"Treason"

Summary: Azkaban with Bellatrix. "You could be worth something one day, rat. I'm worth something. Did you know?"

I own nothing but my thoughts.

-intoxobscurity

This cell is empty except for you, rat.

Well, yes, I suppose I'm here too. But not really.

I'm not really here because this is a dream and my Lord is near and He is protecting me and He will not let me fall.

Don't look at me like that, rat.

No, I don't like to be teased. Silly rat, come back here.

Rat needs to be taught a lesson.

Don't run. Don't be scared.

Don't let me bother you, oh no, that would be bad. I'm really not that scary, of course I'm not.

You could be worth something one day, rat.

I'm worth something. Did you know?

Yes, yes I am. Now don't look at me like that again little rat.

You feel dirty in my hand, you do. But, see? Nothing to fear.

No need to squeak.

I'm a soldier, I fight scum so the world can be pure and we can be free.

People aren't really people if they have dirt in their veins.

Do you have dirt in your veins, rat?

Does my squeezing bother you, rat?

Of course it does, silly me.

There, now that's better. A nice, light grip.

Do you have a family, rat?

Do you love them, rat?

Of course you don't. I can see it in your eyes.

Love is vile, there is no need to feel such a thing.

I'm petting you, rat, don't turn your neck away.

You have a fragile neck, rat.

Of course you do.

So small, so innocent.

No, not innocent, rat. You're right. Not innocent.

I suppose you've seen many people die, rat.

I suppose you think you're clever, rat.

I suppose you think you've won.

There goes my temper, rat, I apologize.

Yes, I can see now.

Rat, why are you squeaking?

What's wrong, rat?

Why are there hands around your neck?

No, that's too tight. Much too tight.

Let go, hands!

Rat, are you there? Your eyes are glassy. Are you crying, rat?

Move, rat! Get up!

There is cackling, rat. I can hear it. Someone is laughing.

Someone is laughing at you.

It is not I, rat. I was your friend.

Shut up, voice.

It is not leaving. It is not going away, rat.

You are dead, rat, and I am mourning, but the hands keep moving, keep cracking your bones.

You are dead and I am mourning, but the shrieks still fill the air.

Perhaps, rat, you were not a good friend. You left me too soon. Much too soon.

Bad, rat! Look at your body, bad rat. So distorted.

The shrieks are gone too, bad rat.

The shrieks are gone because I'm giggling.