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chapter one

373 days Roxanne had sat in her dark and dank cell in the world's more well known wizard's prisons. Azkaban had treated her like any other wizard unfortunate enough to get caught and sent into the unforgiving prison. Most wizards feel remorse for their actions after sitting for a week in their cell, however, Roxanne was still sitting in her isolated chamber with a smirk on her face.

She heard screams and pleads for help everyday, cackling to herself when they'd stop without any warning. She, after all, had gotten herself here and was quite enjoying the peace and quiet she received for her inhumane acts. It was more of a reward than a punishment; the life she lived at home being ten times worse than the one she so dearly enjoyed now.

Dementors were watching over her cell every moment of everyday, keeping an eye on the corrupt young girl. They never had to punish her in anyway— In fact, she was quite the role model for those situated in Azkaban. She ate her meals in silence and read the book they gave her for good behaviour, never once stepping a toe out of line. 

If people disregarded what she'd done the summer before fifth year, they'd think she was a model child; obeying all rules and keeping to herself. Whispers from the cells down the hall were carried to hers, and when she heard the news, she beamed a grin that screamed devious and cunning. The Ministry was thinking of cutting her sentence in half; saying that Roxanne might have just been an accessory to the crime committed.

Roxanne knew the truth, though. She had done everything herself, planned it, and carried it out with an unforgiving grin the whole time. Those people deserved what she did to them. The Ministry just didn't seem to share the same viewpoint.

On the three hundredth and seventy third day of her sentence, a certain white haired wizard approached her cell. He was apprehensive and hesitant to go inside with just the girl, fearing she'd try and hurt him in some way. Of course, he wasn't scared of her, he was scared of what he would have to do to her if she did try anything.

At first, Roxanne was in shock and couldn't wrap her mind around any words that would make sense. But when he stepped in and shut the gate behind him, she knew he wanted something.

Albus Dumbledore had seen the girl grow into a very intellectual being, never questioning her odd behaviour at the end of her fourth year. She had always been a good student, on time to class, top of her class, soon to be crowned prefect before she snapped. He was fairly shocked when he heard the Ravenclaw had been carted to the Ministry after a freak accident in her home town.

"Hello, Roxanne," he greeted, smiling slightly.

"Professor," she said through gritted teeth, nodding as he looked at her. The clouds had covered the sun, and Roxanne shivered, pulling the rags of what was left of her dress closer to her.

"I've come to give you a chance to redeem yourself," he spoke, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

"Peculiar. If I'm not confused, Professor, you seemed hell bent on putting me in here. Why the sudden change in perspective?" she cooly asked.

"Times change," he simply stated, conjuring a chair in the corner opposite hers. She glared at him and looked out the bars of her cell door; admiring the grey of the world. The sound of rain was her favourite sound in the world, calming her down when she seemed to be on the edge.

"It's been a year and eight days. Much cannot have changed," she retorted, pursing her lips as he continued to stare at her. It seemed like only yesterday she was up on the stool ready to be sorted, grinning widely when the Sorting Hat had shouted, "Ravenclaw!"

"The Dark Lord is back, I'm afraid. Recent events have proven that Riddle has come back to get vengence on the one who ridded him of the world in the first place," Dumbledore told her, careful not to tell her any more. Roxanne did have the Dark Mark inked on her skin, being given it at the end of her fourth year Christmas break as a present. She had embraced it fully, happy to apart of a clan so strong.

"Is he now? And what's this got to do with me? Certaintly you know where I stand on this matter," she glared at the man.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Talking to you has been such a pleasure. You see, the Order"— Roxanne scoffed and looked away—"is in need of a powerful member. I am not enough at this point. I'm getting old, and I'm afraid my life is to be cut off soon. But if you were to join, we'd have more than enough strength in our ranks. Of course, that is, if you agree."

Roxanne shook her head and let out a humourless laugh. She couldn't believe that the man had come running to her after convincing the court to send her here. Her power was strong, but her stubborn side was stronger and less willing to trust the bearded man.

"Age really does make you crazier, doesn't it?" she remarked, a fake smile sitting on her face.

"I am not joking, Roxanne. Times are getting darker, and for now, you seem to be the best hope there is besides Harry Potter," he sighed, folding his hands on his lap. Roxanne took a moment and studied him, scanning his face for any signs of dishonesty. He wasn't showing any signs of uneasiness, instead showing that he was completely calm.

"What's in it for me?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"Freedom."

"You're saying that if I join the Order, I get my sentenced repealed?" she asked, quite stunned.

"That's exactly what I was hinting at," he smiled.

"And if I say no?"

"Well, this cell will become home, then," he shrugged, standing up.

"So that's all? If I join, I'm free?" she laughed manically.

"Not exactly. Consider yourself on house arrest until school starts. You'll be staying at the Order's headquarters until September first, in which then you'll attend Hogwarts for your fifth year. However, if you even try and oppose us in anyway, the Dementors won't hesitate to kiss you," he explained, watching the smile fall from her face. Roxanne had been planning her escape to her parents and her newfound glory, but had to throw any chance of remote freedom from her mind.

"That's low for you, Albus. To think, I viewed you as an old man that would be easy to get rid of, but no," she began, standing up from her seat to circle the old man. "I always had a feeling you were suspicious of my doings. Curious to think that now I'm suspicious of what you want with me."

"I only want what's best for you, Roxanne, and sitting in this cell is not it," he accused, sending her into a fit of humourless laughter.

"Albus, I have committed the worst crime one can commit, yet you still have faith that I'm your saviour. It's quite pitiful," she said, her voice icey. Her feet were taking her in circles around the man, and she could tell that every circle she made was setting him even farther on edge. It brought her satisfaction that she could get under his skin so easily.

"Do you accept or not?" he shot at her, suddenly expressing that anger he chose not to show for the first few moments.

"Do I get a free trial? A week worth of what you expect me to do before I decide? I always make sure I enjoy something before I commit to it," she simply said, looking up at him.

"A week is all you have to decide."

"Well, daylight's wasting."

Hiiii!!! Okay, so this is a really short chapter but it's really so you can get a feel for the type of character Roxanne is. If you like it make sure to heart it or however you say you like it and leave a comment to tell me any suggestions you have!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this book!!

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