"Ms Marty Mayhem, you are here-by suspended until further notice." The Minister of Magic told me in Dumbledore's office. "You will be owled a letter on a hearing to know if you have been expelled or not."
"Right Minister." I nodded, "If that is all I will take my things and leave to the Hogwarts Express."
"That is all." The Minister nodded.
"Minister, if I may have a word with Ms. Mayhem..." The Minister excused himself as Marty turned and looked at the Headmaster. "Ms Mayhem..." I gave him my full attention, "I am aware of your condition, and for you it may not be safe..." I nodded, "...Your magic is still allowed outside of school by the decree of defensive judgement, but you are still not allowed to use magic in front of a muggle. Do you understand?"
"Yes Professor. The same rules as summer." I paused, "Professor..."
"Yes Ms Mayhem?"
"Is there a higher chance of me being expelled than being able to return back?" I asked him.
"It is whatever you believe in, Ms Mayhem." Professor Dumbledore told me as he walked around his desk, "I do know we will see each other again, Ms Mayhem, but until then, stay safe."
"Thank you Professor." I said with a small bow of my head before leaving his office.
Once I was out of Dumbledores office my arms were seized by two guardsmen that looked like they worked for the ministry, Aurors most likely. "Who are you?!" I shot, my accent flaring more than it normally would, "Get your rubbish hands off me! I dare say!"
"Silencio." The Minister said his wand pointed at me, "Nobody will notice if you never come back, you hear?" I glared at him as I was dragged out of the castle, my trunk and items all ready on the carriage that was to take me away from Hogwarts. This was not what I expected being suspended would be like.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"My wand?!" I shot as I was put into the cell, "You're bloody mad!" The auror grabbed it from my hand and snapped it in two, "You're mental! I'm not sent to Azkaban for life, my wand should not have been snapped!"
"Using an Unforgivable curse on anyone gives you a one way ticket to here." Mad-eye Moody said as I was pushed to the wall by another Auror and had my wrist hand cuffed to the walls.
"That doesn't bloody well mean you have a right to snap my wand!" She shot at him, "And I didn't do it, y'hear! I didn't curse Beatrice!"
"Aye, but you have cursed other wizards." Moody shot at me, "Have you not?"
"Out of sheer defense." I argued, I could notice the posh of my voice when I did get defensive, which wasn't to often. "I had been under a special decree which allows me, an underage witch, to use magic in the case of defense and living."
"But once you enter Hogwarts Grounds the decree falls back to as if you are underage." Moody shot at me, "And from what I've heard, you've attacked students before without much thought. Do you deny that?"
"Sir, I can clearly explain everything." I fought back, trying to keep my temper from rising.
"Not now." Moody grumbled as he closed the cell.
"You're a complete arse, Moody!" I yelled at him before leaning against the wall and sliding onto the bench. I crossed my legs and mumbled about how stupid the ministery had fallen.
I could have sworn it was years that I had been in there, but it was only a couple days later when I heard the door to my cell open and I looked up to see the darkness called a dementor. It was cold, and my life was flashing through my mind. Pain and suffering, and the feeling of never being happy again. Was I ever really happy?
"Expecto Patronus!" A light shot in through the cell, the dementor fleeing as I looked up to see the headmaster there. "Ms Mayhem..." He began as he walked over to me, "How are you doing?"
"Just lovely." I said with a roll of my eyes, sarcasm slipping through my lips. It probably wasn't the best thing to be doing when Dumbledore was more than likely here to free me. "What did they say, Sir?"
"You're hearing will be this Saturday at nine in the morning." He told me and I nodded. "That's in two days."
"Oh, okay!" I said nodding getting the just of time. "Professor, how long have I been in here?"
"Only a couple days, Ms. Mayhem." He said not looking pleased, "I was not to fond of them snatching you away like they did."
"Nor was I." I scrutinized.
"I will be back on Saturday to accompany you to your hearing."
"Thank you sir." I said with a small smile.
"Oh and here." He pulled out a small yellow piece of candy, "Lemon drop, thought you'd like one." He said popping it into my mouth.
"Thank you sir." I said with a smile as the taste of the sweet candy warmed my insides. "Have a nice day."
I was once asked to imagine what I feared most. I was a third year and the teacher had a boggart. We had to speak the spell when it transformed into our fear, but I was confused when I was approaching the boggart, how does one take the form of life? The boy in front of me took the shape of a clown, pitiful fears. It turned into a jump house, charming. So when I stepped up and looked at it, the jump house began to transform, and it couldn't take a shape.
It morphed and the students began to get annoyed. "Ms Mayhem, what is it that you fear?" The professor asked me.
"I fear nothing but the happiness of life." I said as my eyes trailed to the professor, "How does it take a shape of that?"
"It cannot." The professor told me, "Next student! Atwater, you're next."
If I was asked to step in front of a boggart today, what would my fear be? What would the boggartchange into? Probably to the state that I'm in now. Hardly eating, hardly sleeping, having all happiness sucked away. Feeling like I'm on the brink of death.
