Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 21:20:05 GMT -5
A/N: This is basically a timeline. It will range from day-to-day, to week-to-week, month-to-month, and finally year-to-year. Each time “jump” will be marked with a ~ in the center of the page. I want to get this out, so I can get to the more interesting chapters, but in order to do that, I’ll have to skip around a bit.
There are also some different languages spoken in this chapter. They will be marked with *. Each time another thing is said, there will be another *. For example
Spanish*
French**
Spanish***
The translations are at the end of the chapter. [Translations come from intertran.com]
I have a feeling this chapter will be just as long, or even longer, as the previous one. If you’re allergic to long chapters (which I’d be afraid if I were you), I strongly suggest you not read my story anymore. I happen to be a BIG fan of long chapters. Probably because I read too fast for my own good. *sighs* Anyway…<br>
Disclaimer: I OWN BILL!!
Draco: No you don’t.
Me: Yes I do!!
Draco: No, you don’t.
Me: Yes I do!!!
Draco: Someone help me!
Sirius: Rach?
Me: Yes Padfoot?
Sirius: You don’t own Bill.
Me: Fred?
Sirius: No
Me: George?
Sirius: No
Me: Harry, Draco, you, Remus, James, Severus, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Neville, Ginny, Percy, Ron, Hermione, the reader????
Sirius: No, to all of it.
Me: James? Orlando?
Sirius: No, you’re borrowing them.
Me: *sniffs* Cody? Aaron?
Sirius: Yes, you own them.
Me: Yay! I own someone!!!! Heh
But I do not own Harry Potter or anything familiarized with it.
--
The corridor was dark, and smelled of things you’d rather not try to identify. You were freezing, but not because of the air temperature, but because of the two dementors’ grip on you. You shivered in disgust as you took in the bleak surroundings. It was going to be a very long lifetime in this hell-hole.
It didn’t really register in your mind until after you had been thrown roughly into a cell with no bars or windows. Wait, there was one on top of the door, but it was tiny and barely let any light into the small cell that was your new home.
Getting up from your spot on the filthy ground, where you had landed on your stomach, you crawled into a corner and pulled your legs up, wrapping your arms around them. Putting your head on your knees, you finally allowed the tears that had been threatening to fall since you had left the conference room, to slide down your cheeks in ever-steadying streams.
Soon your body was wracked with sobs as the realization dawned on you: you were never going to see Bill again. With the mere mention of him, memories flooded back to you, causing you to cry even harder.
“Psst!”<br>
Jumping about a foot, you looked around for the source of the voice. You squinted in the darkness, studying the black walls around you. It took a few minutes before you saw a small area of a lighter shade, a dark grey, and crawled over into the opposite corner.
“Who’s there?” you whispered, your voice quivering from your crying earlier. You lowered your head to look through the hole.
Suddenly another eye appeared staring at you. “Me. What’re you in for?”<br>
You sighed and pulled your head away, leaning it against the wall with the hole. “I supposedly killed an Auror, performed the Unforgivables on innocent muggles, and am in league with You-Know-Who,” you pause until your curiosity got a hold of you. “What about you?”<br>
“For murdering twelve muggles and one Peter Pettigrew,” came the stranger’s reply.
It was Sirius Black! Your cell was right next to him! You blinked several times and sighed again. It didn’t matter if your cell was next to You-Know-Who himself, you were stuck.
“You’re innocent, aren’t you Sirius?” you asked suddenly.
You could hear his sharp intake of breath as it caught in his throat. It was probably because you were the first person to ask if he was, and honestly want to know the truth. You waited, staring into the darkness across from you, having nothing better to do.
Finally he spoke. “Yes, I am,” he said quietly before sighing. “I wouldn’t betray my best friends if it would save my life. Not with Lily just having had Harry. James was so proud of his son.” You could hear his voice take on a dreamy tone, as he returned to the past in his own mind. “We would stay up late at night, after Lily had put Harry to bed and gone to be herself, and we would just talk about the future.” His tone got even softer, if that was even possible anymore. “He wanted so much to see Harry grow up and now—”
You listened as the man in the cell next to you broke off abruptly. His quiet sobs hit you in the heart, making your own eyes fill with tears. The sadness you felt wasn’t for yourself anymore; it was for the innocent man a wall away. If you remembered correctly, he was about twenty when he was caught, and you were eleven. Now you were seventeen, making him…at least 26.
