It was a blur. You would think I would want to get out of that place.
But once that proper opportunity came up. I became scared. I had lost all
hope of getting out of there, and loosing that hope ruined me. It absolutly
ruined me. Now, I feared the outside world.
I had heard talking, two male voices. The one I distinguished as Lee. But that's only because he tries to talk to me, while on his rounds of the place. So his voice was recognizable. But the second, it, it sounded old. I can't say I've ever heard it. It was male, however. That meant nothing to me.
Then I heard my cell door creak open. The sound of stone against stone hurt my ears, but I made no movement. It was like I had been frozen to my corner, in the same position, telling myself I was wrongly done. Shadows had danced over the stone floor in what little sunlight was let into my cave. Still, I made no bothor to look at the strangers, or why my door was open. Hell has taken me.
That voice. That old male voice spoke softly. I couldn't grasp who in the name of Merlin's beard he was talking too. My name was forgotten. Instead, I was known by my number; 11396. It was carved into my cell door, it was labeled on my dungeon clothes. The raggad, ripped, filthy and stained rags they called clothes sadly covered my body.
I saw the shadows of the stranges on my floor, yet, I could have cared less about them. My mind was continually going over my time spent in hell, and what has become of me. My eyes looked at my feet, bearly moving to see them more properly.
Dirt. Dirt was caked into my skin, my hair, these rags they called clothes. I was absolutly filthy, and was not granted the right to bath. So instaed, I was to wallow in my own filth. Yes, there was a toilet in my cell, and I used it, but it as well, was not clean. Nothing was clean in this place.
The rags I wear, they were ripped and torn. I had long forgotten when Lee told me to put them on. They were brand new five and a half years ago. Within a day, they were dirty and ripped in several places.
That's what hell does to you, it treats you like the filthy, muderous bastard that you are. I couldn't find it in my heart, or what was left of it, to tell myself otherwise. Or else I wouldn't be here.
Being ripped out of my thoughts, I felt two sets of hands hoist me up, and carried my out of my cell. I panicked silently, not wanting to cause stuggle, and be beaten again. A dementor was waiting outside my cell with Lee. My gaze had not changed as I tried to coprehend what was going on.
Was I getting the kiss? Were they going to condemn me to death? In my mind, I listed all the possible ways that Fudge could issue my excecution. My god. I'm finally going to die.
But instead, we stopped outside of my cell. Lee began talking to the old Voice, that responded very little. Then that name was said again. That name, it was being said quiet a bit, as if I was expected to know who they were speaking too. My name is 11396, prisoner of Azkaban for trial of Murder, betrayl and just exsisting. I was a cast away without a name, only numbers to identify.
I felt movement. The floor scraped against my callased and tough feet, the feet I haven't used for five and a half years. That panic flew through me once again, and once again, I restrained any movement that my body could many anymore. I had been weakened, starved and frailed.
Suddenly something bright engulfed my sight. Everything was white, making my eyes hurt. So long, I have sat in the dark, never seeing the light, if only a little. My god, I was outside.
*Ouside of Azkaban*
Dumbledore hurridly lead the two aurors and limp Charolette down the slope to the boats that would take them across a large lake, and to the transpotation unit that would take them to Hogsmead. From there, they had to get to Grimwald Place by foot, which was a good 15 miles away.
Moody let out a grunt as he helped hoist Charolette into the rather small boat docked to the grass. He wasn't too pleased with having to carry the girl around, but she had seemd to forgotten how to walk. Which was acceptable. Tonks quietly settled herself down to the right of the girl. Moody to her left, and Dumbledore facing them on the opposite side.
"How long do you expect this to take? " Growled Moody, taking out a pipe and sticking it between his teeth. "I don't want to be sitting in a boat for a night just to get to Hogsmead." Dumbledore pulled back his robe sleeve and looked at the golden watch around his wrist.
"It shouldn't take any longer than an hour of a boat ride, then 3 hours of a walk. Unless we can find transportation of a quicker pace, then expect to be back around midnight or so." Moody grunted dissapprovingly. His glass eye was fixed on Charolette, watching her motionless figure. "Tonks, why in Merlins' beard is the girl strapped to the boat?" Tonks looked at him, fastening Charolette's legs to the bench.
"By law of the ministry, prisoners have to be securely tied to the boat they are ridding in. There have been some cases of people attempting to drown themselves once freed of Azkaban, or being moved to another facility." She looked up at both Moody and Dumbledore. "We may be more loyal to the Order, but we have to obey Ministry rules."
