Parker, Oliver Parker

It was night time, around about nine pm as Isaac accelerated through the London traffic in a zip-zap fashion. Of course the Muggles didn't see that, he had cloaked the bus with an invisibility charm, so they drove normally into the traffic. Loud music blared, throughout the bus. It was rock 'n' roll, ACDC - 'You shook me all night long,' was playing through the stereo. Isaac drummed along to the song as he drove, singing along to the song at the top of his lungs. "Yeah yooou...you shook me all night long!' he sang as he continued to drum to the song. Occasionally he would get up on his feet, releasing his grip from the steering wheel and pretended to play the guitar in mid air. His faithful house elf, Sam would squeak and panic because she would have to take over the steering wheel. There was a special block of wood attached to the pedal, especially made for her when she took over. His cat, Liquorice slept peacefully on one of the bed on the bus even though it was trashing about. He never understood how his cat would feel so relax when it was trash about like this. Any cats with the right mind would be scared to death if they were in this situations. He assume that his cat, Liquorice had grown accustom to all the ruckus and the constant moving-around. Liquorice was a black, tabby cat with a bite in one ear. Probably because of all the fight she gets up to, but Isaac could never know what his cats really gets up to at night. Never-the-less, Liquorice was his cat ever since the day he got him on his first day to Hogwarts and he had been his best friend ever since. He loved her regardless. It was not long ago since his release from Azkaban. He still remember the time he spent there clearly.

Flash back...

"Take a deep breath and relax," his inmate had told him one day, sitting beside him. "Close your eyes and imagine what your want to do and do it," he continued. His inmates was teaching him how to use magic non-verbally and without a wand. Isaac stared at his friend for a couple of seconds and began to shut his eyes. He tried to imagine what he wanted, then with a smile he stared at the jug of water in sitting on the night stand in front of him. "Stupefy!" he thought and with a lazy flick of his hand he shattered the glass into small pieces. His eyes widen, roaring with happily, he hugged his friend tightly. He did it. It was almost two years now he had be practising, now he mastered the art. "Good job! I knew you could do it!' his inmate smiled, clapping him on the back, glad that he was able to teach him something. Isaac stared at the broken glass on the tray, there was a hint of pride was shown on his face

Flash!

Isaac sat back down into the drivers seat, this time drumming the steering wheels with his fingers. Ever since he returned home, he hadn't been the same person as he used to be. Before he went to Azkaban. His family noticed it and even his friends. Although, he was free it felt as if he was still in Azkaban almost as if he left his soul in there. How did he get into Azkaban? One might ask. He was frame by his best friend, who framed Isaac for robbery, he was convicted guilty and was sent to Azkaban for seven years. That was a long time for anyone to spend time in Azkaban. He admitted, Azkaban wasn't great ride either. There was nothing good about it, just and endless pit of boredom. He get food and drink everyday. Although, one couldn't keep happy thoughts in that place with all the Dementors guarding the place. Eventually some people loses their mind in prison, Isaac was one of the victim. He looked outside the window, it was pouring down raining.

Flash back....again....

The day he caught his best friend stealing, it was raining and dark. Isaac walked out of the club, he admitted his had a little too much to drink. He laughed, waving his friends goodbye and closed the club door behind him. To his dismay, he squinted an outline of a male. But, he couldn't make out who it was, it was too dark and the rain didn't help either. He walked over into the dark, towards the person, slowly he began to make out who it was. It was his best friend, Walter stealing jewellery's, although not just any type of jewellery, the expensive kind and lots of it too. "What are you doing! Are those yours?" he said angrily, to his friend. "Isaac my friend, help me steal these jewellery's. I know of a good shop who will buy these and we'll be rich," Walter replied, glad to see his friend coming to his rescue as he solved more and more jewellery into his pocket. "No, I will not help you, its not the right thing. Put it back, or i'll have to turn you in if you don," Isaac said firmly. "You wouldn't" his friend, shocked. "I would, put it down!" replied Isaac, taking the jewellery of him. All of a sudden he heard a group of men shouting on the top of their lungs heading this way. "Thats them!" one of them shouted, "Catch them before it too late!" said the other, shooting spells at them (harmless ones of course). "Sorry, got to go!" his friend bolted off before his could do anything and he was caught redhanded

Flash! Back to the present!...

Isaac was now lying on the floor, door wide open he had fallen unconscious on the floor as the rain poured into the bus and onto him.