The enchanted metal scraped, and someone stepped into my cell. I glanced their way, then continued staring at the ceiling.

The person cleared their throat.

" You can go now." I croaked, my voice cracked from lack of water.

The person didn't leave, just gazed at me. I wondered if they didn't understand. I repeated the sentence.

" No. Janie, guard will be down tonight. You need to escape. Here is your wand." My wand, my beautiful wand that I hadn't seen, let alone touched, for so long was thrust into my weak palms.

I stared at it, eyes wide. I squinted to see better the wizard who had risked their life for me, but they remained hidden under the curtain of night.

I tried to grasp my wand, but my fingers had lost all strength. My hope dissipated. The masked person set a tray of soup, water, and chocolate on my cot.

" I wish you the best of luck." The voice whispered, and the metal scraped shut.

I hungrily ate everything, licking the crumbs off my fingers. I had been neglecting food, water, and everything else since I had seen Kayra.

"Kayra."

The name sounded weird on my tongue, where it used to come so naturally.

After I had regained some strength, enough to stand and perform simple spells, I practiced my magic.

" Accio wardrobe," I said, experimenting my limits.

A few moments later, the little closet that had sat in my bedroom at home came hurtling through the tiny window and into my cell, tearing down the iron bars.

Giddy, I ran to the wardrobe and banged open the doors, gazing in awe at all of my old clothes. I quickly changed, and estimated the time to be about nine PM.

I didn't know how I was going to get out of my cell, unless through the window. But then, how would I get down from the towers?

I noticed a sliver of light sliding into my cell, and crept over to what I assumed was the door, and peeked out. The visitor had left the door cracked open!

I slid through the crack, careful not to make any noise. I silently strolled the narrow passageways. When I passed Kayra's cell, a tear rolled down my face. I didn't bother to wipe it away.

I wondered if she was even alive, or if they had robbed her of that, too.

A wizard and a witch turned a corner and saw me.

" Hey! " The wizard said, and I recognized the voice as the person who had sneaked into my cell earlier. He tossed me a wink.

" Get her!" The witch screamed, stepping toward me.

I narrowed my eyes, and pointed my wand at her. She noticed, unfortunately, and had her wand at my throat within seconds. I couldn't beat her. Not with magic, at least.

I lowered my wand, and muttered " Accio gun."

The old revolver my sister and I had shared---the same gun that killed many innocent families---flew into my hand, and I aimed it at the woman's heart.

The woman, being a witch, had no idea what I was holding or the damage it could do.

Kayra never had any problem with murder. I always felt a tinge of guilt for her actions, but now things were different.

I pulled the trigger, and the woman fell to the ground, dead. A prickle of satisfaction tingled in my veins, as I watched the blood gush out of her chest, her eyes cold and empty, her expression a mix of curiosity and realization.

I glanced at the wizard, and he nodded. I ran from the tower, and away from the prison.

I had busted out of Azkaban.

I was officially a fugitive.

And I had never felt so alive.