Really, no one would ever think to belive that I was who I said I was.
Instead, they took me as a threat and shunned me. Many many people did.
Including the people that I bought back to life. I did have my brothers and
sisters, every single one of them. All 34. And I know that that is a lot.
And most of us were adopted.
My parents were determined to have to most kids in the entire world. They've far surpassed that idea, and went for more children to make the family more powerfull, and more well known.
But we didn't become well known untill we were exposed to Hogwarts. From there, Fudge decided to make our lives a living hell. My parents were off on some holiday in Japan, leaving us chillings to get along on our own untill they get back. The newspapers were a huge part of the problem. Especially Rita Skeeter.
I don't know how the woman gets the informaton that she needs. Maybe it was from one of the Gryffindors, or even Ravenclaws. Slytherins and Hufflepuffs I knew, trusted us, and belived us.. They were the only people, as it seemed, in this entire world that would treat us as friends. The professors were supposed to anyway..though Snape was convinced that we didn't work for Voldemort, so he helped us anyway he could.
Javen, my 19 year old brother was convinced, that if he didn't protect us, then we'd be dead the second we turned the corner. Then it occurred to me, I was being watched more carefully. Javen was drawing suspicion.
Just my luck, the Ministry had come into hogwarts the night of Halloween around 9, took me from our late dinner, and hauled me to Azkaban. Javen, went mad. He then started to threaten the officioals before Dumbledore had frozen him with the body binding spell. I was in enough trouble as it was.
I was in that wretched Jail for the rest of the year. Locked away in a metal and stone cell, given a number for a name, and left in the Dementors watch. I was only fed twice a day, early morn, and late eve.
Azkaban,. As I precieved, was hell for anyone that was placed in it. Dementors sucked all the happiness from everything that entered the stone hell. Imagin it, a hell without fire, but old stone and mini devils whose kiss takes away your exsistance but yet leaves you alive.
Nor was I allowed visitors. Only the Minister of Magic and Ministry officials came to see me, but they only warned me of no funny magic and no attempting for me to escape. My life was purly ruined, and instantly, I stopped speaking. There was no one to speak too in this place, no conversations went on. Unless the man three cells away from your own had lost his mind, and conjured conversatios with himself. But that was it. I, Charolette Joyce Rones, would never see the sunlight again, unless someone convinced the Ministry that I was innocent.
Days on end, I lost track of time. Days on end, I became as dirty as the cell I lived in, Days on end, I began to grow shaggy and worn, days on end, I became skinnier and weaker. A month had gone by, and I looked as if I had been there a year. Imagin what 12 years could do to you. That had sparked a short pain in my chest.
I had brought Sirius Black from behind the viel, gave him life, gave Lily and James Potter life, and this is how they repay my good deed, by throwing me away. It wasn't a happy thought, I knew it wasn't. Or I would have lost my sanity.
The Wizarding world was on the mend, after I helped Harry Potter destroy Voldemort. I had purposly used myself as a shield for Harry, while he battled off Voldy. I blocked all the curses from beihind and to the side of him as I could. My job was to keep him alive and allow him to defeat the evil. I was in a heat of my own, since Morgana had turned to help Voldemort. Which meant trouble for me.
Every sorcerer can be corrupted if they are in seek of power, and only power. My brothers and sisters and myself are right mind setted and served Dumbledore. A traitor,that man is. I trusted him.
But then again, I trusted a lot of people. And my payment, is sitting here, rotting in a cell for the rest of my life untill I am given the kiss. Then I'll be as good as dead. Basically, I lost all of my humanity. I was, after all, just a number, a prisoner, a murderer.
Murderer. I can't get away from that name. For I am, a murderer. I killed many a beasts, vampires an muggles. Why? Because I was forced too. My mother to be more precise, wanted me to be a killing machine, and kill when told too. I could have killed myself, to get away from all of this.
I stll, sit here in Azkaban, telling myself I was innocent for the most being, and I helped free the wizarding world of the most feared wizard out there. Now the world fears me, my kin. Forcing my family to go into hiding and split up in fear of meeting the same fate. They can't let Briana, Riana, JanJan, Lila and Lilo, Keesa, Boa, Davy, Jembaliah and John live forever in prision. They're no older than 2 some of them are. Most are not even 1. How I missed them.
