God I'm sick of this place. I've only been here ten years. It's got to be interesting soon. At least I've gotten to the point of being able to sleep. My eyes must look horrible. The screams echo down the grimy walls of hell. Perhaps my husbands. Or brother-in-laws. They are weak. I have never once screamed in here. Not when they set the Dementors on me. Not even when I got my new cell mate: Sirius Black. Grrrr. I utter not one word. He flicks stones at me and tosses around nick-names he gave me while in Hogwarts. Yes this prison is my own personal hell. The screams are echoing again.
Sirius is getting more insane by the second muttering "he's at Hogwarts," over and over again. No! I did not mean that! He's one of the unlucky ones without a trial. Here for something he didn't do. I'm here for something I did. I was… misinformed. I blame Snape for my fate. Trying to protect the mud-blood bitch.
About once a week I get letters from Dromeda rubbing it in my face how happy she is with her half-blood brat and her mud-blood husband. I don't read them anymore. I have the guards burn them.
Ten years of having it rubbed in my face that a HALF-BLOOD, Potter killed my master. My mark has disappeared. Sirius is poking me. Maybe I should pull his ear like I used to when we were children. I do.
He screams and flicks rocks at me. Poor thing. I pity him. His insanity, his prosecution. Don't tell him I said that. I'm insane talking to a piece of parchment.
"Someday we'll get out Trixie, you and I together." He slurs. Have a nice time with that dream Sirius. "I love you Bella. Your silence inspires me. Not one day in ten years have you uttered one word. You didn't cry. You didn't protest. You take your pin in silence." He says. He pulls me into a tight embrace. "Bella I wish you didn't give your life up for a man that will never love you back." I wish I hadn't as well. It's ruined my mind. "We'll get through together," he promises. "Please speak to me. I want ot hear your sweet thick voice. Please."
"I want to go with you." I say.
"Dreams poison one's mind." He murmurs. He lets go of me. Bella I miss it. When we were best friends. You stopped talking to me when I was sorted into Gryffindor. I missed you."
He had a point. When I stopped talking to him everything reminded me of my best friend.
"That's all in the past love." I say.
"And even if no one comes to visit us we'll have each other." He says. I can see the tears washing away the grime on his face.
"I'm your friend, Sirius, I promise." I say.
And we clung to each other- not as lovers but as friends. My first happy memories in Azkaban.