Dumbledore only nodded as to Moody, who only complained. His eyes wandered to the girl sitting across from him. She looked, so lost, so helpless. He curses himself many times for letting Fudge take an innocent child into such a place. They had broken her entirely, destroyed her name, destroyed her, and her family. She was only a child when she was taken.
Though she was of age, she was still a child. 16 years was hardly an age to be taken to Azkaban. Azkaban was for criminals, not childen. If they had placed her in a childrens facility, or even St. Mungo's, things might not be so bad. But, no child facility was created, and St. Mungos would never take her in for safe keeping. It was a hospital for the sick and injured.
Because of his fear for sorcerer's power, Fudge locked her away, knowing that would cause the rest of her family to go into hiding. And they would never be heard from again, or never seen. Dumbledor knew far to well of his scandals. Then years later, they would produce fake bodies resememboling the rest of the Rones's, claiming they're dead. But now that Charolette was free, he hoped to restore order.
A gentle bump allerted the Old Wizard, The two aurorers and the freed Charolette that they had hit land, and Hogsmead was 15 steps away. And It was more of a hastle of getting Charolette out of the boat, instead of getting her in. tonks had to get out of the boat, into the river, and hold it steady while Moody got out, and Dumbledore hand the girl to him. Tonks then, had to hoist herself out of the muck, and clean herself off with several cleaning charms. She sighed, and sneezed.
"Honestly, you really would think a motor vehicle would be a better source of transportation, instead of a river. What does Fudge think he's accomplishing?" Instead of fininshing her statement, she took Charolette's arm, and continued to carry her towards the shopping way.
Hogsmead was rather busy, for it being rather late in the afternoon. People were out and about, purchasing things for last minute parties, gifts, or dinner possiblilties, orjust out to have an ice cream or butterbeer. Getting through this street un-noticed was impossible. Especially when you were leading two aurors carrying a freshly freed prisoner from Azkaban. People stopped and stared, whispering and pointing. And a woman shrieked.
"That's that Charolette Rones girl! The sorcerer!" The young woman cried through the street, clutching two babies to her chest, looking frightened. The man next to her, had his wand out, pointed in the girls direction.
"Why have you got the beast out of Azkaban where she belongs? " He snarled, getting ready to cast a curse to protect his family. "She has no place among people! She's a murderer!" Moody, Tonks, and Dumbledore were forced to get their wands out.
'Charolette has been freed by order of Minister Fudge." Tonks said darkly, clutching the girl tightly. "And we are taking her where she will be carefully watched. All charges have been dropped, and her name cleared." The man took a step forward.
But before more mayham could be conjured, Aurors entered the scene with a pop, forcing gathered people to scatter for fear of being hexed. Charolette however, was unmoved by the recent happenings.
I don't understand what had just happened. All I can really understand was that I was in a boat, and brought onto land. Now we were in some public place, and that familiar name being shrieked. The voices hurt my ears.
There was almost no noise in hell. Except for the shriek from the prisoner receiving the kiss, or the constant jabber of the man in the cell, three cells from mine. Noise was almost dead in that place. Now I hear voices all around me, so many of them. All of them strangers. People who fear me.
Then the womans arm tighened around my shoulders as she reached for something. The man too. Was there a battle going on? Was I going to be excecuted? Were they going to finally kill me?
A loud cracking noise then filled my ears, drowing out the sounds of the voices. And the crack rang in my ears, pounding against my ear drums. It hurt, and I felt tears welling in my eyes, refusing to spill over my cheeks. Was I going to cry? What is happening to me? Where am I? Will they finally kill me?
Dumbledore thanked the aurors for their help, and helped load Charlette into the cars that the ministry provided. Moody was the last to plop in the squishy seats and the car took off driving at a rather moderate speed. Just enough to get someone where they needed to go, and be able to observe the scenery while the drove.
Charolette still made no movement, and sat still as stone. This time, Tonks took the girls hand, and rubbing it gently between her own, warming the girls fingers, trying to show some affection. No one had it in their hearts to appologize untill she regains conciencenes, or so they assumed.
Another hour of ridding in the car, they came to a hault in front of an empty lot. Dumbledore whispered something, and a house magically appeared. Charolette had noticed, and felt a pang through her heart. This house was painfully familiar, and unwanted memories started to flood through her mind. This house, was the last place she wanted to be in. And Dumbledore did not notice the fear that had now sparked in the girls eyes as he lead them up the steps, and through the front door.
