WARNING: This interlude has a lot of triggering content because the antagonist Chester Coil is a horrible human being who is possessive and deluded enough to think he owns Kendis. Chester is going to deadname, misgender, and be overall inappropriate with Kendis. You will also get a sneak peek into Kendis and Chester’s previous violent confrontation. If this update is triggering to you at all please skip it and wait until the next update.

It had been a long decade since he had last seen Harry Potter. Each day, each year, seemed to endlessly drag on. Yet, the one thing he had going for him was patience. He knew if he waited long enough, one day he would see Harry again.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shivered in the relentless cold of his prison cell. Azkahan was always cold, and no one cared enough that the prisoners died of exposure. The guards only cared about keeping them in the cells and checking them off a manifest as if they were inventorying objects and not people.

The man closed his eyes, and behind his eyelids, he could almost picture him. The details had faded a bit because of how much time had passed, but he would always remember Harry Potter. He had been utterly sublime the last time he had seen him.

His green eyes had been bright and almost glowing in the gloom of that cramped little apartment. Harry’s eyes had shimmered with tears, and it had made the man want to kiss them away. In his cell, the man wondered what Harry’s tears tasted like.

Even in his pain, Harry Potter was mesmerizing. It had been 9 years, 10 months, and 24 days, and the only thing the man had left was the memory of his love.

He thought of Harry’s golden brown skin, the messy, dark hair that fell in their faces, the full lips, and that infamous scar. The scar was a trophy of Harry’s triumph over the greatest dark wizard who had ever lived.

The sound of jingling keys ripped the man from his reverie. Even with the screams of the other prisoners, he could still hear the heavy footsteps of the approaching guards. The man was just grateful that the dementors had been destroyed during the war, and he would not be subjected to their tender mercies.

This time, the guard didn’t carry a tray of food, and it was much too early for a cell inspection.

The guard slipped the keys into the lock and opened the cell doors.

“It’s your lucky day, Coil.”

Honey blonde hair, long and matted, fell around Chester Coil’s face. Standing there, he was far from the impeccably groomed man he used to be. He had a beard that was messy, and he was dressed in rags.

“What?” Chester croaked, his eyes going wide.

“Your appeal has been approved,” the Guard told him. “Come on, your ride is here.”

Chester just stared at him, but the Guard grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the cell. He duly followed the guard down the hallway. The screams of the inmates seemed to get even louder the further Chester got.

It all happened in a blur, but with a swish of a quill, his silver linden wood, basilisk core wand was in his hand again. His shaking fingers traced down the line of his precious wand. A wand, Chester had long given up hope of seeing again.

A while later, Chester stepped off the boat and onto the shore. He closed his eyes and sucked in the fresh air.

It had been a decade since he had last seen his beloved Harry. Ten years since he’d had his fingers around his neck.

“I will see you soon, my love,” Chester whispered. Harry would be punished for his disobedience, and it would only be a matter of time until he learned to finally accepted his place by his side.

With a small, happy smile and a wave of his wand, Chester Coil disappeared.

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