"There you are, Ms Mayhem." I heard someone say hours later, or was it the next day? "Trapped against the wall, with nowhere to run..."
"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes shooting to them, they hid beneaththe dark robes of a DeathEater. "A Death Eater I presume, in Azkaban... I take it you're not being imprisoned right this moment."
"You have quiet the mouth on you, don't you?" She laughed as she rested her long finger nailed hands on the bars, "Poor poor Mudbloodtrapped in Azkaban, and can't defend herself. What a pity."
"If your here to kill me, you're a mighty coward." I snarled, "Didn't have the nerve to face me when I had a wand, now did you?"
"You really do talk to much." Another voice came and I noticed it was that of a previous graduate from Hogwarts. He was in Slytherin a couple years ahead of myself. "And here I thought you were the quiet type in Slytherin."
"I was only quiet because there was no one to listen." I said narrowing my eyes on him, "I don't talk for the sheer pleasure, Lucius."
"She knows your name?" The woman laughed, "How charming..."
"Yeah I also know Voldemort's name, Tom Riddle. He's a little half-blood, why don't you kill him too?" I shot as a spell was shot at me. "Whoa, trying to hit me? You'll have to try better than that, now won't you?" I smirked, liking the entertainment value I was getting.
"YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THE DARK LORDS NAME!" The woman yelled at me and I found such amusement in it. She whipped her wand at me, a red jet shooting. I dodged the best I good, as it hit my hand as it busted the wrist bands that held me in one area off.
"Thanks." I said witha small smirk. "I can dodge better." Red jet after green jet came at me until I was hit, being set into the back wall with a great thud. "That hurt..." I mumbled as I looked around wearily as Lucius Malfoy and the woman turned and looked some place before quickly disappearing.
The minister of magic appeared before my cell door and opened it, "What do you blood want?" I shot as I stayed sitting on the floor, the back of my head hurting a bit from the wall, but so was every inch of my body.
"You were not charged for attacking Beatrice MacGreggor." The minister told her, "But, you are still held accountable for using the cruiciatus curse on Mr Thomas Thorncot on the evening of August 5th 1976 at 9:35pm."
"It was out of defense. My boss told me that if someone is going to attack me to scare them out of the pub." I protested, "And I was given under the decree-"
"I know you were given under the degree to use magic under aged Ms Mayhem." The minister of magic told me, cutting me off. "But an unforgivable is life in prison."
"I realize that Minister-"
"But, seeing as we have given you permission to use magic under aged out of defense..." He paused pulling out a piece of paper, "Ms Marty Mayhem is here-by cleared of charges, but will remain on record for future use."
"So I've been in here for a week, nearly get killed, and only to be released?" I said annoyed, "The ministry needs to straighten up some, sir. Capture the real criminals, not the ones that are falsely accused."
"Do you want to get out or not?" The minister said shortly.
"I'm happy to get the hell out of anywhere." I said as I pushed myself up, "Those bloody dementors loved me. Feeding off my dark past, lovely to relive it all, really it is. You should try it, Minister."
"I think I'd rather not, Ms Mayhem." The minister told me as he let me leave the cell.
"Oh and Minister..." I stopped and looked at him, "I need a new wand. I'll leave that to the ministry to purchase me a new one after snapping my last." I turned again and left Azkaban with one of the aurors that wasn't Moody, and that I was thankful it wasn't. "Another thing Minister." I turned and looked at him, "Have a wonderful day."
*
"Marty!" I heard Rae's voice come as I entered the common room Saturday morning. "You're back!"
"Yeah, woo hoo." I said with a small laugh as we fell onto the ground, "I can't remember what it's like to sleep in a bed... I think I'll go test my theory on if it's more comfortable than rock."
"So it's true then?" Samantha asked, helping me up, "They took you to Azkaban?"
"Yeah, but why didn't Beatrice say it was me? I thought for sure she would have." I said looking between Samantha and Rae.
"She told them that a Death Eater attacked her, and everyone knows that a muggleborn isn't a death eater." Samantha said, watching her words. "Coral and Amanda asked her why she hadn't done it. Why she didn't say that it was you."
"And what did she say?' I asked as we stayed standing.
"She said that you shouldn't be punished all the time. When she was hit with the cruciatus curse, she said she felt your pain and misery and decided to repent her ways. And the first way she's going to do it was to tell the truth and not ruin your life more than it is." Rae told me. "You were right Marty... all along."
"About what?" I said clueless.
"When they chose to mature and learn they're not the only ones hurting, they'll stop." Rae said with a smile.
"I said that?" I said trying to remember, "When?"
"Early September." Samantha shrugged, "Remember, Rae said your ways were stupid and you were going to end up dead."
"You knew the whole time that they would change, didn't you?" Rae asked me.
I laughed for a minute, "I was expecting they would continue until I was dead. I never knew that they would stop."
"You shouldn't be laughing about it." Samantha shot at me, "You still have Lyla that hates you."
"She's nothing to be afraid of. She's like the cockroach you want to kill but it's so funny watching it squirm and thinking it's winning." I grinned at the thought, "I wonder what she'd look like if she was a cockroach..."