“Hey Sirius?” you said softly, after listening to his sobs stop.
“Yeah…?” he asked back, his voice still quiet.
Lowering your head, you looked back through the hole, meeting his gaze. “I believe you’re innocent,” you replied, smiling sadly.
He stared at your through the hole, before letting out a loud bark of laughter. “That’s rich…a teenaged convict believes I’m innocent. What’s your name?” he asked suddenly.
“Erinn Vendo,” you said, sighing heavily.
He was quiet for a moment, and you heard him shifting into what must have been a more comfortable position. “Why were you crying?”
You felt yourself tense, but then forced yourself to relax. He told you his story, the least you could do was tell him yours. You sighed for what must have been the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes, and put your head against the stone.
“I realized I was never going to see my boyfriend again,” you said softly.
“Who is your boyfriend?”
“Bill Weasley…” you replied, sighing sadly. “He hates me now…”
He shifted again, making scuffling sounds on the wall. “What makes you think that?”<br>
“Because he wouldn’t look at me when I told him I loved him…before they dragged me in here.” You’re eyes filled with tears again, and you had to choke back a sob.
“Ah, I see,” he said. “I don’t think he hates you. I don’t think anyone could hate you. I certainly don’t think I could, and I’ve only known you for a few minutes.”<br>
You blinked. Was he flirting with you? Suddenly you started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. You were in a cell, next to the most famous criminal, and he was flirting with you. It was so horrible, it was funny.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, sounding surprised.
You just laughed. “You must be pretty desperate to flirt with a seventeen year old girl.
“Yeah, you’re right. I must be pretty desperate,” he said, laughing, too.
It sounded forced.
Suddenly you were serious again. “Hey, do you think we’ll ever get out of here?”<br>
“I know we will, Erinn. I know we will.”<br>
“Oh Merlin!”<br>
“What? What’s wrong?” Sirius said sleepily from the cell next door.
“I…I was pregnant!” you exclaimed, your voice cracking slightly on the last word.
“You were…what?!”<br>
You blinked back tears and took a deep breath before answering. “I was pregnant.”
There are also some different languages spoken in this chapter. They will be marked with *. Each time another thing is said, there will be another *. For example
Spanish*
French**
Spanish***
The translations are at the end of the chapter. [Translations come from intertran.com]
I have a feeling this chapter will be just as long, or even longer, as the previous one. If you’re allergic to long chapters (which I’d be afraid if I were you), I strongly suggest you not read my story anymore. I happen to be a BIG fan of long chapters. Probably because I read too fast for my own good. *sighs* Anyway…<br>
Disclaimer: I OWN BILL!!
Draco: No you don’t.
Me: Yes I do!!
Draco: No, you don’t.
Me: Yes I do!!!
Draco: Someone help me!
Sirius: Rach?
Me: Yes Padfoot?
Sirius: You don’t own Bill.
Me: Fred?
Sirius: No
Me: George?
Sirius: No
Me: Harry, Draco, you, Remus, James, Severus, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Neville, Ginny, Percy, Ron, Hermione, the reader????
Sirius: No, to all of it.
Me: James? Orlando?
Sirius: No, you’re borrowing them.
Me: *sniffs* Cody? Aaron?
Sirius: Yes, you own them.
Me: Yay! I own someone!!!! Heh
But I do not own Harry Potter or anything familiarized with it.
--
The corridor was dark, and smelled of things you’d rather not try to identify. You were freezing, but not because of the air temperature, but because of the two dementors’ grip on you. You shivered in disgust as you took in the bleak surroundings. It was going to be a very long lifetime in this hell-hole.
It didn’t really register in your mind until after you had been thrown roughly into a cell with no bars or windows. Wait, there was one on top of the door, but it was tiny and barely let any light into the small cell that was your new home.
Getting up from your spot on the filthy ground, where you had landed on your stomach, you crawled into a corner and pulled your legs up, wrapping your arms around them. Putting your head on your knees, you finally allowed the tears that had been threatening to fall since you had left the conference room, to slide down your cheeks in ever-steadying streams.
