To Hell And Back
Chapter Four
Written by: Elven Warrior1
Oh Gods again. Draco was standing right there, starring at me and crying. I really wished he didn't do that. After all, he was some of the very few that thought of me as innocent. He's crying, and he's going to make me cry.
Draco and I were always like that. If something made him cry, I would cry. We were best friends, so it didn't bothor us say the least. But right now, I really didn't need to be crying. I'm stuck in a damn house filled with the people I don't want to see. Life was just getting better and better.
Arguing with myself wasn't going to do anything. Afterall, I was debating whether or not to go give Draco a hug and say I'm back and let's get the hell out of here. Then that would cause a frenzy in Grimwald Place Number Twelve.
There was that name again. "Charolette." I still can't figure out who the hell these people are talking too. I'm Prisoner 11396. But Draco, he keeps saying 'Charolette". It's not registerring in my brain. So I just starred at him.
Lucky me, my eyes started to fog up with tears. I had to blink several times to make them go away, and not to show anymore weakness then what these people were seeing already. Then one of the arms that was holding me gave out a gasp, and announced that I was going to cry. And that they broke me.
Damn straight they broke me.
*****
Draco decided to try to say her name one more time, as he took a step closer. Still, Charolette made no recognition that she was being called by her name. He felt absolutly pathetic in letting Potter and his gang send his friend away, breaking her, as Tonks had whispered. Truth be told, Charolette Aka Dena Joyce Rones, was indeed, a broken woman.
"Dena?" He tried one more time, but attempting to call her by her old nickname. And once again, no reply. She didn't know her name.
"Draco," Snape said, placing a hand on his former students' shoulder. "She's forgotten her name. She won't respond." Draco sighed, and nodded, still standing in front of her. "But, maybe you can get to talk by using her prisoner number." Draco whirled around to the former Potions Master.
"Her number?" He snarled. "And treat her like the criminal that she's not!? A number is not her name!" No one was surprised by his outburst. They understood how he felt. Snape however, ignored him, and stepped forward.
"11396." He said clearly, and loud enough for people in the next room to hear. With a sharp jolt, the girls' head looked at him. Those dull, black eyes fixed apon him. "11396, respond."
As if it offended him, James Potter jumped forward, pulling Severus back into the large crowed of people, almost knocking him onto the stairs. His wand was out, and pointing at his throat.
"Don't call her by her number! It should be forgotten!" He hissed.
"It's the only way we can get her to even respond!" Snape cried, hanging onto the banister. "She dosen't remember her name, it's been forgotten in her mind. In Azkaban they"
"Only use numbers for your name." Sirius quietly finnished, earning an aprooving nodd from Severus Snape. Snape then, resumed his position in front of Charolette, this time, he was closer. Her eyes were locked on him.
"11396, can you speak?" Snape asked, watching the girl carefully. She understood, and nodded her head once. Everyone in the room gasped and held their breath.
*****
Draco used another name..Still, I don't know who he's talking too. Then a man with shoulder lenghth black hair came forward. Severus Snape. My old Potions Master. He belived that I was innocent, I know that. Then 11396 escaped his lips.
My number, my name. 11396. Severus asked me if I could speak. And since I was spoken too, I gave my answer, nodding once.
*****
Severus looked almost excited. He took a small step closer
"11396, are you alright? Can you speak to me?" He asked again, hoping that she would in turn, use her voice. Her eyes never left him.
"Yes." Her voice was scratchy and raw. She clearly had not used it throughout her time in Azkaban. But she spoke!
"Oh gods." James muttered, putting his wand away after some time of pointing it at the stairs. "She hasn't spoken in five years."
"There's no one ter talk to in Azkaban." Hagrid said, patting James and Harrys' shoulders. "Unless yer to talk ter crazy folk." The Half Giant gave a sort of smile, then turning back to the girl. "Hey Snape, get er' talkin' more. So she can get that voice of hers workin better." Snape nodded without even turning around. He and Charolette seemed to be in a starring contest.
"11396, can you tell me what Hell was like?" Several little gasps came from the top of the stairs. Draco whipped around to see the youngest Rones children listening and watching with uttermost horror. Dumbledore held up a hand to Draco, permitting the girls to come down the stairs. Charolette's eyes never twitched. She starred hard at the older man.
