Setting: Interrogation room, Ministry head quarters
The past few days had been a blur. Auror Shaklebolt had me petrified and then arrested. I met lots of aurors then, faces I've seen in the pages of the Daily Prophet. I always wanted to see inside the Ministry building, but I never imagined I'd do it under arrest. Everyone was sternly polite, following strict protocol, but I saw how they avoided looking at me. Worst of all was Moody who growled a lot.
They had a healer look at my wounds, and then that same night I was escorted straight to Azkaban. I've never been more afraid in my life.
It was always dark in Azkaban, even in the morning. There was nothing to do in the small cell but stare at the cell directly in front of me. Inside it was an old man who dribbled and muttered to himself. I don't think he can hear me. All around me, I could hear people moving about, murmuring, and then oddly shrill laughter that made my skin crawl. There were screams at night, but I didn't know where they were coming from. After a few days in this place, I started wondering if the screams were all in my head.
The dementors were terrible. You knew they were close when it feels like suddenly plunging into a vat of ice water. I'd shut my eyes and cower in the corner until they were gone. All I could think of was my mum and sister. Sometimes I'd think of Mrs Lestrange and the others. They won't leave me, will they? Do they even know what happened? Someone has to get me out of here.
Every now and then, my Dark Mark seared in pain and there was nothing I could do.
So when Ministry people came to take me from my cell, I went with them. They said aurors want to talk to me. I didn't care. It was better than being stuck back in there.