Roxanne Weasley [REWRITING]

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BEING ON THE CAGED SIDE OF THINGS WAS A SICKENING FEELING. It was a side that nobody ever aspired to be on. You felt like a caged animal, like bird who had never known what it was really like to be free. Once you were trapped in there, it felt like the outside world didn't exist. Like you had never existed outside of that cage. The dementors that looked over you, behind a shield that could burst open and free them seemed more free than you did in the cage.

Roxanne could have sworn she had been sitting in the cramped cage for days. She barely had room to move, the seat she was give was hard and cold. The cold metal dug into her, it made her wish for the dirt floor of her cell in Azkaban. At least there she didn't have heavy shackles on, there she could pace from one wall to the other. There, she could focus on the sounds of dripping water, or the murmurs from the other cells. There, she knew that was her world. She wasn't teased with the outside world like she was sitting in that small cage. She was so close to freedom, she was so close to being able to hug her mother again. She could practically feel it already.

But she wasn't stupid. She knew that it would never happen.

"Roxanne Weasley," the witch that was seated behind the towering desk before her broke through Roxanne's train of thought. The look that filled her eyes wasn't the least bit welcoming, her eyes glared through Roxanne as if they were attached to daggers. It made Roxanne want to sink back into solitude in her cell. "You have been charged with the following..." she began, her brown eyes momentarily glancing down at something on her desk. "Aiding the Dark Lord, assisting in his mission to take of the Ministry of Magic...and as well as revealing the location, date, and time of Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley's wedding..." the woman briefly glanced up at Roxanne, disgust evident in her eyes before she continued, "and the murder of multiple witches and wizards, and being connected to the murder of various muggle families. All over the course of the last year." she finished, sighing heavily as she looked down at Roxanne. "What is your plea to these charges?"

Roxanne had a sinking feeling in her stomach. No matter what words she uttered, it wouldn't be enough. They hadn't bothered to listen thus far. What could she say now that they hadn't heard before? There wasn't anything she could say to sway anyone...

The witch cleared her throat impatiently.

"N-not guilty." she replied, her voice was soft— already defeated. "But...but please you have to let me explain!" she continued, her voice ending up practically filled with panic.

The woman looked at her with one of her brows arched sharply, "Were you or were you not an ally of Tom Riddle, or  as many know him as Lord Voldemort?" she asked, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes that had been glaring right through her since Roxanne had arrived. 

"Well...y-yes, but–" 

"Did you or did you not tell Lord Voledmort where your brother, William Weasley's wedding was and that Mister Harry Potter would be in attendance?"