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40: Counting Days in Azkaban

[victoria's pov]

One week in Azkaban

I could feel darkness taking over me. I blamed everyone I loved for where I ended up. I had heard being in Azkaban is 90% boredom and 10% mind wracking, but to me, it seemed like 90% mind wracking and another 90% boredom. My blood boiled more as I blamed everyone for my fate. I blame Dumbledore for coming to the orphanage. I blamed Snape for not trying harder. I blamed Tom for making me fall for him. I blamed Ms. Feathers for being a jerk. I blamed the minister for not letting me get the chance to talk. I felt the need for revenge... and it was only week one.

Eight months in Azkaban

I was counting the days of how long I was here. Where the hell was Tom? Is he even looking for me? I angrily screamed full of hate and loathe.

"Stupid, stupid," I said, glaring at the promise ring Tom gave me.

My anger slowly turned into sadness. Tears streamed down my face as I thought some more.

"It's all my fault," I said.

A scream built up in my chest and I screamed in frustration.

One and a half years in Azkaban

I wondered how Harry was doing. He must have been almost a year old by now. I played scenarios about how differently I would've lived if I hadn't known Tom for time to pass by. It was more peaceful now. Being able to ignore other screams from other prisoners.

"I'm going to die here," I said to myself, smiling. "But at least I'm not dying a virgin," I said and laughed quietly as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I had given my virtue to him. To Tom.

And what had it meant to him?

Nothing.

Two years in Azkaban

I was desperate now. Harry must have been a year old now. I hated Tom for not looking for me. I hated everyone for forgetting about me. But most of all, I hated myself for thinking this way. Deep down, I knew I was thinking wrongly, but when you're chained in a dark room and it's constantly loud, you start to think differently.

"What?" I asked the pebble on the floor.

"Stop staring at me like that before I throw you outside to the dementors."

Indeed, I was mad. A mad twenty-four year old woman talking to a pebble.

Suddenly, I heard a loud blast and screams. I sighed, annoyed of having to be interrupted from my thoughts.

"What the fuck could it be?" I said to the pebble.

There was another explosion. Only this time, it was in front of my cell. The pebble was blown away (literally.)

"It's what you deserve!" I exclaimed to the pebble, laughing.

"Victoria."

I looked up at the door and saw the one and only, Tom.

Blood boiled in me, but a sense of sadness flowed through me when I realised how much I missed him.

"Tom."

He pointed his wand at my chains and said a spell, but I was too tired to hear him.

"Stupid consciousness," I whispered before blacking out.

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So, I know that the Weasley twins are a lot older than Harry in the books, but in my book, they're only a few months older than him. Ron is also around Harry and the Twins' age in this story and Molly is currently pregnant with Ginny.

Your author, riddlefiqs.