I hate this, I really do. But I have to miss out on the world, the lives of my siblings..I've lost all possibility of getting married, and having children of my own. I've lost it all, love, friendship, and life all together.
*5 years later*
"Why?" Fudge demanded, slamming his fist onto the table. "Why should I let that sorcerer out of Azkaband! She's gotten whe she deserves! Releasing her, she'll become the new threat.." Albus Dumbledore's twinkle in his eyes dissappeared.
"You had made a terrible mistake of placing that child in Azkaban. She helped defeat Voldemort, making no intention of Joining the dark side. She had chosen light, and worked for me and was loyal to me. Though I had been sucked into the articles from the Daily Prophet, as we all were. Charolette Joyce Rones is innocent as Sirius Black was."
Fudge glarred at the Hogwarts Headmaster. He knew he was right, and he didn't want to give in and let a criminal out on the loose. It was bad enough that Sirius Black broke free of the prizen gates. Rones made no attempt to break free, she sat in the same corner, in the same position every time he went to check on the beast. The Minister of Magic sighed with frustration, and pulled out release papers from his desk. Dumbledore''s eyes had lighten up at the sight of the parchment.
"Percy." He hissed into a magical intercome. And instantly, Percy Weasley had apparated into the room holding parchment and a quil, ready to write..
"yes Minster?" He asked, his noes in the air.
"Make note that of July 2nd this year, Rones, Joyce, Charolette, prisoner 11396 is to be released from Azkaban, all charges against her dropped, and free to live under the watchfull eyes of Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore and The Order of The Phoenix. " Percy gaped at the man in utter shock.
"M-Minister! Rones is a criminal! You'll be letting another wretch on the streets again!" With a glare from Fudge, Percy closed his mouth and continued writing.
"Dumbledore, I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. She isn't to be trusted, and will remain in your care untill she has proven herself capable of living on her own. I doubt the people on the streets will be too pleased by this. I know I'm not."
"It will please those who feel horribly for this mistake. Her siblings shall wish to see her again, and so will Old friends." Fudge handed Dumbledore the papers,. Who took them happily.
"I suggest you take 2 other people with you to Azkaban. Hand these papers to Garson Lee, and he'll take care of buisness there." Dumbledore nodded, then apparated to Grimwald Place.
Inside the house, The Entire Weasley family, The Potters, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and the rest of the Order Members awaited for Dumbeldore's return and news on the release of Charolette Rones.
"I can't belive another innocent being has been sent there." Hermione sighed, wringing her hands quietly. "We were so blind."
"Blind yes.' Draco Malfoy said heatidly, folding his arms across his chest. "None of you blokes belived her, and condemed her to hell. I tried to tell you, that she didn't bear the mark, and that you were sending my best friend away. But no, you had to rely on your damn gryffindor pride and sent her away. "
"How did you become friends wth her anyway?" Remus asked, trying to break that fight that was about to Happen. Draco turned his head to his former proffessor.
"Charolette and I had met in Diagon Alley, a week before school started up our 6th year. She and I talked about it all. My father, her family, her sorcery, Voldemort, and if I was loyal to him." He stopped, rememberin that day. "I lifted my sleeve of my arms, and she saw that I didn't bear the mark. Nor did she. I had told her that I didn't want anything to do with this, and would rather see Voldemort and my father dead than join him. Charolette belived me, and we sort of clicked. -"
'When she was sorted into Hufflepuff, I knew I couldn't talk to her. After what happened with the Hufflepuffs, I'd rather stay away from them. So we wrote notes and letters to eachother, just to keep in touch. Then because of your nobility, she has to suffer Azkaban." Hermione glared at the Slytherin.
Silence had then stung the ears of everyone seated in the large living room. No one wanted to start a fight. They were all tense and worried that fudge wouldn't allow Charolette to leave. Purple smoke then engulfed the lving room, making people cough and choke on it. In the midst of it all, stood a smiling Dumbledore.
