The Azkaban Kid

My Past

MY PAST

"Welcome Sarai. Please take a seat." Dumbledore motioned to a seat that was in front of his desk. I went and slumped into it, massaging my wrists.

"Them shackles rubbed my arms!" I stated. They were pretty sore now.

"Why is that? Were they too tight?" Dumbledores eyes twinkled as he asked. I quite liked his eyes.

"Yes!" I snapped. "Scare face put them way too tight but luckily Bill seemed to know that they didn't need to cut off my blood circulation."

"Yes." Dumbledore chuckled. "Alastor can be rather heavy handed." That's the understatement of the century. "Do you know why I wanted to talk to you Sarai?"

"Not really sir." His gaze seemed to make me uncomfortable. They were like x-raying me.

"I would like to do these meetings often Sarai. I want to help you gain your childhood back and lose your inner anger and darkness." Simple explanation I guess.

"Okay..." I hesitantly spoke. A bit weird.

"No need to worry. I shall ask questions and you can answer them if you wish. But when you don't answer I shall ask the same one in the next meeting. Is that clear?"

"Yes headmaster Dumbledore." He chuckled again. This guy was too happy.

"Please Sarai. You may call me sir." I just nodded.

"Start the ball rolling then."

"I shall do just that Sarai. Firstly, Severus, Remus and Bill are still in the room. These questions are about your past, do you want them to stay?"

"Might as well. It's not like anyone can feel sorry for me. I've done bad things." Dumbledore just nodded and conjured two more seats. There was a seat vacant next to me.

"Would you like that chair to move or can someone sit next to you?" Dumbledore asked me.

"Lupin can sit next to me. Otherwise the chair can move." I mumbled.

"You may sit there Remus. Severus? Bill? Please take the other two seats." Dumbledore smiled warmly. Lupin sat down in the other chair and I looked at him. His face didn't show anything less than happiness. He looked sweet.

"Right. Now we shall properly start." He coughed and laid back in his chair.
"What is your earliest memory?" Easy.

"A bright green flash of light and two thumps on the floor. The killer looked at me and sneered then disappeared into thin air." I didn't show emotion. I explained it like it was just a day at school or something. Dumbledore nodded.

"Ok. When did your first magic show?"

"I was three I think. I seemed happy for once and my hair just suddenly platted itself while I was thinking about doing something with my hair."

"I see. When was the first time something bad happened?"

"Erm. I was about four and a half. Mrs.Postern had never cared about me and she shouted at me for not making my bed. I got angry a little bit and a plate few across the room and smashed against the wall." I looked down at my lap. "That was the first time anyone had ever hit me before."

"I understand. Now please look at me so I can carry on." I reluctantly returned my emotionless gaze and he continued.

"Did you ever hurt any of the other children?" I sat there for a while. Not really wanting to tell them. "Go on. Don't be worried about our reactions."

"Ok." I sighed. "The first time I hurt a child was when this boy pushed me to the floor. I was 5 he was 10. I got sad and stared at him. He flew over to the other side of the little grass path we were playing on. He only got a bruised arm. I got worse."