"You ready?." Dylan muttered. Felix nodded, gulping. Dylan nodded back. "3..2..1!." Dylan had given him a wand. A wand that he had hidden very closely. "Remember, change your appearance." Dylan called, as his heart was thumping in his chest. "Good luck!." Was the last thing Felix heard. When his eyes opened again, he noticed the mirror. "I..I..I look..different..?" In fact, his looks did change. His height had changed, his hair now a golden blond, his eyes a silvery gray, his robes were now slightly thicker. "Here goes.." When he spoke, his voice was about different as well. "What are you doing in here?." Grunted an annoyed voice. "Nothing." Felix replied. "Well then, get outta here!." Came the snapped reply. Felix ran for his life. Out the gate of Azkaban, out into fresh air and sanity again. He felt a pang. It was thanks to Dylan who saved his life. 'Thank you, Dylan..' he thought to himself, gloomily.