They call me a criminal

Chapter 3

I'd been in here for two full days now, and it was now early morning. One of the guards slid two trays of food under the bars and I simply looked at it and turned away. The only thing I'd eaten in here was a piece of old bread, everything else was inedible. The cold shrilling screams echoed around the entire prison and eventually I just started tuning them out.

"You said you didn't want to die in here?" Sirius whispered. That's one of the first things he said to me since my first day. "I don't." He then shoved my tray towards me, "starving yourself is how you die." I looked down at it. Today's food didn't seem as bad. I picked up a piece of fruit that was definitely canned and took a small bite. I then finished what I wanted and slid the tray back under the cell.

"How old are you anyway?" I looked down at my feet. "I'm thirteen." His eyes met mine, "why'd you do it?" I shook my head, "I didn't. My father and two death eaters said I did." He leaned back, "who was it? That died?" I sighed, "my mum." Black nodded, "who killed her?" I shrugged, "I don't know, my Professor, Snape, was there but he didn't have my wand."

Sirius scoffed, "snivelous Snape?" This almost made me smile. "I hate them all." He nodded, "did you see your mum, watch her die?" I bit my lip, "I did, I thought my parents were just fighting. But when I walked downstairs there were death eaters in my kitchen, and my father was holding my mum still."

Sirius stood up, marking his line on the wall, "Slytherin?" I shook my head, "Gryffindor." He chuckled, "I'm guessing your family wasn't particularly kind to you." I nodded, "good guess."

"I'm sorry." I looked over at him, "do you think I'm going to be in here forever?" He laughed, "you want me to coddle you, or do you want the truth?" I closed my eyes, "that's my answer." I hit the wall frustrated,  leaning back. "You still have the rock." I whispered. He laughed, "you still think I'm going to kill you?" I shrugged, "do you want the truth? Or should I coddle you?" He smiled, "fair enough." I quickly grabbed the rock as he slid it towards me. "I wouldn't kill you Clara." I stared at him, "why not?" He met my eyes once again, "you remind me too much of myself." I looked away as soon as he said that, "we're not the same."

A guard came up to the cell later that day with Madeye and someone holding a camera. "Smile girly, you're famous." I stared miserably at the camera, "Madeye? Can you get me out of here." He shook his head, "it's time you realized no special favours are done for murderers." I shook my head, and Sirius stood up walking towards him. "Look at the girl closely, you think she's a murderer she's barely thirteen. Her fathers a known death eater. Mad eye you know this girl is innocent."

The Auror simply shook his head, "if there's one thing I will say Clara, don't associate yourself with this man." The camera man adjusted his light, "let's get one of you two together." I stepped away from the bars, "fuck you."

He gave up and the three of them began walking away. Later that night the guards came and took me to the women's washroom. They stood outside the door and when I went in I saw a women with long jet black curly hair. "And who do we have here." She chuckled getting up in my face. "A quiet one I see." I stepped back in horror as she pulled out a sharp piece of cement. Before I could pull away she sliced my arm, and a large amount of blood started trickling out. She laughed pressing her finger on the cut, she licked the blood off her finger smiling scarily. "Bellatrix my dear, my name." I stepped back, "Clara." She nodded, "a pretty one I see." She pushed the sharp side up against my cheek. "Please." I whispered. She chuckled, backing away. "Visit again deary."

I quickly left the bathroom trying to catch my breath. When I made it back to my cell my lower arm was almost fully covered in blood. I used my hand to put pressure on it, whimpering softly. When Sirius was brought back he noticed me turned away. "Clara?" I lifted my head slightly unable to try and hold my tears back. "I just want to go home." I cried. He knelt down in front of me, examining my arm. Sirius wrapped a piece of his old shirt around the cut. "I know you do." I was trying to breathe through my tears, he sat down beside me. "Try and take a few breaths with me." I shook my head, "I want out of here." He nodded, "think about this, where are you going to go when your out?" I shrugged, "it doesn't matter anywhere is better than here." I let out a cry starring up at the ceiling, "my mum is dead. She's dead, and they told everyone I did it." He sighed putting more pressure on my arm. We sat in silence for a while I let out all my tears, I wasn't sure whether was actually upset, in pain, or just angry. "Do you know who did this?" I looked down at the blood soaked shirt, "Bellatrix."