I had heard talking, two male voices. The one I distinguished as Lee. But that's only because he tries to talk to me, while on his rounds of the place. So his voice was recognizable. But the second, it, it sounded old. I can't say I've ever heard it. It was male, however. That meant nothing to me.
Then I heard my cell door creak open. The sound of stone against stone hurt my ears, but I made no movement. It was like I had been frozen to my corner, in the same position, telling myself I was wrongly done. Shadows had danced over the stone floor in what little sunlight was let into my cave. Still, I made no bothor to look at the strangers, or why my door was open. Hell has taken me.
That voice. That old male voice spoke softly. I couldn't grasp who in the name of Merlin's beard he was talking too. My name was forgotten. Instead, I was known by my number; 11396. It was carved into my cell door, it was labeled on my dungeon clothes. The raggad, ripped, filthy and stained rags they called clothes sadly covered my body.
I saw the shadows of the stranges on my floor, yet, I could have cared less about them. My mind was continually going over my time spent in hell, and what has become of me. My eyes looked at my feet, bearly moving to see them more properly.
Dirt. Dirt was caked into my skin, my hair, these rags they called clothes. I was absolutly filthy, and was not granted the right to bath. So instaed, I was to wallow in my own filth. Yes, there was a toilet in my cell, and I used it, but it as well, was not clean. Nothing was clean in this place.
The rags I wear, they were ripped and torn. I had long forgotten when Lee told me to put them on. They were brand new five and a half years ago. Within a day, they were dirty and ripped in several places.
That's what hell does to you, it treats you like the filthy, muderous bastard that you are. I couldn't find it in my heart, or what was left of it, to tell myself otherwise. Or else I wouldn't be here.
Being ripped out of my thoughts, I felt two sets of hands hoist me up, and carried my out of my cell. I panicked silently, not wanting to cause stuggle, and be beaten again. A dementor was waiting outside my cell with Lee. My gaze had not changed as I tried to coprehend what was going on.
Was I getting the kiss? Were they going to condemn me to death? In my mind, I listed all the possible ways that Fudge could issue my excecution. My god. I'm finally going to die.
But instead, we stopped outside of my cell. Lee began talking to the old Voice, that responded very little. Then that name was said again. That name, it was being said quiet a bit, as if I was expected to know who they were speaking too. My name is 11396, prisoner of Azkaban for trial of Murder, betrayl and just exsisting. I was a cast away without a name, only numbers to identify.
I felt movement. The floor scraped against my callased and tough feet, the feet I haven't used for five and a half years. That panic flew through me once again, and once again, I restrained any movement that my body could many anymore. I had been weakened, starved and frailed.
Suddenly something bright engulfed my sight. Everything was white, making my eyes hurt. So long, I have sat in the dark, never seeing the light, if only a little. My god, I was outside.
*Ouside of Azkaban*
Dumbledore hurridly lead the two aurors and limp Charolette down the slope to the boats that would take them across a large lake, and to the transpotation unit that would take them to Hogsmead. From there, they had to get to Grimwald Place by foot, which was a good 15 miles away.
Moody let out a grunt as he helped hoist Charolette into the rather small boat docked to the grass. He wasn't too pleased with having to carry the girl around, but she had seemd to forgotten how to walk. Which was acceptable. Tonks quietly settled herself down to the right of the girl. Moody to her left, and Dumbledore facing them on the opposite side.
"How long do you expect this to take? " Growled Moody, taking out a pipe and sticking it between his teeth. "I don't want to be sitting in a boat for a night just to get to Hogsmead." Dumbledore pulled back his robe sleeve and looked at the golden watch around his wrist.
"It shouldn't take any longer than an hour of a boat ride, then 3 hours of a walk. Unless we can find transportation of a quicker pace, then expect to be back around midnight or so." Moody grunted dissapprovingly. His glass eye was fixed on Charolette, watching her motionless figure. "Tonks, why in Merlins' beard is the girl strapped to the boat?" Tonks looked at him, fastening Charolette's legs to the bench.
"By law of the ministry, prisoners have to be securely tied to the boat they are ridding in. There have been some cases of people attempting to drown themselves once freed of Azkaban, or being moved to another facility." She looked up at both Moody and Dumbledore. "We may be more loyal to the Order, but we have to obey Ministry rules."
