Slytherins Heir [Draco X Reader] - Year Three

Chapter ten - What If They Hate Me?

Y/n pov

You look at the open door and open it you sigh and see Professors Lupin, McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore you hated meeting like this. You had to step to the side because Hagrid followed you in behind.

"Y/n, it has come to our attention you've suffered quite a few injures while in Azkaban." Dumbledore stated. You looked down cursing your lack of potions.

"It's nothing I can't take care of." You tell him.

"I'd prefer if you told us. If possible, show us." Your head of house said you sighed. You rolled up your sleeves just a little bit. Hagrid stares grizzly at your thin burned, bruised wrists.

"My wrists are burned from being in cuffs for two months being dragged and pulled carrying my body weight..." You explain before rolling down your sleeves again refusing to admit the cool air felt so nice yet tingly on your wrist.

"Any more?" McGonagall asked

"Heh... On my move from Sirius's cell let's say the guards aren't the kindest." You said remembering how the blonde guard you'd later learned was named Phil practically kicked you down the stairs. You could do nothing against it.

"It ended up breaking two ribs, and bruising my side." You say feeling your left side.

"Did a guard do this?" Snape hissed.

"Yes. But it was well deserved, I made a fool out of them and Azkaban." You smirked remembering what he found out you could do. Another reason he called for the transfer.

"explain." demanded McGonagall.

"I could still preform magic. For example." You concentrate and feel the energy around you shift again you take a shaky breath no one else seems more impressed but Dumbledore. Everyone soon looked around and could feel the energy switch too no doubt.

"You... Could change the emotion of a room without your wand?" Dumbledore asked Amazed.

"Yes... it was strong enough so I could sleep safe and help so Sirius wouldn't kill me. A little agreement we made... but when I made contact with anyone it'd make them see their dreams it seemed." You told the group losing your grip on the magic, for you never had a room with so many people and a room so big.

"You mean you helped a murder?" Growled Snape. You almost glared at him before remembering his position of power over you.

"Heh, if he was a murderer nicest one I met. Azkaban doesn't help anyone a flawed system... it should be used as rehabilitation why just lock people out draining them of hope?" You hissed back not knowing when to back down.

"They were followers of Voldemort Y/n. Do well to remember that." Professor Lupin chimed in. You looked at him and then to Dumbledore.

"How many, how many didn't get a trail? How many were innocent?" You asked him stepping forward threateningly.

"Are you insinuating Sirius black is...?" Snape started but You quickly shook out of your thoughts.

"...No... I'm talking about me... not everyone deserves to go to prison for a single mistake." You lie knowing well you hadn't understood the bond you and Sirius had.

"You're angry..." Dumbledore stated you nodded.

"Well... yes I am." You say through clenched teeth you notice a small puff of smoke and see a wooden trinket catch fire. You take a step back and take a deep breath. The fire is out by the time you open your eyes. Everyone stares at you oddly. They all know you were the cause of that.

"You should be able to speak freely of what happened to you... at least to your friends." Dumbledore declares making you less tense.

"...Really?" You ask wide eyed and clearly happy.