Sabrina ; The next generation

Twenty-one

"You've got fifteen minutes."

There was one human guard in Azkaban. A man who let visitors in.

"Thanks."

"Silverberry!" He called out as he opened the door to the cell. "You've got a visitor!"

I gulped as I stepped inside of the cell, eyes landing on the person on the bed who raised their head to look at me.

The door was shut behind me, making me flinch at the sound.

"Do I know you?" He asked as he went back to staring through the metal bars that formed a window.

The cell was quite sad.

There was a bed, a table with a chair and a toilet. This was all they had. The table for when they were fed, the toilet for... well the obvious, the bed for sleeping and all they could really do to spend their time was stare out at the ocean view.

"My name is Sabrina." I said. "Sabrina Silverberry-Weasley."

His body completely froze for a moment before he immediately turned his head to look at me, scooting to the edge of the bed to put his feet down.

"You're Allie's kid."

He looked almost happy with that fact, smiling weakly while resting an elbow against his knee, brushing his thumb over his lower lip.

"How did that happen?"

"Uh... I'm adopted."

He nodded slowly before he sat up straight, letting out a deep breath. He placed his hands on his knees and rolled his shoulders, then looked out of the window.

"I can't assume you're here on behalf of your mother."

I shook my head before he looked at me again.

"Why are you here, Sabrina?"

I ran a hand to the nape of my neck as I walked over to sit on the chair by the table.

"I have a question."

"You came to visit me because of a question?" He asked. "You must be a curious person if you came all the way out here because of a question."

I scoffed.

"Is this why no one suspected anything?" I asked, tilting my head. "Because you act so nice at first? You know who else acts nice at first before they turn on you?"

When I didn't tell him, he raised his eyebrows and a smile spread on my face.

"Psychopaths... narcissists."

"I'm neither one of those."

"Sure." I shrugged. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about whatever mental illness you have. I need to know about when my parents were in school. My mum told me she had experienced someone sabotage her own relationship so she knows how much it hurts... but she's only ever dated two people and she didn't love the first one so it could only have been my dad."

My uncle looked similar to my mum. They both had characteristics from my grandpa Augustus so it wasn't a surprise that the two looked a bit like each other.

"Did you have a plan for if I chose not to tell you?"

I sighed, but didn't say anything. I just stared at him, waiting for him to answer.

"Alright." He held up his hands in surrender, letting out a small chuckle. "Do you know about my sister who died? Carrington?"

I nodded.