"A whole lot better than she does now." Samantha and Rae laughed.
"Oh lord!" I shot, "What time is it?!"
"8:50, why?" Samantha asked.
"I got 10 minutes to meet him!" I said panicked as I jumped over the couch and up the stairs, praying that my trunk was there and it was. Samantha and Rae raced in behind me.
"What are you talking about, Mayhem?" Samantha asked me.
"The date!" Rae said remembering, "How did I forget?!"
"I can't believe I did!" I said before pausing, "Why am I panicking again?"
"Because you've never been on a date before and you don't know how to act." Samantha guessed and it hit me.
"Oh lord!" I jumped up and grabbed Rae, "How do you act on a date?"
"First you don't grab, and you have to act calm." Samantha told me, pulling me away from the sniffing Rae. "Who you going out with anyways?"
"Sirius Black." Rae told Samantha, "It was a trick date."
"What?!" Samantha's jaw dropped. "You know now that this means..." She looked around the room making sure no one else was in the room before continuing, "...that you can't date Regulus now."
"Why does everyone assume that I like Regulus?" I asked as I pulled the Azkaban outfit off, stripes that were faded didn't go well on me. I pulled out a simple black tank topped dress that flared out around my knees witha small fringe and a coat to go over it with a pain black scarf around my neck. "Is this okay?"
"I thought you said you didn't like Sirius either." Rae asked.
"I don't." I said quickly.
"Then why you trying to look all cute?" Samantha asked looking at me with a smirk.
"I am not." I said quickly again, almost before she could even finish her question.
"Marty, who is it that you do like?" Rae asked, "Sirius or Regulus?"
"I told you before..." I said looking at them, "I-"
"Don't believe in love. We've heard it before." Samantha and Rae said as if they were doing the creepy twin thing, when they're not twins.
"You like both don't you?" Rae gaped and I turned swiftly towards her, shock written on my face that she would say such a thing.
"That's preposterous." I said as if it wasn't allowed. In a way, it really wasn't.
"Marty, you have less than two minutes to meet up with him." Samantha said looking at the clock in the room.
"Hurry." Rae said, "You wouldn't want to keep Sirius waiting." I nodded and the three of us left the dormitory and Rae and Samantha ushered me out of the common room while many people looked at me quite oddly.
I made it to the room where I had been trapped with Sirius in earlier that week and I opened the door to see Sirius sitting on the desk in the front of the classroom, his wand out as he had propelled into the air, a shrunken head that was in the room. He looked over at me when I opened the door and smiled warmly. "Out of AzkabanI see." I nodded and he slid off the desk, tossing the shrunken head into a box with a flick of his wand.
"You look lovely." Sirius said as he opened the door for us to leave. "How long did it take you to decide?"
"I think about three minutes." I said honestly. He let out a small chuckle as he led me to the hump-back witch statue. "Is this how we're getting out?"
"Do you all ready know?" He asked with a small smirk as he pulled out his wand, "Dissendium." He tapped his wand tip onto the back of the witch who revealed the door to a tunnel out of Hogwarts. "Come on." He said jumping down and helping me down before the hump-back witch moved back into place.
"You're very good at acting." I said as he led me through the tunnel and it led to Honeydukes cellar. I found it odd that Sirius was for once by himself, I knew he dated a lot of girls, but he was always surrounded by James Potter and their gang of trouble.
"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked, seeming to be amused at the statement I made.
"You're good at pretending to like girls when you're still heartbroken over someone from years ago." I said, a small smile, "I think it's a little cute."
"Cute?" He asked scrunching up his nose, "And what do you mean heartbroken over someone years ago?"
"In your fourth year, was it, you dated a girl named Jakkie James and you were together for months before she broke up with you due to the fact that she had to be wed over the summer to some flourished pureblood bloke and you never got over her, did you?" I asked, liking Legelimens at times like these, where someone could so easily be read.
"How do you know about that?" He asked stopping before we reached the top to go through. "Not even James and Remus know what happened with her."
"Let's just say I can read minds." I told him, "So after she left, that's when you started to do your massive dating sprees, hoping to find someone to help you get over her, right?" He didn't say anything for a minute but just stared at me. "I don't believe in love, Sirius, but I can tell when someone else has fallen for someone."
He pushed open the cellar top and climbed up helping me up as well before covering it back down. He led me up the stairs and said his greeting to the owner behind the counter. We left through the front of the store and onto the road of Hogsmeade. I had never been here before and so I was in awe. "Where do you want to go first?" Sirius asked me, bringing me back to reality.
"I don't have a clue what's what or where anything is." I said with a small laugh of amusement, "What's your favorite place?"
So here's chapter eight. Lovely little bit isn't it? The sad thing is now that Torie's story is on a rollercoaster ride, Marty's is becoming the less sadistic of the two i think. How sad. I'm writing a funnier story right now. It's called Hufflepuff's Havoc, but it might be changed to Havoc in the Common Room, or even Havoc in Hogwarts. What do you think?