Soon your body was wracked with sobs as the realization dawned on you: you were never going to see Bill again. With the mere mention of him, memories flooded back to you, causing you to cry even harder.
“Psst!”<br>
Jumping about a foot, you looked around for the source of the voice. You squinted in the darkness, studying the black walls around you. It took a few minutes before you saw a small area of a lighter shade, a dark grey, and crawled over into the opposite corner.
“Who’s there?” you whispered, your voice quivering from your crying earlier. You lowered your head to look through the hole.
Suddenly another eye appeared staring at you. “Me. What’re you in for?”<br>
You sighed and pulled your head away, leaning it against the wall with the hole. “I supposedly killed an Auror, performed the Unforgivables on innocent muggles, and am in league with You-Know-Who,” you pause until your curiosity got a hold of you. “What about you?”<br>
“For murdering twelve muggles and one Peter Pettigrew,” came the stranger’s reply.
It was Sirius Black! Your cell was right next to him! You blinked several times and sighed again. It didn’t matter if your cell was next to You-Know-Who himself, you were stuck.
“You’re innocent, aren’t you Sirius?” you asked suddenly.
You could hear his sharp intake of breath as it caught in his throat. It was probably because you were the first person to ask if he was, and honestly want to know the truth. You waited, staring into the darkness across from you, having nothing better to do.
Finally he spoke. “Yes, I am,” he said quietly before sighing. “I wouldn’t betray my best friends if it would save my life. Not with Lily just having had Harry. James was so proud of his son.” You could hear his voice take on a dreamy tone, as he returned to the past in his own mind. “We would stay up late at night, after Lily had put Harry to bed and gone to be herself, and we would just talk about the future.” His tone got even softer, if that was even possible anymore. “He wanted so much to see Harry grow up and now—”
You listened as the man in the cell next to you broke off abruptly. His quiet sobs hit you in the heart, making your own eyes fill with tears. The sadness you felt wasn’t for yourself anymore; it was for the innocent man a wall away. If you remembered correctly, he was about twenty when he was caught, and you were eleven. Now you were seventeen, making him…at least 26.
“Hey Sirius?” you said softly, after listening to his sobs stop.
“Yeah…?” he asked back, his voice still quiet.
Lowering your head, you looked back through the hole, meeting his gaze. “I believe you’re innocent,” you replied, smiling sadly.
He stared at your through the hole, before letting out a loud bark of laughter. “That’s rich…a teenaged convict believes I’m innocent. What’s your name?” he asked suddenly.
“Erinn Vendo,” you said, sighing heavily.
He was quiet for a moment, and you heard him shifting into what must have been a more comfortable position. “Why were you crying?”
You felt yourself tense, but then forced yourself to relax. He told you his story, the least you could do was tell him yours. You sighed for what must have been the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes, and put your head against the stone.
“I realized I was never going to see my boyfriend again,” you said softly.
“Who is your boyfriend?”
“Bill Weasley…” you replied, sighing sadly. “He hates me now…”
He shifted again, making scuffling sounds on the wall. “What makes you think that?”<br>
“Because he wouldn’t look at me when I told him I loved him…before they dragged me in here.” You’re eyes filled with tears again, and you had to choke back a sob.
“Ah, I see,” he said. “I don’t think he hates you. I don’t think anyone could hate you. I certainly don’t think I could, and I’ve only known you for a few minutes.”<br>
You blinked. Was he flirting with you? Suddenly you started laughing at the absurdity of the situation. You were in a cell, next to the most famous criminal, and he was flirting with you. It was so horrible, it was funny.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, sounding surprised.
You just laughed. “You must be pretty desperate to flirt with a seventeen year old girl.
“Yeah, you’re right. I must be pretty desperate,” he said, laughing, too.
It sounded forced.
Suddenly you were serious again. “Hey, do you think we’ll ever get out of here?”<br>
“I know we will, Erinn. I know we will.”<br>
~
“Oh Merlin!”<br>
“What? What’s wrong?” Sirius said sleepily from the cell next door.
“I…I was pregnant!” you exclaimed, your voice cracking slightly on the last word.
“You were…what?!”<br>
You blinked back tears and took a deep breath before answering. “I was pregnant.”