A/N: Hey! Just so you know what you're going to be reading; this is a story on Harry's twin sister who had been living in a dungeon for over ten years. Mostly because her guardian, also known as the bloody amazing Sirius Black had been captured thanks to one Peter Pettigrew (My blood just boils when I hear his name). And well... Read on. ;)
Disclaimer: The characters totally and completely belong to J.K Rowlings, except for Lexi Potter.
I walked up to the door once more; thumping it for around the hundredth time. My hands were itching with pain, but I needed someone to hear me. I'd been here for ten years, almost all my life. I was able to survive here pretty easily since someone, somewhere provided me with food and water, but I still needed a life.
I knew it wasn't Sirius, my Godfather as he seemed to claim; he was more of a father to me. He never told me my parents' story; he said he would one day, but apparently that day would never come since I was stranded here, and he remained at Azkaban.
Since the time Peter Pettigrew accused Sirius of something he himself had accomplished (Sirius never told me of it), he'd been sent to Azkaban.
I was just a mere child then; and my parents hadn't known about me because I had been sent to my godfather mysteriously as soon as they died; with a letter that convinced Sirius that I was indeed they're daughter.
From what I'd gotten out of him, the letter consisted of a few hospital records that had never been shown to my parents; with the fact that I existed written on it.
He'd taken care of me since then. Though it was for a few years I'd grown pretty close to him.
After Sirius had been sent to Azkaban, I was abducted by people still unknown to me since I hadn't been able to see their face. These people took me the place where I've been confined for forever since.
I'd been sent papers while I was confined; I didn't know how, but they seemed to magically appear out of nowhere. It was probably a trick I'd never read off the books on the study of magic I'd been sent as well.
Through the papers I'd been receiving, I found out that Sirius had escaped prison, I kept on hoping he'd come save me form this hell hole, but I was too naive.
He never came. It'd been a year since his release from prison; and he never came.
Making me loses hope on any kind of survival; but I still tried, just wanting to get out of this room, and live.
I thumped the door again, as hard as I could, letting out all my frustrations; letting out my anger, fear, curiosity, probably every conflicted emotion I'd felt since I'd started living here.
Just then I heard one voice, and that voice made the hope rush back onto the surface.
"Is anyone there?"
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