Once the smoke cleared, Draco suddenly jumped up. He ran to the stairs, screaming for several kids waiting upstairs.
"Riana! Briana! JanJan! Lila! Lilo! Kesa! Boa! Davy! Jembaliah! John! Charolette's coming home!" Footsteps from the kids upstairs and screams of joy came from their lungs. Several people chuckled after hearing the youngest, Jembaliah yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Dena's coming home! Dena's coming home! She's coming home!" The little boy jumped from the stairs into Draco's arms, and the others attached themselves to his legs, laughing, crying and rejoycing. Dumbledore watched the sight with happyness, trying to decide who to bring with him.
'Well?" James persisted, sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Charolette is being released, under our care. I need Alastor and Tonks to assist me in bringing her home. Please, lets hurry and get her home quickly. Draco!" He called. Draco turned his head, still standing in the middle of the kids. "Contact Michah! And tell them all that their sister is free!" Dumbledore nodded, then urging the kids to go upstairs to his bedroom. "Come lets go!" With a pop, the two aurors and headmaster apparatedto the boundries of Azkaban prizen. Albus shuddered.
"I still can't belive she's sitting in there." Tonks said quietly, gripping her wand in her hands. Moody patted her shoulder. 'Come on, I want her out of there. Let's hurry." Dumbledore nodded his approval, and allowed the aurors to lead the way to the gate..
Once inside, Dumbledore felt horrible for the girl. There was no happyness inside this place whatsoever, and wouldn't be surprised if she had tried to kill herself.
Garson Lee had appeared shortly after they entered the building. He had a grim face, almost resembeling a dementor himself.
"What can I do for you folks?" He asked, looking at the three with an odd gleam. Dumbledore handed him the papers. Lee read them, then nodded. "Prisoner 11396 is to be realsed and under the care of The Order of The Phoenix. " Dumbledore nodded. "Good. Follow me." The man beckoned a dementor to him, whispered into his hood, then lead the people to a cell.
The door was opened, exposing Charolette Rones, seated in the corner, looking ragged, dirty, worn, tired, extreemly thin and sickly. She did not even look to see why her door was opened. Dumbledore stepped inside.
"Charolette?" He said softly. "Charolette, we're here to bring you home." The girl turned her head finally. Her beautifull eyes were dulled horribly. Her face deathly pale and weakend. She made no other movement but stared at the old Wizard.. Then Tonks and Moody strode forward, hoisting her up, and carrying her out of her cell. Suddenly, Charolette felt scared out of her wits. Even though this place had been hell, she was safely guarded. The world would have her excuted for sure. But she didn't not struggle. The aurors were much stronger than she was..
"I suggest you keep a good eye on her, Dumbledore." Lee warned, looking at Charolette with sad eyes. He liked the girl, she was to sweet to be placed in there. "She's a sweet kid, and didn't deserve those 5 and a half years here. I don't want to see her framed again, and sent back here. You know Fudge'll try with all his hardest to put her away again." Dumbledore looked at the man, clearly confused. Lee laughed. "No worries Dumbledore. I belived that Sirius Black was innocent and was a mistake being sent here, and Fudge has taken that anger out on Miss. Rones here." Charolette's brow furrowed as her name was said. It wasn't registering in her mind.
"Thank you." The elderly wizard said polightly, not sure what to think. He made to move, but Lee stopped them.
"Oh, could you have Charolette write to me at least once every month. I like to keep I touch with the innocent prisoners here. I was framed myself, several years ago. Now I work here, dealing with the same people." Dumbledore nodded. "Thanks. Take care of yourselves, stay strong Charolette."
Dumbledore couldn't take another minute of listening to this man drawl on. So he gave a curt nod, and motioned for Moody and Tonks to lead the way. Charolette made no attempt to walk on her own, it was as if she had forgotten.
Safely out of Azkaban, Dumbledore turned to the girl, still allowing the two aurors to carry her. She looked as distant as she was in the cell. Sirius Black was never like that. He escaped and was perfectly fine, just a bit hungry. He didn't look as gone as Charolette had. Was she issued the kiss, and the public not even told? But whatever was wrong with this girl, he hoped to correct. He failed to do so 5 years ago, by damned if he couldn't do it now.
