Author's Note:
It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry but I've had multiple exams to revise for. The good news- I didn't fail! Anyway, this is a very short chapter. The shortest one I've ever done I think... But that is because of the content. I hope you like it, even though it is very short. I felt it suited the chapter because there isnt much for Scorpius to say in Azkaban. Enjoy and I'll try and write some more :)
Scorpius's Pov:
Which day was it? I'd lost count. Monday? Tuesday? It must have been two weeks since I'd been left here. At least, if not more. I hadn't seen a soul in all that time. Although I'd heard enough for one lifetime. In Azkaban, it's never silent. Ever. There was always someone screaming, someone moaning. You'd think that was the worst it got. But you'd be wrong. I hated the screams, but it was the senseless mutters of the inmates that shook me to the core. People who were once great magicians... Turned into insane animals. Would I turn out like that? Probably. One day here was enough to make anyone crazy. And I'd lost weight. A lot of weight. If going crazy wasn't enough, the prison guards decided it'd be funny to starve us to death as well.
I wasn't getting out. I knew that now. I'd never see anything again. Well, nothing worth seeing anyway. My family. My friends. Rose. All gone. Taken from me. It wasn't fair. But what was the point of moaning. Nobody would hear me. The only thing keeping me sane was Rose, and the thought that she was still alive and well. I missed her more than I had ever thought humanly possible.
I felt my eyelids slowly closing. I uttered one word before I fell into a deep sleep.
"Rose."
Hopefully the next bit will be published soon. Review?