Dumbledore only nodded as to Moody, who only complained. His eyes wandered to the girl sitting across from him. She looked, so lost, so helpless. He curses himself many times for letting Fudge take an innocent child into such a place. They had broken her entirely, destroyed her name, destroyed her, and her family. She was only a child when she was taken.
Though she was of age, she was still a child. 16 years was hardly an age to be taken to Azkaban. Azkaban was for criminals, not childen. If they had placed her in a childrens facility, or even St. Mungo's, things might not be so bad. But, no child facility was created, and St. Mungos would never take her in for safe keeping. It was a hospital for the sick and injured.
Because of his fear for sorcerer's power, Fudge locked her away, knowing that would cause the rest of her family to go into hiding. And they would never be heard from again, or never seen. Dumbledor knew far to well of his scandals. Then years later, they would produce fake bodies resememboling the rest of the Rones's, claiming they're dead. But now that Charolette was free, he hoped to restore order.
A gentle bump allerted the Old Wizard, The two aurorers and the freed Charolette that they had hit land, and Hogsmead was 15 steps away. And It was more of a hastle of getting Charolette out of the boat, instead of getting her in. tonks had to get out of the boat, into the river, and hold it steady while Moody got out, and Dumbledore hand the girl to him. Tonks then, had to hoist herself out of the muck, and clean herself off with several cleaning charms. She sighed, and sneezed.
"Honestly, you really would think a motor vehicle would be a better source of transportation, instead of a river. What does Fudge think he's accomplishing?" Instead of fininshing her statement, she took Charolette's arm, and continued to carry her towards the shopping way.
Hogsmead was rather busy, for it being rather late in the afternoon. People were out and about, purchasing things for last minute parties, gifts, or dinner possiblilties, orjust out to have an ice cream or butterbeer. Getting through this street un-noticed was impossible. Especially when you were leading two aurors carrying a freshly freed prisoner from Azkaban. People stopped and stared, whispering and pointing. And a woman shrieked.
"That's that Charolette Rones girl! The sorcerer!" The young woman cried through the street, clutching two babies to her chest, looking frightened. The man next to her, had his wand out, pointed in the girls direction.
"Why have you got the beast out of Azkaban where she belongs? " He snarled, getting ready to cast a curse to protect his family. "She has no place among people! She's a murderer!" Moody, Tonks, and Dumbledore were forced to get their wands out.
'Charolette has been freed by order of Minister Fudge." Tonks said darkly, clutching the girl tightly. "And we are taking her where she will be carefully watched. All charges have been dropped, and her name cleared." The man took a step forward.
But before more mayham could be conjured, Aurors entered the scene with a pop, forcing gathered people to scatter for fear of being hexed. Charolette however, was unmoved by the recent happenings.
I don't understand what had just happened. All I can really understand was that I was in a boat, and brought onto land. Now we were in some public place, and that familiar name being shrieked. The voices hurt my ears.
There was almost no noise in hell. Except for the shriek from the prisoner receiving the kiss, or the constant jabber of the man in the cell, three cells from mine. Noise was almost dead in that place. Now I hear voices all around me, so many of them. All of them strangers. People who fear me.
Then the womans arm tighened around my shoulders as she reached for something. The man too. Was there a battle going on? Was I going to be excecuted? Were they going to finally kill me?
A loud cracking noise then filled my ears, drowing out the sounds of the voices. And the crack rang in my ears, pounding against my ear drums. It hurt, and I felt tears welling in my eyes, refusing to spill over my cheeks. Was I going to cry? What is happening to me? Where am I? Will they finally kill me?
Dumbledore thanked the aurors for their help, and helped load Charlette into the cars that the ministry provided. Moody was the last to plop in the squishy seats and the car took off driving at a rather moderate speed. Just enough to get someone where they needed to go, and be able to observe the scenery while the drove.
Charolette still made no movement, and sat still as stone. This time, Tonks took the girls hand, and rubbing it gently between her own, warming the girls fingers, trying to show some affection. No one had it in their hearts to appologize untill she regains conciencenes, or so they assumed.
Another hour of ridding in the car, they came to a hault in front of an empty lot. Dumbledore whispered something, and a house magically appeared. Charolette had noticed, and felt a pang through her heart. This house was painfully familiar, and unwanted memories started to flood through her mind. This house, was the last place she wanted to be in. And Dumbledore did not notice the fear that had now sparked in the girls eyes as he lead them up the steps, and through the front door.