"H. Merriweather, yes?"
The girl felt a cold hand on her wrist, almost pleasant against the feverish heat of the cell. It jerked her forwards, yet she had no strength to correct herself, dropping to her knees.
"Yes, Professor." Came another, higher pitched voice.
"Her brand should not only state physical details, but occupation too, Wormtail."
Through the foggy haze of sleeping draught, the girl heard the second man whimper slightly. "Her papers, sir, here-"
There was a fumbling of parchment, and as the hand released her, Hannah Merriweather's forearm fell to her side. A searing pain coursed through where her almost-healed brand had been, and she forced herself to look at it, her eyes heavy and aching in the gloom.
H. Merriweather
01/03/1996
Half Blood
Herbology & Potions experience
Headmaster's Assistant
Location Hogwarts
She stifled a weak sob as the newest lines appeared in scarlet on her skin, blood pooling dark in the fresh cuts. If the men had heard her, they pretended they hadn't, for the only sound to be heard in the dungeon was the frantic scribbling of 'Wormtail' on paperwork, his shallow breathing echoing in the noiseless room.
"Lucky, lucky," he muttered to himself, "should send them all to Azkaban, filthy things..."
Her strength failing her, Hannah slipped back into unconsciousness once more, welcoming the comforting darkness that enveloped her.
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SOMETHING WICKED / book one
Fanfictionau: post-war, snape survives. hogwarts has fallen to voldemort. Sold to Hogwarts as an assistant to the new headmaster, Hannah's halfblood status wasn't enough to give her freedom- yet she's determined not just to survive, but to live.
