I am running. I do not know how long for, but I must run. Sweat is pouring down my face and body. I turn left, then a right, then another left. The walls, a combination of concrete or limestone made my head ache. They brown rocky floor under my dirty feet cause a bloody trail wherever I go. The clothing that I wear weighs me down, making me disrobe my shin guards, chest plate, elbow protectors, and heavy jeans as I run, leaving me wear a thin loose singlet and tights that were under my jeans. As I come across a crossroad, pausing to make a decision, a mechanical roar echoes from behind me. 'It's close,' I think. With all logical thoughts running out of my head, I turn right. As I turn another left, I hit a dead end.

"Shit" I mutter.

As I turn around, I realise there won't be enough time to run back. Instead, I glance back towards the limestone wall. 'If I have enough time, I can scale the wall. Or, I can face the demonic creature chasing me' I think. Abruptly, loud footsteps of a beast like Godzilla cause me to lead to option 1. As my eyes scan the wall, they spot a pipeline on the Right wall, fairly close to the back wall.

"Perfect" I say to myself.

As I take a few steps back, I then close my eyes, take a slow deep breath, and run. As I am running to the back wall, I lift up my left leg, which I push against the back wall, thrusting my body to the left wall. My sweaty palms almost lost grip on the cold pipe. As I regain focus, I adjust myself so both legs are on the pole. Then, I scale the wall like a spider. Feeling accomplished, I turn around. All the blood drains from my face when I see the monster. It must been at least 12 feet tall, with being 5 foot 5, is double my size. A gulp arises from my throat. As the terror seizes me, I stand utterly still when a rope seizes my neck. I try to scream in pain, as the rope becomes tighter. As I collapse of pain, I am unable to move my arms or legs at all. My fingers, the only working part of the body, scrape the package in the pocket in my pants that I stole only hours before. I sigh of relief. Then a shadowed figure stands over me, which I immediately know is a man, due to the bulkiness and silhouette.

He says to me "Have a nice time", then he raises his foot and before it reaches me, I wake up.

I scream, as I crawl away from the wall. I check my surroundings, making sure I'm still in one piece. As I scan the four walls, sadness creeps into my heart. As much as that nightmare scares the shit of me, the feeling of running and freedom always stabs at me, as I know that is now out of reach. As my index and middle fingers of the right hand rub my temple, I remember and recap what happened last night.

"I'm a witch, I am a wicked witch. I am in a prison full of other evil wizards not terrorists or psychopaths I assumed for the past year, who have gone to the dark side." I say to myself as I breather slowly to regain control of my body. I curse at myself for going to sleep. I can't sleep, as when that door opens, terror seizes me, and demons crawl out from the shadows to seize my unconscious body. Also known as nightmares. As I glance down, I see little rays of sunlight. I turn around, seeing the shutters close off almost most of the sunlight; some of the slippery sucker come through. As a glimmer of hope, shimmers in my heart, I smile, knowing that there might be a tiny chance, of escape. As I continue thinking about escape and freedom, my thoughts are cleared by the sound of a British man saying

"Hey Princess, wanna tell me what happened yesterday?"

This thick British accent and his sense of humor always keep me grounded. That bugger always knows how to make me laugh.

As I walk, or more hop over to the cell wall connecting us, I crouch down, and then rest my ass on the ground. I pull out a rectangular brick, and rest it beside us, so that we can see each other.

"That depends," I say, "In what you know."

He laughs, and then crouches down, so his face is visible. He has dark skin, gorgeous hazel eyes, and green hair. I know what you're thinking. Green hair, seriously? Well, it was originally brown, but then after being spat on by Erumpent, his hair turned green, according to him of course.

"Yello Princess," He grins, with gleaming eyes that spell trouble and curiosity.

"Sup Trenton". I smile back, because it's so hard not to.

"So, a little birdy told me, that ya got a little visit from some people last night". He smirks at me, already knowing the answer.

"I may have". He hates our game we play. How I always elude his questions. From the look on his face, he knows it too.

"Alright, enough bullshit, what happened last night?" He is so desperate for gossip. Its not like anything actually happens on this floor.

"As long as you answer all my questions. Truthfully and Detailed. Deal?"

"Deal." We shake hands through the wall. His hand is double my size, so I always feel so safe and protected whenever around him. "Now spill" he declares.

"Okay, last night, when you were all asleep, two figures came into my cell. They made this light appear like the sun and everything." A little stab at my heart again, because of an object I may never see again. I continue with the story "One was an auror, well that's what he said, named Malcom Machery."

"Never heard of him. Must be new" Trenton says. That pipes up my curiosity, but I'll ask later.

I continue. "The other person was a woman, named Hermione Granger."

He stares at me, wide-eyed and terrified, a look I have never seen before, which scares the bejesus out of me.

"Hermione Granger, as in, the Hermione Granger?"

"That's what she said."

"What did she ask about?"

"That's the thing, I think she had a plan of attack, you know to get information, but cause I'm a dumb idiot, I said I have no idea who you are. She asked then if I know about Hogwarts, a dude names harry potter, and Magic."

"Did she say anything else?"

"Umm." I pause, and find the courage and words to continue. "She said I'm a witch. A very evil witch. Then I said get out, and they left, taking the light with them, then I cried and fell asleep."

"Ya fell asleep? Ya have never been asleep since ya gotten here." He continues to stare at me, with empathetic eyes, which I believe.

"Yeah, I did, I had the worst nightmare too."

"Do ya wanna talk bout it?"

