Romance in the Wizarding World (A Harry Potter One-Shot Collection)

Guilty Until Proven Innocent (Harry Potter #2)

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

            I didn't know why I was the one here stuck in this nasty prison cell. I hadn't done anything to deserve it, really. All I knew was that I was convicted of a crime I wasn't even aware of. Apparently, according to the Aurors, I was wanted for murder of some random wizard. I didn't even know the person! Even if I did, I wouldn't kill them. I wasn't a murderer.

            What horrified me even more was the fact that one of the Aurors, Harry Potter, didn't believe that I did it, but didn't speak up. Of course, I doubted his opinion would've mattered anyway. The other Aurors amongst him seemed to think I was guilty. Apparently being the girlfriend of an Auror doesn't give you an advantage.

When they had hauled me away, I felt nothing but betrayal. How could Harry just watch as I was hauled away to Azkaban prison? He never once fought for me.

            I sat in the corner farthest from the barred cell door, huddled in a tight ball for what warmth I could muster. The black and white outfit I was given wasn't giving me enough warmth. Even though Dementors were long gone from Azkaban, it didn't mean that the wizard prison suddenly got warm and whatnot. There weren't many wizards here in the prison now. I was one of the very few who had residency here.

 I cupped my hands together, covering my mouth. I blew hot air into my hands, hoping to warm up my nose. My fingernails were caked with dirt underneath them, my dirty blonde, wavy hair was greasy and tangled, and my entire body had a foul odor. I really wished the prison at least offered prisoners a shower once a month or something, not never like they did now.

            My parents weren't happy with my arrest. They were trying their hardest even now to find the real murderer and clear my name, because they knew for a fact that I had never done such a despicable thing. So far they had no luck; otherwise I would've been out of this hellhole a while ago. They seemed to be the only two people who cared. I bet not even my twin sister, Chloe, cared about me. She was always one who got jealous of me because I was younger than her. We never had a close bond when we had gotten into Hogwarts. I had been Sorted into Ravenclaw, her into Slytherin—the worst Hogwarts House out of the four there.

            I rested my nappy head against the cold, damp brick wall. I released a shiver, about the fiftieth one in ten minutes. Life wasn't pleasant when you were locked in a tundra cage.

            The clanking of keys towards my way made my emerald-green eyes look to the barred door that separated me from partial freedom. A guard stood at my cell door. I looked at him tiredly. I probably looked like a zombie with all the mistreatment I was given. You'd think that ever since Dementors were gone that prison life would be just a tad bit better.

 Ha, that was a dream that would never come true.

            "You've got yourself a visitor, Ms. Edwards," said the guard gruffly.

            "I do?" My voice sounded very hoarse from the lack of water. "Since when?"

            "Since now. Come and see him while you can." Him? Who could it be? My dad, perhaps?

            "You aren't going to let me free, are you?" I didn't know why I even bothered to ask the question, because I knew the answer.

            "We're not taking any chances, I'm afraid. The closest contact you can have is through the bars. You'll have a few minutes only. And don't try anything sneaky, I'll be keeping a close eye on you two." Yeah, like I'm really going to attempt to break out of here in the state I'm in. Fear really made people paranoid