Lucius' Happy Memory: HP OneshotLucius' Happy MemoryLucius' Happy Memory: HP Oneshot2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo