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Last time on LCBD:
"Hey you." I hear a distant voice and raise my head. I wince, my neck hurting. A burly Auror is glaring at me. "You have a visitor." He said gruffly. "Don't try anything Malfoy." Then he turned to his right. "You have ten minutes." He spoke softly and the heavy barred door opened, creaking. There in the pale glimmer of a lamp was a figure.
Virginia Weasley.
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Do you Believe me?
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I stared at her for a moment. It wasn't hard to recognize the girl after all. That famous Weasley red hair, visible even by the little light that was in the cell. I rose to my feet reluctantly and stared at her for a moment. I remembered the day of the trial. She was the only Weasley that didn't say anything. She was silent the whole time. Not even shedding a single tear. She looked blank, just like now. She stared back at me. I rose an eyebrow and winced mentally. Even the smallest actions hurt. Her eyes were quiet spectacular. A light cinnamon brown, so much more beautiful then Grangers eyes. Her hair was done in a long braid and was lying on her chest. She was still incredibly short. At least 5'5, while I stand proudly at 6'1. Her expression was blank and lips were in a firm line. I waited for her to say something. Finally she stepped into the cell, shooing the Auror away. Then she spoke her voice barely audible.
"Why?" she had asked, turning her gaze to the floor. I send her a puzzled look, even though I knew perfectly well what she was talking about.
"Why what?" her eyes snapped to mine and she frowned. I almost backed away from seeing her eyes. So full of pain they were.
"Why did you do it?" she asked, even quieter. That triggered it. I didn't even know why I was this angry. Everyone thought I had committed the crime. But, why did I suddenly feel so much worse when she said it?
"I didn't." I replied simply and ran my fingers through my hair. She stifled a sob and came closer to me.
"There is no use to pretend Malfoy." She spat my name out with venom. "No one will save you now. So, why can't you just tell me?" I was taken aback. Weasley had a temper. But, I refused to give in, to lie. I was no murderer, no matter how many people in the Wizarding World thought so.
"I didn't." I repeated, harsher this time. It was amazing how arrogant I was being right now. It was as if we were both back in school and were arguing whether I set off dung bombs in McGonnagall's class. That seemed ages ago, but it was just a mere four years. Six months of which weren't even actually considered life. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked straight at Weasley, who was growing livid.
"You were found at the crime scene, holding a guilty wand and you failed the Veritaserum test." She hissed. I ignored this and sat down, with my back against the wall.
"What do you want Weasley? You want me to admit I killed them? To admit I regret it now? To tell you I did it because I'm a cold-hearted bastard? Sorry to burst your bubble, but that's not the way it is." She stayed quiet, apparently waiting for me to continue. Well, she'll have to wait for quiet a while until I do. People don't usually like to talk about their imprisonment crimes and such. I grimaced as I remembered the article Rita Skeeter wrote about the 'event'.
Draco Malfoy; Guilty of Murder
It was a sad day for the Wizarding world, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent, when Albus Dumbledore, the strongest wizard alive and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was murdered on May 5th, along with Molly Weasley, wife of Arthur Weasley, Ministry Official and mother of seven children. Their killer was identified as Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, a powerful ministry official. At twenty-one years old, young Mr. Malfoy was found at the crime scene, with a guilty wand, standing over the bodies, laughing. The trial was held on May 9th where Mr. Malfoy was found guilty of all charges, after having failed the Veritaserum test. When he was interviewed he laughed and said, "They deserved what they got, I am proud of what I've done."
At school the young Malfoy was always acting quiet horribly to his fellow students and had an exemptions dislike towards muggle borns. Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived is said to be his greatest enemy. He was said to have outrageously good grades, which were probably gained by cheating. He was named a Death-Eater right after he graduated from Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy was sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban, but does it even begin to justify his doings? Will this horrible criminal actually get what he deserves? Let us mourn the death of a great wizard and witch and hope for the best.
I clenched my fists. I never said those things and I didn't laugh once in six months. I gritted my teeth. Rita Skeeter, that horrible wench. To believe I helped that ungrateful twit dig up dirt about Potter in fourth year. Weasley was looking at me strangely and I stopped my walk down memory lane.
"Leave me be Weasley. Let me rot in peace." I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Weasley walked over to me, her expression softening.
"Y, You really are innocent?" she asked quietly. I stared at her for a moment. Did she really believe me? Of all people, did she really believe me? I nodded slowly and she sighed taking a seat next to me.
"I suppose you're telling the truth. What's the use in lying?" she stated lightly. I raised an eyebrow. That's it? She just trusts me just like that?
"Why do you believe me?" I blurted out without thinking. She turned her head to face me.
"Because I do not think you are a murderer and…I saw the whole thing." She said the last part, barely above a whisper, almost as if she didn't want me to hear. But, I did.
"WHAT?!" I almost shouted but kept my voice at a 'loud whispering' mode. "If you did then how come, why didn't you…" I couldn't continue and just started gaping at her. She buried her head in her hands.
"I tried telling them but everyone thought I was just too shocked to think clearly. I fainted right after the whole thing. I needed to go to Dumbledore to ask him about a teaching job but he was already discussing something with my mum. I hid in a closet and then, then you and Lucius came. He, he said the Imperius curse and you killed them. Then her apparrated, I don't know how but he did. No one believed me. I didn't believe myself for a while thinking, that maybe I was just delusional, but it was all denial. It, it was my entire fault. I could've stopped him but I just sat there, frozen, watching…"
She sniffed as small tears started rolling down her cheeks. I couldn't believe my ears. Here is Weasley, telling me she saw the whole thing, that she knows I'm innocent and she's done nothing about it? Was that why she was so silent at the trial? But, another part of my brain said, Shouldn't you be mad at little Weasley? After all, she could've said something and she certainly could've done something. I nodded mentally, but couldn't bring myself to confront her. She looked so innocent and vulnerable just sitting there, crying. Then another question popped into my mind.
"Why did you come?" I asked gently. She stopped crying and looked straight at me.
"I wanted to see if it was true. That I wasn't bloody mental. I, I will not ruin more lives. If your are innocent, which you are, I will prove it. How, we're going to have to find your father. He will be put to justice." She said boldly. I blinked.
"My father? But he has been cleared, and besides how do you even know where to-"
"You are going to help me." She smiled a small smile.
"What?" I stared at her in disbelief. She smirked mysteriously.
"I am breaking you out of Azkaban."
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There, tada! Finally, phew, that was a fun chapter to write. It wasn't as dark as the other chapter I know, aw, but I have some fluff coming up in maybe chapter…5 or 6? Yeah, yeah, things are a bit slow here though. Might not update in a while. I do have two other fics in progress you know.
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