"No thanks". Now, after a silent couple of seconds, I ask him

"Are you a wizard, Trenton?"

He pauses. I see his mouth twitch.

"Yes."

I close my eyes, already, feeling betrayed. I don't wanna yell at him though. Being my only friend, I use a meditation technique I learnt a couple of years ago. I open my eyes again. The look on his face is apologetic, and washes away all anger towards him.

"Why didn't you tell me Trenton" I whisper.

"Cause I didn't want ya to be scared. I wanted for us to be real friends." He stops and continues. "I knew ya were a witch, from the first moment I saw ya. Ya had real potential Annabelle; I saw it with me own eyes. I saw how ya were so brave and selfless, even if ya didn't show it. I knew how fragile ya were, so I didn't want to tell ya before you weren't ready."

I look up to him. When I stare into his Hazel eyes, I know he is saying the 100% truth. I wanted to ask so much more, wanted to know how to do stuff, but I didn't have the words to explain anything.

I asked him "Trenton, how did you know?"

"I knew Annabelle, cause ya were special. Cause when ya got angry, the sea would cry out in angry waves I tell ya. When you were mildly content, the waves were quiet. I knew ya were a witch, cause you could do magic without a wand, or without even thinking about it. That's how I knew."

I stare at him, amazed, that I never noticed this before. I feel so stupid, for even thinking about getting mad at him.

I ask him another question. "How did I get here?"

He looks at me, then asks "Are ya sure ya wanna know?"

I nod, feeling dread already inside of me, but I must know. I am sick of secrets locking all the doors to the truth. "Tell me" I say.

He breathes heavily, then starts talking "I personally didn't know for a long time. But one day, I heard a couple of those guards talking bout ya. They said, They said that ya stole something, something no one could steal. They said that ya were so fast and quick that no one even noticed. They said that ya stole from Gringotts, the bank that was so protected Princess. They said that no one had the guts too. But ya did. Ya actually got away. Ya were so close; ya were the best thief known to this world. They called ya Hermes. They gave that name ya. Hermes. Until, an auror, named Cormac Gaunt, and took ya down. Rumor has it that a dragon or a mythical beast chased you like that. People dunno what ya even stole. But that ya were reckless, and ya were stupid. They didn't even know ya a girl. However, ya were the best. People fear the name Hermes now I tell ya. Nevertheless, that is how ya got here. Ya stole something, and hours later, ya were caught."

I swallow the information that Trenton has overloaded. I understand know. Everything now fits into place. From the sirens, to the walls shifting, to the dragon, to everything. It all makes sense.

"I stole a stone. It a black stone, with gold engravings, no words describing its beauty. I was gonna sell it. I wanted it so badly. I needed it, so the kids and I could actually you know, get a house."

Trenton looks up at me confused. "Other kids? What other kids Princess?"

"Before I stole from Gringotts, I was in a group of bandits. We lived in the Middle East. We travelled daily, from Iran, to Afghanistan, to Iraq, we kept moving. We were street thieves. Couldn't notice us if you tried. I was always looking out for new things, water purifiers and everything. One day, I heard a group of people whisper about a fortune, worth of money, rare objects and knowledge. I followed the,, and I saw a passageway. The next day, I went down it, and discovered what they were talking about. It was beautiful Trenton, so beautiful. Books, so many books. There was money, hundreds and hundreds of coins. And then I saw it. The stone was located in a glass container. I was memerized. I stole that. Then an alarm went off. I ran for the hills. Then, a monster started chasing it, I told the kids to go to the safehold. I told them that I loved them. The older ones, my age, demanded that they help me. I refused, ordered them to help the others. I kept running. As I almost got away. The man, Cormac Gaunt, lassoed my neck, and stomped on my face, knocking me out. Next thing I knew, I woke up here."

He stares at me, analyzing everything I just said.

I continue to say something "I also stole a necklace. It had a hourglass in the middle. It was so beautiful. The guards didn't see it though. I still have it."

I dig my hand in my shirt and pull out the necklace. The necklace, still shining beautiful as the day I found it, always mesmorises me. Trenton holds his breath.

"Annabelle, that's that's, how did ya keep it?"

"I dunno. But I swear that no one is taking it from me. Trenton, How did you get here?"

As soon as I ask the question, his face drops. I say quickly "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I'm so sor-"

"I killed someone." He looks at him, and my breath hitches. He continues. "I was reckless, and I accidentally killed a man. He was abusing a younger girl, his daughter I think. I was caught up in the moment, and I killed him. Its against the law to kill anyone, especially muggles. So, I was sent here. They could've given me a death sentence, but they didn't. I didn't use a wand though, which made me even more dangerous." As he is about to continue, loud thuds echo from the hallway.

"Quickly Annabelle, the Guards are coming" Trenton says. I nod my head in approval. "We'll talk later princess. See ya" he whispers. I grab the brick and slide it back into place, making me feel isolated in despair. Just as I go the stand up, the door opens. I swivel my head, and lose all my breath. I see them. Suddenly, a bright light flashes in front of me. I release a high-pitched squeal. As I fall to the floor, Tiredness makes me close my eyes. 'No No, Don't go to sleep.' I think to myself. Nevertheless, it is no use. As my body is smashed against the concrete, my eyes start to shut closer. As they are closing, I hear Trenton's yells and a blurred out conversation. As nausea fills me, I feel my body being pulled up from the ground into a strong set of arms. Before I am sent into a slumber, I hear a voice in my ear.

"Hush my child, Hogwarts is waiting. Sleep now, whilst you can Hermes."