So I've read some of your comments and I thought why not.

So enjoy this chapter.

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The three Aurors watched silently as the boy they were supposed to "guard" walked off into the kitchen.

Honestly speaking, they all thought the boy was insane, or at least partially wrong in the mind.

Anyone who could stand being next to the dementors wasn't human.

They wouldn't be as concerned if the boy at least gave symptoms of being effected, however the boy was still smiling and laughing like he was still at school.

That was very abnormal.

To make things even worse, the three of them had been left on the prison to take care of the boy and the big man for Merlin knows how long.

One of the Aurors gave a heavy sigh while giving the soup a taste.

"Great, just my luck. Just got married and was going to go on a honeymoon when I get a call saying I have work... and what do I do instead of happily spending time with my wife? Go to the biggest hell hole in the world."

"Calm down, we are Aurors. We go wherever they need us to go. It's what we signed up for."

"I know that you are a brilliant wizard Kingsley, however even you can't deny that this is a place no man should be. I mean look at the food, it's absolutely horrible. Makes me miss my wife's cooking."

There was a commotion in the kitchen and the three Aurors got up to investigate.

As they got closer, they could hear the boy yelling at the top of his lungs.

"THE HELL IS THIS? DO YOU GUYS EVEN UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF HYGIENE? WHY IS THE COOKING POT COVERED IN RUST? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?"

"U-umm Sir... w-we us-usually cook for t-the prisoners s-So-"

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT PRISONERS AREN'T PEOPLE TOO? YOU PEOPLE ARE UNFORGIVABLE! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED TO CALL YOURSELVES COOKS! WHAT YOU ARE DOUNG IN THIS KITCHEN IS NOTHING THEM A DISGRACE!"

There was a clang of a pot falling to the floor.

"WHAT IS THIS!"

"I-it's our o-oven sir."

"I KNOW ITS AN OVEN! I'M ASKING YOU WHAT THE THING INSIDE IT IS?"

"B-bread?"

"NO YOU BLIND IDIOT! WHAT DO YOU EVEN USE YOUR EYES FOR? THERE IS A GOD DAMN FIRE ROACH NEST ON THE CEILING OF THE OVEN! YOU KNOW WHAT FIRE ROACHES DO TO YOUR BREAD?"

"..."

"I'M ASKING YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO THE BREAD YOU MAKE?"

"I..."

"ANSWER ME YOU PIECE OF ROTTON FLESH CARVED OUT OF A DYING GIANT!"

"It... makes it h-healthier?"

"YOUR RIGHT BUT IT MAKES THE GOD DAMN BREAD TASTES LIKE TRASH! YOU KNOW WHAT TRASH TASTED LIKE? HERE HAVE SOME!"


"N-no I wish to d-decline-"

"I SAID HAVE SOME!"

"P-please don't-"

There were screams of refusal and a shuffling of feet as pots started clang wildly. It was obvious that someone was attempting to force another someone to do something.

There was a muffled scream and the sound of a person gagging. Then a swallow.

The three Aurors stopped in front of the closed kitchen door and hesitated.

Suddenly, there was the sound of someone throwing up and a nasty smell filled the air.

"YOU LIKE HOW THAT TASTES? DO YOU?"

There was only the sound of crying that answered.

"ANSWER ME!"

"N-no sir..."

"THEN MAKE IT AGAIN AND THIS TIME MAKE IT TASTE GOOD YOU GOD DAMN PARTICLES OF VAPORIZED DEMENTOR FEED!"

"Y-Yes sir-"

"SAY IT AGAIN YOU LITTLE SENSITIVE CHILDREN!"

"YES SIR!"

"GOOD! AND SOMEONE GOD DAMN FIX THE BLOODY FIRE ROACH NEST!"

The three Aurors decided to head back down to their seats, albeit a little shaken.

"Are... are you sure that that was a child? Seems more like a veteran chef teaching his assistants how to cook."

"Definitely a child. Second year at Hogwarts."

"Just listening to it made me feel like I was listening to satan punishing sinners."

"That is Hell's kitchen right there."

"Never, I repeat never, get on that kids bad side, or cook him something that is horrible. I can't believe that a person as happy to go like him could change into a military instructor in a split second."

"The boy must love good food. Or else why would he get so angry."

Another bout of yelling began.

"WHAT IS THIS? I TOLD YOU TO REMAKE THE SOUP? EHY FOES IT STILL TASTE LIKE TRASH?"

"T-the ingredientswe have a-aren't of good quality-"

"THEN GO GET SOME!"

"B-But this is Azkaban, h-how do we buy-"

"WHO SAID TO BUY? GO CATCH IT YOURSELF!"

"C-catch What?"

"FISH! THERE IS A GOD DAMN SEA OUTSIDE SO GO USE IT! USE THAT BRAIN OR GO DIE! WE DON'T NEED IDIOTIC USELESS FREELOADERS LIKE YOU IN OUR SOCIETY!"

"B-but we don't have fishing poles-"

"YOU ARE A GOD DAMN WIZARD! USE YOUR WAND FOR HEAVEN SAKE!"

Kingley let out small chuckle.

"I think staying here in Azkaban might serve to be interesting."