RP: What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger? Date: March 23, 2001 Characters: Ben Location: Azkaban Public/Private: Private Summary: Ben encounters his first dementor. Status: Complete
The cool air that followed the dark creatures was slowly dissipating from inside of Ben's small prison cell. Ben lay motionless on the dirty floor, feeling paralyzed physically and emotionally. It was his first close encounter with a dementor and it was just as horrifying as he had heard and expected. The cold feeling of dread still remained over him despite the dark shadowy being had left him moments ago. It wasn't there long, but every second felt like a century as it pulled the energy and life out of him.
He was honestly surprised that he was still alive, but he now assumed that it was only there to torture him, like everyone else there. He now knew that it would probably be the worst way to die. The only person he might wish this on was his father. He should be the one laying on the floor, frightened like a child. Someday he would be, he'd make sure of it once he got out of here. If he ever got out of here?