"Torture." Her voice rasped. "Hell. Absolut firery hell. Though I was not provided warmth. Filth and mold. The occasional screams from those in agony and pain were all the voices that I heard, them and lee. There was no point of moving, no point of living. I would have rather died, before spending five and half gracious years in hell, of where I did not belong." She paused, before her eyes flickered over the group of people. Everyone looked guilty. "Gullibility is streghtened these days, as you've proven to me. I helped you on the side of light, to defeat the dark. And this is how you repay me, by sending me to hell. " Her eyes still dull, showed dead signs of built up anger. "As you've already said, you've broken me. Congradulations?' Her voice dripped with rage and venome, but it did not frighten the small children. Whom slipped through the legs of the unaware adults.
"Dena?" A girl by the name of Brianna came forward, dodging Severus's attempts to hold her back. She darted and stopped inches away from her big sister. "I missed you." She said quietly, holding up what looked like a card. Charolette looked at her. And the look, was as if she was starting to remember.
"Dena.." She whispered. More to herself than anything as she opened up the card. Her eyes widdened suddenly. She remembered!
*****
It had come back to me so suddenly, I was shocked to the point of no words. The card that this little child gave me, no. My little sister. My baby Brianna. The names "Dena" and "Charolette" were my own.
But I don't know what to do. My mind was reeling with sudden emotion. Hate for myself and letting myself be taken away. Sadness for never watching this children plus new to grow up. Anger for not being there when they cried, or they laughed. Or even said my name. Fear for if I hurt them. Happiness for seeing their sweet angelic faces again. Should I hug them? Would I frighten them? Oh mighty Lord, why am I so blessed with these little angels?
Those beautiful black eyes that Brianna bore. Shone like the sky at night. So gorgeous. She looked like me, as does her twin sister Rianna. My heart began to pump quicker, and feeling that usual iron hand closing over it, making it harder for me to breath.
Before I realized what was happening, I found myself kneeling on the floor, clutching Brianna tightly to my chest, and feeling the other little children cry out with happiness and sround me, their little arms wrapping around me the best that they could.
I have my family back. Mighty Merlin I have my family back!
Oh Gods again. Draco was standing right there, starring at me and crying. I really wished he didn't do that. After all, he was some of the very few that thought of me as innocent. He's crying, and he's going to make me cry.
Draco and I were always like that. If something made him cry, I would cry. We were best friends, so it didn't bothor us say the least. But right now, I really didn't need to be crying. I'm stuck in a damn house filled with the people I don't want to see. Life was just getting better and better.
Arguing with myself wasn't going to do anything. Afterall, I was debating whether or not to go give Draco a hug and say I'm back and let's get the hell out of here. Then that would cause a frenzy in Grimwald Place Number Twelve.
There was that name again. "Charolette." I still can't figure out who the hell these people are talking too. I'm Prisoner 11396. But Draco, he keeps saying 'Charolette". It's not registerring in my brain. So I just starred at him.
Lucky me, my eyes started to fog up with tears. I had to blink several times to make them go away, and not to show anymore weakness then what these people were seeing already. Then one of the arms that was holding me gave out a gasp, and announced that I was going to cry. And that they broke me.
Damn straight they broke me.
*****
Draco decided to try to say her name one more time, as he took a step closer. Still, Charolette made no recognition that she was being called by her name. He felt absolutly pathetic in letting Potter and his gang send his friend away, breaking her, as Tonks had whispered. Truth be told, Charolette Aka Dena Joyce Rones, was indeed, a broken woman.
"Dena?" He tried one more time, but attempting to call her by her old nickname. And once again, no reply. She didn't know her name.
"Draco," Snape said, placing a hand on his former students' shoulder. "She's forgotten her name. She won't respond." Draco sighed, and nodded, still standing in front of her. "But, maybe you can get to talk by using her prisoner number." Draco whirled around to the former Potions Master.
"Her number?" He snarled. "And treat her like the criminal that she's not!? A number is not her name!" No one was surprised by his outburst. They understood how he felt. Snape however, ignored him, and stepped forward.
"11396." He said clearly, and loud enough for people in the next room to hear. With a sharp jolt, the girls' head looked at him. Those dull, black eyes fixed apon him. "11396, respond."
