can’t be named. What a joke... those fools at the ministry; fear came too easy to them. The power of the name indeed, there is far more behind the name to fear ~ the wizard and his followers; the wizard; who was previously known as Tom, who had now taken him from Narcissa.”
He could hear the screams of the other wizards as the Dementors came closer as if called by his memories, his thoughts returned to the before the dual
“She left me, she left me for him; thin, pale and powerful, she was beautiful walking over the grounds at Hogwarts, she could have been half Veela if I didn’t know she was 100% purest wizard blood. The same blood that produced Bellatrix”,
he flinched at the name,
“She left me to follow him to in the ministry left me to rot in this place I will pay her back when I get out, following him to the statue, what did he have for the Black sisters anyway? Where was I ah yes the dual”
He lay back on the board they called a bed. He was more used to something a lot softer and less lonely. He closed his eyes and his mind floated back … the screams of Azkaban were replaced by the sound of owls in the skies above Hogwarts.