Those Dementors just make this jail time even worse. You know what I think of when they float by me? Well, first, there was the day that I was arrested, but there’s another terrible memory that they make me relive: The day I ran away from home. I can still hear my mum’s screaming from when I told her that I was leaving.
“Blood traitor!” she called me.
My dad just said, “Good riddance. I won’t have a son who doesn’t agree with our ways.”
They should’ve seen it coming. Even before I went to Hogwarts, I knew their prejudice against Muggle-borns, Muggles, and the rest of the world, was completely senseless. I’ll admit, when I moved to the Potters, some nights I would tear up a little thinking about my family. I mean, they gave me life. It’s not so easy to forget that. But then I remembered what dunderheads they were. I’m proud that I stood up for what’s right. It’s a cause I would die for. As soon as I’m out of here, that is…