Slytherin's Girl

Chapter 16

“Poor guy,” said Draco looking at the broken man in front of him.

“Yeah, you would think that they would take better care of the guards,” I agreed.

“What do you expect? I have to be around dementors for most of the day,” the guard shrugged.

“Black’s sell,” I reminded him.

“Of course, this way,” he agreed.

The hallway we walked down was run down and dark. It gave of a depressing feeling. I get why people say the place can suck your soul out, thought that might just be the dementors floating around.

“This place is so cold and grey,” said Draco, stating my previous thoughts.

“Hey, reminds me of your personality,” I laughed.

Draco scrawled at me and quickened hi pace. I laughed and grabbed his arm before he took a wrong turn.

“Come on grumpy. I’m teasing. You’re letting the dementors get to you,” I soothed.

“Just then we turned the corner and Dumbledore stuck out his arm to stop us from walking past. Sirius sat in the back of his cell and didn’t even look up when we greeted him. Well, until I greeted him.

“Hi, Padfoot,” I said.

“How did you know that name?” he sneered in anger.

“Yeah, where did you hear that name?” whispered.

“One of the few things that I managed to get out of Snape before our fight,” I explained to both males.

“What do you want?” barked the convict.

“Your help,” I said in a soft voice in order to try and keep him calm.

“With?” he asked, clearly not paying much attention.

“We need to get into your family house. There is a dark artefact that we need to destroy,” I explained.

“Oh really,” he sneered. “I know who you are,” he spat and pointed at Draco. “You are a Malfoy. You probably want to steal something to add to your fortune. What Lucius not brave enough to come in here so instead he sends his spawn? Leave!”

“No,” I insisted. The man was insulting a boy that was still not over the loss of a family that is still alive. This infuriated me. “We have to kill Voldemort and you will help us.”

I could practically hear the shivers of the other occupants when I said the dark Lord’s name. Cowards. Somewhere along the line I could hear Bellatrix shriek and scream at us, but I decided to pay her no mind. After I told Dumbledore that Bella escaped he managed to track her down when he realised she isn’t going to help us and now she was a resident of the prison once again.

“Why would I help you? I’m a death eater, remember. Cold blooded enough to sell my best friend out to the most evil man alive!” he exclaimed. That’s when I realised what the place was doing to him. I had to get him out.

“I know you’re innocent,” I snapped in an attempt to shut him up.

“What?” he asked. The confusion clear in his voice.

“I know that you’re not a traitor nor a murderer. I know that you were set up. I know that you are innocent. I know that you can help us,” I said.

“How do I know that I can trust you?” he sneered. “You’re a Slytherin, aren’t you?”

“Salaza Slythering,” I agreed. “And to be honest, I don’t know. At this point, I wouldn’t trust myself either.”

This seemed to give him something to think about. He seemed to look me over once again and then turned his gaze to Draco. His shoulders shagged to give him a defeated look and he glared at me before saying, “You’re not going to give me a choice, are you?”

“No, but I would think this is a no brainer. It’s to save your godson,” answered Draco in a firm voice.

“How did you know about that?” asked the convict.

“The Black family handbook keeps track of everything and everyone in close proximity of any of its members, even the disowned ones,” stated Draco.

“I hate that bloody pure blood tracks. Worse than aurors that things.”

“Will you help us?” I asked again.

“Fine,” stated the man. “The Blacks house is located at number twelfth Grimnauld Place,” he whispered to keep the rest of the criminals from hearing.

“Thank you,” I said. “You are doing so much more than you believe.”

“I see that you are finished,” said the headmaster's voice.

I wondered for a moment where he went, but put it out of my mind for the moment.

“Thank you, Mr Black,” said Dumbledore before he escorted us out of the miserable place.

A little voice in my head told me that it was wrong of us to leave the man in that miserable place. I tried to ignore it, but it was louder than my usual feeling. I decided not to mention the problem to Professor Dumbledore. I, for some reason, had a feeling that he wouldn’t want to listen.

Another part of me questioned why the headmaster left two first years to talk to an convict without any other adults present. Even one slightly sane person would have been helpful. Then again, if one of the aurors heard what we said…

A big part of me wondered whether the prisoners ever got coffee in that place. I guessed not, there had to be a reason for them to be that crazy! It was at that moment that I vowed to never get caught in an act that could send me to Azkaban.

Draco seemed to fight an internal battle as well. He seemed to come to the same conclusion as I. That is how we ended up talking about the true agenda of the headmaster that one terrible Christmas night. My trust in the old man was shifting and I had a feeling that he was going to betray us at some point, be it because were Slytherins or an inconvenience. This was a scary thought for two eleven year olds to have, especially after one of them just lost their parents to prejudice of their own doing. That night I was the one to snuggle into the blond's embrace as we drifted of to peace.