I arrive at the perimeter and pull out my wand, steeling myself and brushing a strand of hair from my face.
"Nedtrykking." I say quietly, watching as a thick black cloud bursts out of my wand and surrounds me, choking me as it seeps through every pore, every orifice and I feel my mind darken into a mad paranoia.
Look at him, my serpent, even now he plots against me, he'll leave me in there to rot with the Dementors gliding past me. That was his plan all along, wasn't it? But its a risk I'll have to take, Lucius must be freed, at any cost. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Cast the spell," I snarl and stride off towards the entrance to the prison.