My parents were determined to have to most kids in the entire world. They've far surpassed that idea, and went for more children to make the family more powerfull, and more well known.
But we didn't become well known untill we were exposed to Hogwarts. From there, Fudge decided to make our lives a living hell. My parents were off on some holiday in Japan, leaving us chillings to get along on our own untill they get back. The newspapers were a huge part of the problem. Especially Rita Skeeter.
I don't know how the woman gets the informaton that she needs. Maybe it was from one of the Gryffindors, or even Ravenclaws. Slytherins and Hufflepuffs I knew, trusted us, and belived us.. They were the only people, as it seemed, in this entire world that would treat us as friends. The professors were supposed to anyway..though Snape was convinced that we didn't work for Voldemort, so he helped us anyway he could.
Javen, my 19 year old brother was convinced, that if he didn't protect us, then we'd be dead the second we turned the corner. Then it occurred to me, I was being watched more carefully. Javen was drawing suspicion.
Just my luck, the Ministry had come into hogwarts the night of Halloween around 9, took me from our late dinner, and hauled me to Azkaban. Javen, went mad. He then started to threaten the officioals before Dumbledore had frozen him with the body binding spell. I was in enough trouble as it was.
I was in that wretched Jail for the rest of the year. Locked away in a metal and stone cell, given a number for a name, and left in the Dementors watch. I was only fed twice a day, early morn, and late eve.
Azkaban,. As I precieved, was hell for anyone that was placed in it. Dementors sucked all the happiness from everything that entered the stone hell. Imagin it, a hell without fire, but old stone and mini devils whose kiss takes away your exsistance but yet leaves you alive.
Nor was I allowed visitors. Only the Minister of Magic and Ministry officials came to see me, but they only warned me of no funny magic and no attempting for me to escape. My life was purly ruined, and instantly, I stopped speaking. There was no one to speak too in this place, no conversations went on. Unless the man three cells away from your own had lost his mind, and conjured conversatios with himself. But that was it. I, Charolette Joyce Rones, would never see the sunlight again, unless someone convinced the Ministry that I was innocent.
Days on end, I lost track of time. Days on end, I became as dirty as the cell I lived in, Days on end, I began to grow shaggy and worn, days on end, I became skinnier and weaker. A month had gone by, and I looked as if I had been there a year. Imagin what 12 years could do to you. That had sparked a short pain in my chest.
I had brought Sirius Black from behind the viel, gave him life, gave Lily and James Potter life, and this is how they repay my good deed, by throwing me away. It wasn't a happy thought, I knew it wasn't. Or I would have lost my sanity.
The Wizarding world was on the mend, after I helped Harry Potter destroy Voldemort. I had purposly used myself as a shield for Harry, while he battled off Voldy. I blocked all the curses from beihind and to the side of him as I could. My job was to keep him alive and allow him to defeat the evil. I was in a heat of my own, since Morgana had turned to help Voldemort. Which meant trouble for me.
Every sorcerer can be corrupted if they are in seek of power, and only power. My brothers and sisters and myself are right mind setted and served Dumbledore. A traitor,that man is. I trusted him.
But then again, I trusted a lot of people. And my payment, is sitting here, rotting in a cell for the rest of my life untill I am given the kiss. Then I'll be as good as dead. Basically, I lost all of my humanity. I was, after all, just a number, a prisoner, a murderer.
Murderer. I can't get away from that name. For I am, a murderer. I killed many a beasts, vampires an muggles. Why? Because I was forced too. My mother to be more precise, wanted me to be a killing machine, and kill when told too. I could have killed myself, to get away from all of this.
I stll, sit here in Azkaban, telling myself I was innocent for the most being, and I helped free the wizarding world of the most feared wizard out there. Now the world fears me, my kin. Forcing my family to go into hiding and split up in fear of meeting the same fate. They can't let Briana, Riana, JanJan, Lila and Lilo, Keesa, Boa, Davy, Jembaliah and John live forever in prision. They're no older than 2 some of them are. Most are not even 1. How I missed them.
