Chapter 1: Prisoner
He was curled up in the corner of his cell, his screams piercing through the prison. The breath of the guards made the air cold and foggy. Through the castle you could hear the screams and moans of the entire prison, but there was one of them that screamed over all the others. The others prisoners were afraid of him, even the dementors watching over him were confused. Sometimes he just curled up in a corner and sobbed, sometimes he screamed the most terrifying screams ever heard, and sometimes he laughed, scary and maniacally.
No one knew who he was really. His name was Quirrel, and he had been a highly respected professor. But then something happened. Some rumors said that he killed a boy. Others said that he was framed. Someone even said that he had helped Voldemort return. He had been there a long time. People were surprised that he hadn't died already.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, looked wildly around. He looked at the dark hard stonewalls in his cell. Then he looked through the sprinkles in his cell door and out in the passageway. He heard footsteps coming towards him. Was he imagining things again? No, he didn't think so. For once, the curiosity overwhelmed the misery, and he looked out, wondering who it could be.