Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of these characters. I own the plot, or whatever you want to call this crazy idea.

Prologue

Today is August 11, 2005, my twenty-fourth birthday. Seven years. I have been in jail for seven years today. In jail for something I did not do. They offered to set me free last year, after finding proof of my innocence, but I threw it back in their face. They have taken everything, I have nothing to go back to.

My parents are dead. My father, Arthur Weasley, died in the war. He shouldn't have been in that war, he was dead with grief after my mother's death. Not just because of her death, but because I was supposedly involved in her death. My own family believed me to be capable of killing my own mother. That killed me. Sitting in the court room, chained up, while they sat by watching me being convicted to life imprisonment for being a spy for Voldemort. I, who had just barely turned seventeen. I never graduated from Hogwarts.

Bill, my eldest brother, married Fleur Delacour in 1997. They have three sons: Antonin, Christophe, and Jean. Charlie married Hestia Jones in 1999. They have three sons: Timothy, Thomas and Michael. Percy eventually married Penelope Clearwater in 2001 and they had a son named Stuart. Fred and George had a triple wedding with Lee and married in 2002. Fred married Angelina Johnson and they have a son named Forge. George married Alicia Spinnet and they have a son named Gred. Gred and Forge are identical. Lee married Katie Bell and they have a son named Cedric. Ron finally married Hermione in 2003 and they had three sons: Arthur and the twins Harry and James. Also, Nymphadora Tonks eventually managed to convince Remus Lupin to marry her and they have a son named Ted.

I haven't spoken to any of my brothers since the trial, well more them talking than me, they just told me how much they despised me. I've never met any of my nephews, although I find it hilarious that I have no nieces.

So goes the female Weasley curse though. Ever since there have been Weasleys the female Weasleys, by blood, have been cursed with tragic bad luck. I never believed in it until I was sent to jail because I was the first female Weasley born for several generations, we had all stopped believing the 'myth.'

I declined their offer to leave. You see, if a prisoner is found innocent and they have been in jail for at least ten years, the ministry allows the use of a time-turner to go back in time to stop them from ever being imprisoned. I had been in jail for only six years though, so I decided to stay in jail until ten years is up. They can't legally force me out and unless I sign a document I am still a guilty convict.

My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, the dumbest-fuck-who-ever-lived.

At least I am not alone. I have Luna Lovegood here with me. She lives in the cell next to mine and shares it with Millicent Bulstrode. Ever since the war and our new minister was appointed, Azkaban had become overrun with so many convicts we are now forced to share cells. Azkaban is now guarded by useless aurors since dementors can no longer be trusted.

Luna was sent to prison for attempting to rob Gringrotts with a muggle semi-automatic gun last year. She wore a Scrimgeour mask, she couldn't find a ski mask. Her father taped them, trying to create a movie. She accidentally took out four goblins, not knowing how to use it, before making her getaway with her father. Unfortunately he didn't know much about driving cars so they crashed into several places on their way to the 'secret hide out,' their house. Scrimgeour finally figured out what had happened after several days of being treated strangely. Sadly, everyone believed he had gotten drunk again and that he did actually rob Gringrotts. People had been gossiping about him for several days straight until someone finally told him why one billion galleons was missing from Gringrotts. He died of shock. The authorities figured out it was Luna because she made the mistake of going back to the bank to deposit it under her name. Apparently Luna had been watching too many American muggle movies.

The ministry has gone haywire since then strangely. When Rufus Scrimgeour died of a tragic muggle heart attack, none other than Sibyll Patricia Trelawney took over. I was as surprised as anyone. Luna, being her favorite student, was only sentenced to two years in Azkaban, why Luna was her favorite student I have no idea.

Blaise Zabini shares the cell across from mine with Theodore Nott. Nott is a vampire now, he was caught sucking some muggle nuns dry, he has a thing for virgins. Blaise was the only one that could share a room with him because he is a werewolf. Werewolf blood is like poison to a vampire. Blaise never talks about how he became a werewolf. He also has a unhealthy obsession with Luna. He spends recess time drawing pictures of her or writing poetry about her, he has gotten pretty good. I pity him, he is in love with the most clueless girl.

Blaise went to jail about a week after Luna did in 2004. Trelawney had a 'premonition' that Blaise Zabini would kill Draco Malfoy, his best friend, in the future. I think she was trying to look good and prove that she really was a seer. Obviously, he was not one of her best students. Luckily he was only sentenced to two years.

My last cellmate, Daphne Greengrass, a former Slytherin in the same year as my brother, Ron, had an 'accident' and was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for severe injuries. My new cellmate should be here sometime this week, I wonder if it will be someone I know...