You're All That I Despise

by MedicusPolypus

Days turn to weeks turn to months turn to years so when they offer me my freedom in return for loyalty I signed the dotted line without reading the fine print. This is the first of many mistakes I make. Insulting him was the second. ( Cover photo illustrated by tumblr user Prettyflyforaredspy at )

1. Prologue

My eyes darted around the courtroom in a frantic manner. I hadn't slept well the night prior to the Trial and it was making it hard to stay awake, just keeping my eyes open was a concerted effort. My gaze rose to the mass of dementors swarming overhead, they chilled me to the bone and made my stomach drop.

"Miss Serket, I will not ask you a third time. How do you plead?" the Judges expression was stern, the words rolled off her tongue so smoothly it was evident she had asked the words a thousand times.

I cleared my throat and shifted cautiously in my seat, "I plead guilty Your Honour." As the words left my mouth the court become a buzz with chaotic chatter.

The Judge pounded her gavel into her desk, "Order in the court or you will be removed," as the court quietened she continued, "For your crimes against the Ministry I deliver you a life sentence in Azkaban".

Again the noise levels rose and several people stood and began hurling cruel words in Fionnoula's direction, cameras flashed at me and I lifted my bound hands to cover my exposed face. Aurors stepped forward and placed their hands upon me, lifting me to my feet and towards the door. As we entered the hallway I felt bile rise in my throat as I hurled my body forward to empty my stomaches contents across the polished floor.

Someone grasped at my shoulder firmly and pulled me up off the floor. "Keep moving Serket." Their voices became muffled and my vision began to blur. I shook my head quickly and vomited again. I heard a groan of protest and then nothing.

I suddenly became vaguely aware of the chorus of screams rushing through my ears and the numb sensation in my toes and fingers, I grasped at my legs and tucked them into my chest trying to create some warmth. A cold presence began to spider its way up my leg and along my back resting at the nape of my neck. Goosebumps broke out across my skin and I stirred into full consciousness. As I opened my eyes I was startled by the looming presence of a dementor hovering over my crumpled body.

The terrified scream I produced melded with the hellish chorus of my neighboring prisoners. Azkaban turned out to be everything I imagined it would be. A never ending nightmare.