I hate this, I really do. But I have to miss out on the world, the lives of my siblings..I've lost all possibility of getting married, and having children of my own. I've lost it all, love, friendship, and life all together.
*5 years later*
"Why?" Fudge demanded, slamming his fist onto the table. "Why should I let that sorcerer out of Azkaband! She's gotten whe she deserves! Releasing her, she'll become the new threat.." Albus Dumbledore's twinkle in his eyes dissappeared.
"You had made a terrible mistake of placing that child in Azkaban. She helped defeat Voldemort, making no intention of Joining the dark side. She had chosen light, and worked for me and was loyal to me. Though I had been sucked into the articles from the Daily Prophet, as we all were. Charolette Joyce Rones is innocent as Sirius Black was."
Fudge glarred at the Hogwarts Headmaster. He knew he was right, and he didn't want to give in and let a criminal out on the loose. It was bad enough that Sirius Black broke free of the prizen gates. Rones made no attempt to break free, she sat in the same corner, in the same position every time he went to check on the beast. The Minister of Magic sighed with frustration, and pulled out release papers from his desk. Dumbledore''s eyes had lighten up at the sight of the parchment.
"Percy." He hissed into a magical intercome. And instantly, Percy Weasley had apparated into the room holding parchment and a quil, ready to write..
"yes Minster?" He asked, his noes in the air.
"Make note that of July 2nd this year, Rones, Joyce, Charolette, prisoner 11396 is to be released from Azkaban, all charges against her dropped, and free to live under the watchfull eyes of Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore and The Order of The Phoenix. " Percy gaped at the man in utter shock.
"M-Minister! Rones is a criminal! You'll be letting another wretch on the streets again!" With a glare from Fudge, Percy closed his mouth and continued writing.
"Dumbledore, I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. She isn't to be trusted, and will remain in your care untill she has proven herself capable of living on her own. I doubt the people on the streets will be too pleased by this. I know I'm not."
"It will please those who feel horribly for this mistake. Her siblings shall wish to see her again, and so will Old friends." Fudge handed Dumbledore the papers,. Who took them happily.
"I suggest you take 2 other people with you to Azkaban. Hand these papers to Garson Lee, and he'll take care of buisness there." Dumbledore nodded, then apparated to Grimwald Place.
Inside the house, The Entire Weasley family, The Potters, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and the rest of the Order Members awaited for Dumbeldore's return and news on the release of Charolette Rones.
"I can't belive another innocent being has been sent there." Hermione sighed, wringing her hands quietly. "We were so blind."
"Blind yes.' Draco Malfoy said heatidly, folding his arms across his chest. "None of you blokes belived her, and condemed her to hell. I tried to tell you, that she didn't bear the mark, and that you were sending my best friend away. But no, you had to rely on your damn gryffindor pride and sent her away. "
"How did you become friends wth her anyway?" Remus asked, trying to break that fight that was about to Happen. Draco turned his head to his former proffessor.
"Charolette and I had met in Diagon Alley, a week before school started up our 6th year. She and I talked about it all. My father, her family, her sorcery, Voldemort, and if I was loyal to him." He stopped, rememberin that day. "I lifted my sleeve of my arms, and she saw that I didn't bear the mark. Nor did she. I had told her that I didn't want anything to do with this, and would rather see Voldemort and my father dead than join him. Charolette belived me, and we sort of clicked. -"
'When she was sorted into Hufflepuff, I knew I couldn't talk to her. After what happened with the Hufflepuffs, I'd rather stay away from them. So we wrote notes and letters to eachother, just to keep in touch. Then because of your nobility, she has to suffer Azkaban." Hermione glared at the Slytherin.
Silence had then stung the ears of everyone seated in the large living room. No one wanted to start a fight. They were all tense and worried that fudge wouldn't allow Charolette to leave. Purple smoke then engulfed the lving room, making people cough and choke on it. In the midst of it all, stood a smiling Dumbledore.
Once the smoke cleared, Draco suddenly jumped up. He ran to the stairs, screaming for several kids waiting upstairs.
