Delphi Riddle-Lestrange Behind Bars

Chapter 17

"I don't want these stupid sessions!" I hollered at the top of my voice banging the now locked door. "Let me out!" Hit. Hit. Hit. I hit the doors with all my strength until my hands were sore and bloody. Tears escaped my eyes, my head was aching, and I felt defeated. 

  Room F12 was one of the most unique rooms in Azkaban. The floor was oak, and the walls were bright green. Three orange arm chairs were arranged in there, in a neat circle with a rectangle shaped table in the middle. On the table, a packet of unopened biscuits lay there with a glass bottle of water and cups. There was also several locked filing cabinets in the room. 

  I still felt angry, but I  also felt deeply sad. I put myself into the corner of the room and cried my eyes out, my hands were sweaty, my head was burning with range. 

"Hello Delphi," a voice said, behind me. 

I didn't respond. I didn't even turn my head to look at her.  She seemed to get this, however and stayed quiet for a few minutes. 

"You, know, it is normal to be feeling this way under your circumstances." she said.

For the first time, I looked at her. Her hair was the colour of golden blonde and was very long, she had a short neck and was wearing a colourful dress. 

"What do you know about me?" I asked, feeling angrier, still. 

"Only about your case and your recent behaviour, but I have studied psychology for a long time and I now have a certification in human psychology. I understand what makes people behave in certain ways and how to resolve problems in a healthy way." 

I grunted. "No one can understand me." 

"I'm not saying, I fully understand you, just parts of you. I'm here to help you, Delphi." 

"I don't want help. I don't need help!" I snapped back, getting up on my feet. "Now can I leave or do I have to strangle you first?" I could feel my pulse quickening. 

"Delphi," she said trying to remain calm, "Please, let me help you. I want to help you." 

"Well, I don't want you!" I screamed, rushing for the door.  But of course, it was still locked and I had no  means of doing magic. 

I stared at her and we both remained in silence for a few moments. 

"Why are you keen on helping anyway, I'm a murderer and attempted murdered times two. I almost managed to bring back Voldemort. Not to mention countless other crimes." 

"Because there's a reason why people commit these crimes, and it boils down to being deeply unhappy or even traumatised by something. Something the general population can barely imagine. You, for instance, never had a mother or father to look up to while growing up as you were an orphan. Your carer treated you with neglect and hatred. And then, you were manipulated by a grown man to do his bidding when you were a teen. When these issues are fixed, it prevents further crimes from taking place and benefits both the person and society in general. That's why I'm keen on helping you. Because people don't just commit these crimes because they feel like it." 

For the first time, she was actually making sense. 

"Ok," I replied. "I understand you." 

"Take a biscuit and grab a seat," she replied. 

For one of the first times, I did as I was told.