A/N: Hiya! Just wanted you all to know that this is my first fan fic, so be nice. I want to know if it is worth carrying on with this fic.
All major characters belong to the world created by JK Rowling. Meg is my own creation. I am doing this for no profit, just my own enjoyment.
Chapter 1 – Azkaban.
My name is Meg. Just Meg. There's nothing special about it. I'm just an ordinary person (well I'm a witch), living an ordinary life, in an ordinary town. I have a nice house, and I spend hours pottering around in my little garden, absent to the world around me. I have a nice job, nice friends and a fiancée' who loves me. When the sun shines down on to my face, the sensation warms me to the very centre of my being. In my world there is no shadows, no darkness and most especially no war…
I turn slightly and feel once again that emptying feeling. My world turns dark and a cold wind sweeps through me, drowning any ounce of happiness that I clung so desperately to. I hear a scream…a cold piercing scream that slowly overtakes me, so that every morsel of my dream is stripped away from me. It was no good clinging to the dream, it would only make this process worse.
I open my eyes, sleep no longer an option to distract me from the cruel reality that was my life now. The haunting shadow of one of the many dementors that guarded this prison was hovering at my cell door, sucking the only happy feeling I'd had in months away from me. I tried to look into the endless black of its hood, hoping to see its eyes. I was curious as to what a dementor's face looked like, did it have eyes, a nose, anything that resembled anything familiar to me? I often looked to it, but I never saw anything, only the dark pit of its hood.
The screaming stopped as abruptly as it began. And I watched, silently, as the dementor glided away, to go and search for another of it's pray. That's all we were its prey. There was nothing we could do about it, only wait. Wait until the madness consumed us entirely. Yes, this was my life.
I tried to think of the dream that I had just been robbed of. But it was no use, it wasn't coming back, no matter how much I wanted it to. So instead I abandoned that and thought of this…this living hell. Why was I here? I knew why, I was caught. But I was caught by the wrong side, my own side.
It was a Wednesday…if I remembered right. Wednesday the 7th of April 1980. I had been here 4 months today. 4 months of hell for the cause, was it worth it? What was I thinking? Of course it was worth it. I had sworn to die for that same cause, sometimes I wished I could die, rather than remain here in this god forsaken place.
The truth was, I was a spy. I belonged to the order of the phoenix, but I had bee caught. I had joined the Dark Lords band of death eaters, in order to pass information back to the orders head, Albus Dumbledore. I had been in the Dark Lords services for nearly 6 months, and in those 6 months I had done enough to rightfully earn my place in the wizard prison Azkaban.
And that is where I am, Azkaban. The place where others fear to speak it's name. Not many come out of Azkaban. The horrors within are enough to drive you mad. But I was not mad. I refused to let the darkness over power me, I refuse to submit to it's power. I have enough horrid thoughts to escape the madness.
"Just one more day…" I kept saying to my self, "Dumbledore will come for me…"
I had been saying that for 4 months, and he still hasn't come. I haven't had any word from the outside world. I wonder if he even knows if I'm here? Dumbledore knows everything, I affirmed myself on a regular basis. But even then, my thoughts would wander back to why I was in here.
I was on a raid. It was a dark night and how well we all fitted into the darkness. All of us death eaters, cloaked in the usual black robes with the hoods pulled high up over our heads and shading our faces. I never knew who was with me when I went on raids. But it didn't matter. We were there to do a job. We were there, at the ministry of magic trying to gain information from the Auror head quarters.
I didn't know what information it was, but the dark lord wanted it, and as one of his inner circle I had to get it. There were only 3 others with me, one of them I recognised as Lucius Malfoy. His slimy voice barking orders at the rest of us.
As we closed on the head quarters, I knew something wasn't right, it was too quiet. It all seemed too simple. But as the 4 of us made it in to the offices, Lucius grabbing what was required, but as soon as he touched the papers, there was an ambush. All I remember was Lucius shouting, "Apperate!" and then the sound of angry cries.