As if it offended him, James Potter jumped forward, pulling Severus back into the large crowed of people, almost knocking him onto the stairs. His wand was out, and pointing at his throat.
"Don't call her by her number! It should be forgotten!" He hissed.
"It's the only way we can get her to even respond!" Snape cried, hanging onto the banister. "She dosen't remember her name, it's been forgotten in her mind. In Azkaban they"
"Only use numbers for your name." Sirius quietly finnished, earning an aprooving nodd from Severus Snape. Snape then, resumed his position in front of Charolette, this time, he was closer. Her eyes were locked on him.
"11396, can you speak?" Snape asked, watching the girl carefully. She understood, and nodded her head once. Everyone in the room gasped and held their breath.
*****
Draco used another name..Still, I don't know who he's talking too. Then a man with shoulder lenghth black hair came forward. Severus Snape. My old Potions Master. He belived that I was innocent, I know that. Then 11396 escaped his lips.
My number, my name. 11396. Severus asked me if I could speak. And since I was spoken too, I gave my answer, nodding once.
*****
Severus looked almost excited. He took a small step closer
"11396, are you alright? Can you speak to me?" He asked again, hoping that she would in turn, use her voice. Her eyes never left him.
"Yes." Her voice was scratchy and raw. She clearly had not used it throughout her time in Azkaban. But she spoke!
"Oh gods." James muttered, putting his wand away after some time of pointing it at the stairs. "She hasn't spoken in five years."
"There's no one ter talk to in Azkaban." Hagrid said, patting James and Harrys' shoulders. "Unless yer to talk ter crazy folk." The Half Giant gave a sort of smile, then turning back to the girl. "Hey Snape, get er' talkin' more. So she can get that voice of hers workin better." Snape nodded without even turning around. He and Charolette seemed to be in a starring contest.
"11396, can you tell me what Hell was like?" Several little gasps came from the top of the stairs. Draco whipped around to see the youngest Rones children listening and watching with uttermost horror. Dumbledore held up a hand to Draco, permitting the girls to come down the stairs. Charolette's eyes never twitched. She starred hard at the older man.
"Torture." Her voice rasped. "Hell. Absolut firery hell. Though I was not provided warmth. Filth and mold. The occasional screams from those in agony and pain were all the voices that I heard, them and lee. There was no point of moving, no point of living. I would have rather died, before spending five and half gracious years in hell, of where I did not belong." She paused, before her eyes flickered over the group of people. Everyone looked guilty. "Gullibility is streghtened these days, as you've proven to me. I helped you on the side of light, to defeat the dark. And this is how you repay me, by sending me to hell. " Her eyes still dull, showed dead signs of built up anger. "As you've already said, you've broken me. Congradulations?' Her voice dripped with rage and venome, but it did not frighten the small children. Whom slipped through the legs of the unaware adults.
"Dena?" A girl by the name of Brianna came forward, dodging Severus's attempts to hold her back. She darted and stopped inches away from her big sister. "I missed you." She said quietly, holding up what looked like a card. Charolette looked at her. And the look, was as if she was starting to remember.
"Dena.." She whispered. More to herself than anything as she opened up the card. Her eyes widdened suddenly. She remembered!
*****
It had come back to me so suddenly, I was shocked to the point of no words. The card that this little child gave me, no. My little sister. My baby Brianna. The names "Dena" and "Charolette" were my own.
But I don't know what to do. My mind was reeling with sudden emotion. Hate for myself and letting myself be taken away. Sadness for never watching this children plus new to grow up. Anger for not being there when they cried, or they laughed. Or even said my name. Fear for if I hurt them. Happiness for seeing their sweet angelic faces again. Should I hug them? Would I frighten them? Oh mighty Lord, why am I so blessed with these little angels?
Those beautiful black eyes that Brianna bore. Shone like the sky at night. So gorgeous. She looked like me, as does her twin sister Rianna. My heart began to pump quicker, and feeling that usual iron hand closing over it, making it harder for me to breath.
Before I realized what was happening, I found myself kneeling on the floor, clutching Brianna tightly to my chest, and feeling the other little children cry out with happiness and sround me, their little arms wrapping around me the best that they could.
I have my family back. Mighty Merlin I have my family back!