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The sky was extra dark and the waves were more ferocious than ever. Raven sat in her cell, slumped against the wall, adjacent to the bars that looked out onto the sea. Screams of people around her echoed in her ears like a distant bell, and she had half a mind of her own to scream herself to drown everything out.
Maybe she could end up screaming herself to death. Anything would be better than Azkaban. Anything would be better than reliving her nightmare every single second for the last six years. Anything.
Had it even been six years? She lost count on the second year of imprisonment.
She tangled her hands in her matted hair and pulled at her roots. She screamed as loud as she could, rendering her throat raw. The distinct rattling sound which she had learned to hate began to grow closer, and she shuddered.
SIX YEARS AGO
2nd September 1984
"Don't move!" Screamed the wizard, wand raised straight at her heart.
"It wasn't me!" She cried. "I tried to save them! Please!"
The rest of the wizards group came in, eyes wide at the massacre staining the kitchen floors and walls.
"What's your name?"
"Don't hurt me! Please!"
"What's your name?" Repeated the wizard with a harsher tone. "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?"
When she nodded, he sighed.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore."
"Raven Lestrange." She replied.
"Lestrange?" Asked a witch from the group. "Oh my......."
"Albus?" Asked another wizard. "What will we do?"
The wizards bright blue eyes shone like cubes of ice. "She's the only one at the scene. We do what we must."
"Albus!" Gasped another wizard. "That's a child! How will–"
"Cornelius, do you see another way?"
The man named Cornelius scratched his head. "I do not." He turned to the others. "Take her."
"What?" Questioned Raven. She lunged when a spell was shot at her. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" The man named Albus raised his wand higher, and a bright light shot out from it, straight at her.
"It wasn't me. It wasn't me. It wasn't me." Raven muttered as a white fog enveloped her vision and every muscle in her body went slack. "It wasn't...... me."
PRESENT
25th July, 1993
She lunged towards the metal bars and began to bang her head against them. One of the Dementors cold hands gripped around her throat and threw her back against the wall.
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Fiksi PenggemarIt seemed to be that Raven Lestrange always payed for people's mistakes. At the young age of eight, she was framed and falsely accused for the murders of her neighbours, a family of six. They locked her up in Azkaban, eager to get rid of the infamou...
