The stillness of Azkaban was maddening. Enclosing him was a world that was bleak and lifeless; a picturesque view of a hollow prison void of all movement.
As I lay dying the memories rush before my darkened eyes like a glossy filmstrip rediscovered in its old age. Some moments of my life have haunted me for years, but others have protected my soul from succumbing to the anguish of loss. In my dying breath I find solace amongst these memories of my time with Lily Evans.