"Riana! Briana! JanJan! Lila! Lilo! Kesa! Boa! Davy! Jembaliah! John! Charolette's coming home!" Footsteps from the kids upstairs and screams of joy came from their lungs. Several people chuckled after hearing the youngest, Jembaliah yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Dena's coming home! Dena's coming home! She's coming home!" The little boy jumped from the stairs into Draco's arms, and the others attached themselves to his legs, laughing, crying and rejoycing. Dumbledore watched the sight with happyness, trying to decide who to bring with him.
'Well?" James persisted, sitting on the edge of his seat.
"Charolette is being released, under our care. I need Alastor and Tonks to assist me in bringing her home. Please, lets hurry and get her home quickly. Draco!" He called. Draco turned his head, still standing in the middle of the kids. "Contact Michah! And tell them all that their sister is free!" Dumbledore nodded, then urging the kids to go upstairs to his bedroom. "Come lets go!" With a pop, the two aurors and headmaster apparatedto the boundries of Azkaban prizen. Albus shuddered.
"I still can't belive she's sitting in there." Tonks said quietly, gripping her wand in her hands. Moody patted her shoulder. 'Come on, I want her out of there. Let's hurry." Dumbledore nodded his approval, and allowed the aurors to lead the way to the gate..
Once inside, Dumbledore felt horrible for the girl. There was no happyness inside this place whatsoever, and wouldn't be surprised if she had tried to kill herself.
Garson Lee had appeared shortly after they entered the building. He had a grim face, almost resembeling a dementor himself.
"What can I do for you folks?" He asked, looking at the three with an odd gleam. Dumbledore handed him the papers. Lee read them, then nodded. "Prisoner 11396 is to be realsed and under the care of The Order of The Phoenix. " Dumbledore nodded. "Good. Follow me." The man beckoned a dementor to him, whispered into his hood, then lead the people to a cell.
The door was opened, exposing Charolette Rones, seated in the corner, looking ragged, dirty, worn, tired, extreemly thin and sickly. She did not even look to see why her door was opened. Dumbledore stepped inside.
"Charolette?" He said softly. "Charolette, we're here to bring you home." The girl turned her head finally. Her beautifull eyes were dulled horribly. Her face deathly pale and weakend. She made no other movement but stared at the old Wizard.. Then Tonks and Moody strode forward, hoisting her up, and carrying her out of her cell. Suddenly, Charolette felt scared out of her wits. Even though this place had been hell, she was safely guarded. The world would have her excuted for sure. But she didn't not struggle. The aurors were much stronger than she was..
"I suggest you keep a good eye on her, Dumbledore." Lee warned, looking at Charolette with sad eyes. He liked the girl, she was to sweet to be placed in there. "She's a sweet kid, and didn't deserve those 5 and a half years here. I don't want to see her framed again, and sent back here. You know Fudge'll try with all his hardest to put her away again." Dumbledore looked at the man, clearly confused. Lee laughed. "No worries Dumbledore. I belived that Sirius Black was innocent and was a mistake being sent here, and Fudge has taken that anger out on Miss. Rones here." Charolette's brow furrowed as her name was said. It wasn't registering in her mind.
"Thank you." The elderly wizard said polightly, not sure what to think. He made to move, but Lee stopped them.
"Oh, could you have Charolette write to me at least once every month. I like to keep I touch with the innocent prisoners here. I was framed myself, several years ago. Now I work here, dealing with the same people." Dumbledore nodded. "Thanks. Take care of yourselves, stay strong Charolette."
Dumbledore couldn't take another minute of listening to this man drawl on. So he gave a curt nod, and motioned for Moody and Tonks to lead the way. Charolette made no attempt to walk on her own, it was as if she had forgotten.
Safely out of Azkaban, Dumbledore turned to the girl, still allowing the two aurors to carry her. She looked as distant as she was in the cell. Sirius Black was never like that. He escaped and was perfectly fine, just a bit hungry. He didn't look as gone as Charolette had. Was she issued the kiss, and the public not even told? But whatever was wrong with this girl, he hoped to correct. He failed to do so 5 years ago, by damned if he couldn't do it now.