take your ten galleons james
Tears ran down my face. Blood on my hands on the ground everywhere and the ministry. I was still laughing like a crazy psychopath. It was just too ironic. I laughed sarcastically the whole time. James dead. Lily dead. Harry alive but I'm not allowed to raise him. Peter betrayed us. And fucking blew up the whole street. And the worst part. Everyone thinks it was me.
The Aurors chained my hands and I was laughing. They grapped my arms and apparated with me and I was giggling. But I was silent when we entered the ministry. "Take your 10 gallons", I mumbled under my breath. "What?", said one of the Auros who escorted me. "Oh I just had a bet with my best friend that one day I'll end up in Askaban. And well pretty funny he's dead now." I answered. "I would feel sorry, if I wouldn't know why we're bringing you to the ministry.", said the other Auror. I scoffed.
"You'll be staying in here for -hum it's not going to take that long- some hours, mabye a day.", one of the Auros said while leading me into a very small room. I just nodded. He closed the door and left me alone. I stared at my hands. "yeah take your ten gallons James. Take your fucking ten gallons!", I kicked the wall, sunk down on my knees and started crying.
My hands flipped through my sweaty hair and over my face. I couldn't stop crying. His face staring at the ceiling liveless and with a shocked expression. His glasses broken. Laying on the staircase. How will I ever forget about this picture. I can't believe he's dead he can not leave me like that...please...' I NEED YOU JAMES', the voice inside my head screamed loud silencing all the other sounds and I started crying and sobbing even more.
Tears in my eyes, in my hands, on the floor. I couldn't see anymore I couldn't think anymore. He can't be gone I can't live without him. Without any of them- oh ohhh no Remus. M-My Moony he's going to hate me. He's going to fucking hate me. Hates me to death! A-And Mary too and- even- Harry whan he is grown up..and-
"You can get out. They decided to bring you straight to askaban." I flinched. "W-What?" "I think you heard me. Stand up. Common hurry up." "I'm supposed to get a trial." "Well they decided that you won't need one. Now stand up and walk, Black." He spit out my last name like a slur like something disgusting like a cockroach or a worm. Merlin it's not like I like my last name.
I crawled back on my feet and tried to hold balance. The Auror grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. Confusion. Why don't I get a trial? I- I'm innocent- well yeah I'm responsible for their death. I talked to Dumbledore about the idea of me being secret keeper and didn't just do it. Because of me Peter became the secret keeper. I guess he has just waited for the moment where they finally could show their real side. I hate them. Even more then myself.
Why did I trust them. Why!? This little rat. And everyone thinks they're dead now- because of me..like this other people in the street. I didn't kill them. It was Peter. It was fucking Peter. Not me. "You have the wrong person, man. I'm innocent. Peter cut off his finger to let everyone know that they-" "Yeah you can stop crying. You're going to askaban. That's their decision. You can't change it." "Everyone gets a trial."
This can't be actually happening. My heart beat became faster and my mouth got dry. Shit Shit Shit. "I'm sorry but you don't. They say it's so obvious because of the hundreds of witnesses. I'm just taking the orders from above." He led me into a changing room. "Here take this and put it on." He gave me some grey shitty clothes and vanished the chains on my hands. Then he left and closed the door.