[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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Settled in the cold cell that offered no comfort, let alone any source of light beside the dimly lit lanterns, Roderick kept his back pressed against the stone wall to place as much distance between him and the cell door. The dementors were ruthless creatures, living up to the title of being the foulest to inhabit the world. They fed on happiness and Roderick was attempting to hold onto any happy memory of his time with Elizabeth in hopes of passing the time, however, it only seemed to work against him. They were attracted to his happiness and several times, he had been caught dozing against his cell door, leaving him an easy victim to their predatory ways.
Afterwards, he was only left to spiral into the darkness of depression, regretting putting himself in such a situation, even if he knew he had done the right thing.
Sitting in the cramped quarters of the prison cell he had been provided or rather sentenced to, he kept his legs curled to his chest, spending hours blankly staring at the wall. During those times, he would imagine himself outside of Azkaban, spending all of his time with Elizabeth and with his child.
He liked spending hours envisioning of what their child looked like, taking turns from picturing a little girl that resembled a small version of Elizabeth to picturing a little boy that resembled him, but hopefully, a lot more handsome. It was his only source of happiness since his arrival to Azkaban as his days and nights were plagued by dementors and the thunderous sounds of the angry waves of the North Sea that crashed against the rocks outside.
Perhaps, in the beginning, he didn't think Azkaban was going to be as bad, but he was sorely mistaken and he had experienced that within hours of being locked into a cell. It was certainly true for those that claimed that walls, cells, and water weren't needed to keep the prisoners in. They were left trapped inside their own minds, stuck with horrible thoughts and memories as the dementors stripped away their happiness. It was likely that many of them would go mad in a matter of weeks if they lost the will to fight.
Roderick wasn't sure how long he was going to last under the conditions and it was after he was granted some "mercy" for turning himself in. His trial had been nothing really of the sort, more of a sentencing after turning himself in and confessing to his crimes. Many members of Wizengamot appeared to be in shock, appalled that he would do such a thing. But once he admitted to his illegal actions of becoming an unregistered animagus, a spy for the Dark Lord, no one seemed to have any issue with locking him away.
But when it came to how long, it nearly reached a stalemate as the decision of at least a decade's time seemed good enough for some, while others believed it was too short of a sentence. However, since Roderick had not engaged in any violent crimes and due to his young age, the majority held some form of mercy towards him.
Yes, they could consider it mercy and he could be thankful that it wasn't a life sentence, but over ten years in Azkaban would feel like forever.
During his time in Azkaban, Roderick had the unfortunate knowledge and displeasure of seeing others enter their own cells and face their own punishment. Especially, the face of Sirius Black, a distant relative of his that had been brought in during the beginning of the month of November. As he was guided in by Aurors, Sirius glanced over in his direction, the two men making eye contact which brought upon confusion on their expression. Roderick was especially confused as to why a member of the Order was in Azkaban.