The awaiting Aurors fired stunning spells all around the room. It turned out that Lucius was the only one who escaped. But he had the papers. I was knocked out by one of the spells and then I woke up in Azkaban.
Bartimous Crouch had just put me in here. I didn't even have a trial. I was just flung in here, with a life sentence. But Dumbledore would do something. He always did. He wouldn't leave me in here to rot, I was his spy. Along with another member of the order, Severus Snape, we enlisted into the dark lords services and we had been feeding back information ever since. But I was his spy. I was too valuable to loose to the dementors. I knew that, and I knew that Dumbledore knew that. So that was why I still had some hope of surviving this.
"Weasley?" This shook me back to the here and now. Was this someone trying to interact with me? I looked up form where I was sitting. There at the bars stood a man, he seemed tall, but then again I was sitting on the floor. He had a long nose, and mean eyes. His smile was crooked and devious. In his hand he swung a set of golden keys.
"What?" I answered him. His bent smile vanished at my bluntness. I looked directly into his eyes. Was I trying to intimidate him? If I was I was doing it without even meaning to. These months in Azkaban, tied with time I had been with the dark lord had turned me cold. I sat, waiting for him to tell me what he has to say.
"There's two people here to see you…" he replied after what seemed like an eternity. His smile returned at the look on my face. Dumbledore? Could it be him? Had he finally come to get me out? I stumbled to get up, I had to lean against the wall to support myself I was so weak. And slowly I made it towards the barred cell door.
The man just stood there, casually swinging his set of keys around in his hand. His smile broadened as he saw me looking at the set of keys. Was he going to let me out? Of course he was, he had just said so. But then why was he taking so dam long about it? I looked back up to his face…he was taller than me, by almost a foot.
"Well?" I questioned, looking between both his face and the set of keys, "Are you going to let me out?" Did I really want to hear the answer to that? Yes, of course I did, he had to let me out…I had people waiting for me.
"What can I get out of it?" He said, looking me up and down. I had no answer for him. What was he expecting? His sick smile turned in to a smirk as he could tell that I was racing through things I my head. In truth I would love to cause him as much pain as I possibly could. He was delaying. Denying me from something…it could be Dumbledore. So this man was standing in the way of my freedom.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked coyly. God was I really doing this? I couldn't believe it, this wasn't suppose to be happening! I continued to look between the set of keys in his hand and his face. He raised one of his disgusting eye brows and started to look for the key that would open my door.
Thank God! I was getting out of here at last! I would see all of my friends, my parents, my fiancée…
The lock clicked open, and then the heavy iron door swung open as well. I took a step forward, out of the open door, but the warden made himself known with a "hmm hmm?" I turned to look at him. His smile had faded slightly, and he was holding what seemed to be a pair of muggle hand cuffs.
"We have to make sure you're a good girl now…" What the hell was this? Some sick, kinky game for him? "I'm not warring those!" I stated. He looked disappointed. So what…Dumbledore was waiting for me!
"This way…" He mumbled as he pointed over his shoulder, before turning and walking in the direction he had just pointed. I followed him, like a child in a parents shadow I followed him. He was leading me to Dumbledore, he was leading me to freedom. We walked through the corridors of Azkaban, trying to avoid the hands coming out of the cells and trying to grab my dirty robes. I was still in my death eater's robes, and had been for the last 4 months. My hair hadn't seen a brush for the same amount of time.
At long last, we entered into the main building, every time I passed a dementor I felt the same could dread that accompanied such foul creatures. Eventually we stopped in front of a solid oak door, with heavy iron hinges. The warden pushed at the door and as it opened a thick layer of dust fell from the top of it. But I didn't care!
I pushed past the warden, unable to bare the suspense any longer, and sat in the room, on two wooden chairs behind a wooden table were my old head master, Albus Dumbledore and my older brother, Arthur Weasly. Tears poured from my eyes, before I even knew it. I was going home.
