Bill and I were sitting in our apartment gearing up

Strapping the knife to my shin, putting on the mask and so forth.

“I can't believe we're actually doing this." Bill said.

He didn't sound worried, just weirded out.

To be quite honest, this wasn't what I imagined doing with my immortality either, my plans had been to use my intellect to become an independent worker doing something I liked and just living out life lazily and enjoying myself.

Then magic happened.

I would say it was a nice trade off, who needed peace and contentment when you had the ability to bend reality to your will.

"Me neither, to be honest, but still I think writing a will was going a bit overboard." My words ignoring the fact that I had written one myself.

If only to explain everything to my remaining two friends.

Well, almost everything.

Bill sighed and stood up.

"Whatever, time to go, it's almost two in the morning."

I took his hand and apparated us to the spot we had previously scouted, suddenly we were being sprayed on by foaming sea water and standing on a small rock protrusion looking out at the small island inhabiting one of the most miserable places in the world.

Azkaban, a dark tower rising into the heavens, or as most people in Britain would describe it, hell.

Since Bill had a stronger connection to magic and would therefore not tire as fast it was his job to transfigure the rock around us into a boat.

Sailing towards the prison I was finally able to feel the wards surrounding it.

Anti-Apparition and anti-Portkey, that was it? Narrowing my eyes I looked closer, no, there was something else, hidden between the two was a slight shimmer of blue.

A slight shimmer if blue that would alert the object connected to the thing to scream out alerting the aurors if someone passed it.

Good thing I had a solution to that then.

Gesturing Bill towards me I pulled out my invisibility cloak and draped it over the both of us, we had to squat a bit to make it work.

.

We weren't far away from the prison now.

I was able to discern its state of shabbiness, cracks on the outer walls, water leaking in through holes and the rotten wooden door that served as the entrance.

But the most important thing I saw were the dementors.

Hundreds of them swarming around the tower like angry hornets, and it looked like they noticed us as well.

A group of three monstrosities were floating leisurely towards us.

Shivering and hearing the chattering teeth of my brother I noted that I had severely underestimated the effect dementors would have on me.

One probably wouldn't have been a problem, but the quantity seemed to correlate strongly with the amount of despair felt.

Thank god we had masks on, making us capable of activating the self destruction spells on ourselves before they were able to suck out our souls.

I liked being in possession of my soul thank you very much.

The things were drawing closer now, close enough that I was able to truly appreciate how ugly they were.

"My god these things are ugly, bloody hell."

Thank you Bill.

"Well no matter how ugly, I'm sure there is someone in this world whose fetish they prescribe to perfectly."

Almost casually I pulled the philosopher's stone out of my inventory, and through the mental agony I was going through touched it to the grasping hands of the closest dementor.

Channeling magic through it I watched in fascination as the thing ever so slowly from the point of contact started turning golden.

It moved its arm a bit cracking the thin layer of gold across it's arm but the ancient artifact would not be denied.

At the pace of a snail the arm turned golden, perhaps noticing it's approach into non existence the thing started shrieking making me glad I had some noise regulating charms on my mask.

I leaned over to it and whispered into its ear.

"Don't worry too much, life after death isn't too bad." Strangely the thing stopped shrieking and if it didn't have eyes I would have been sure it was using them to stare directly into mine.

The golden curse started accelerating and before I knew it I was left looking at the greatest work of modern art in history.

A golden statue of one of the most dreadful beings in all of existence.

Only Bill and I would know it wasn't simply a statue