Cold, Dark, Depressing, slightly damp and very boring is how I’ll describe this place, Yes Im Talking About Azkaban, You May Wonder Why I have ever been to Azkaban? Im a Ten Year Old Girl! For Merlins Sake! , Well I was thrown in here for unknown reasons, Im turning eleven soon and I heard the dementors as they flew past my cell, mumbling in their raspy voices
‘Killers Getting Relased’ and from the ones who didn’t know me ‘Number 26 Is Getting Out’ not many people knew Dementors can speak, they have an odd raspy language that only certain aurors and other ministry officials have learnt, Lucius Malfoy was one of those officials, My cell is oppisite his so he taught me all sorts of things, how to talk, walk and act like an arrogant blood-purist, he taught me how to speak the language of the dementors and a little french, he taught me everything about the magical world that he knew of, and he knew heaps, I learnt all about hogwarts secret passages and those of the vacant malfoy manor, A woman named narcissa - Lucius’ wife - came here often, until she died, Lucius stopped talking to anyone but me and his son all he did is eat & sleep, then old Rudolphus Died too and Draco – Lucius’ Son – stopped coming and Lucius stopped getting proper sleep, I was very upset, the closest thing I had to a father was very ill, then one day he looked over at me and smiled sadly as I paced, like I do every morning before breakfast is delivered to our cells
"Your So Graceful Ki” he trailed off staring out the tiny slit of a window I roll my eyes and return to my pacing, but on the inside I was bursting with pride.
BANG, BANG, BANG, I covered my ears it was the meal time auror group who delivered all meals here at azkaban, they paraded down the corridors one had their patronus circling the group of three, the other had a drum strapped to her back with a enchanted stick banging onto it continuously, the third one pushed the food trolley and there were magic gloves that threw our meals at us, when the spell wore off he would re-enchant them.
I watched a brown plastic packet and an apple hurtle towards me and caught them quickly before they hit the wall behind me, I remember the first time I had a meal here in Azkaban …
A three-year-old girl stood at the door to her cell tears streaming down her grubby face
“I wanna go home ” she sobbed leaning against the invisible barrier stopping her from leaving her cell, a man with long platinum blonde hair looked at her with pity
BANG BANG BANG
The loud noises only made the girl sob harder, She Hated This Place, And Wanted to Go Back Home
"Ry? Where's Ry?" She Sobbed
“Let Me Go Home I miss Ryan, Let Me Go! Please!”
She Fell To The Floor Sobbing and looked up when the people passed, the people looked shocked to see such a little girl in Azkaban but didn’t stop she watched as the white phantom glove threw a red apple at me it hit the wall and smashed sending apple guts everywhere, the brown packet was soon to follow it missed the wall and shot straight through the tiny window slit.
I shook my head free of memories; I barley remembered who ryan was anymore, I opened the package and grimaced, dry oats, disgusting, bleh, ick.
I walk over and hold the package out the window letting the endless rain drench my breakfast, it was an old trick Rabastan taught me, it helped.
“Uncle Rabbi?” I whispered he smiled at me
“Yes Killer”He said using the odd nickname people here had given me “What’s the matter?”
“I’m worried” I whispered “I turn eleven soon and I’m supposed to be going to Hogwarts and doing all that kid stuff, not rotting away in here, I don’t even know how to read!” I yell throwing my hands up in the air, everyones looking at me pityingly but I don’t care I was going to rant away my cares
