Post by Samantha Driscoll on Aug 26, 2005 16:13:08 GMT
It was like being in a dream. Only in her worst dreams she had never seen this happening to her, never imagined that this could be the end. All her dreams, all her hopes for the future, everything… it was all gone in a moment. In a moment she had destroyed her life and her parents', and all she was left with now was a numb feeling of denial, a feeling that this could not possibly happening to her, she, Samantha Driscoll, Slytherin Queen and the heir of the Driscoll fortune. The trial was over and she had confessed to everything, for after all there was nothing she could hide. She cast the curse in the middle of more than twenty people, including a professor. Everyone knew what she had done, and the Ministry also had conducted a thorough search of their mansion and Samantha's belongings and so the talented workers had uncovered the guilty secret she and her family had hid so well: Samantha had been taught, extensively and thoroughly, many curses and jinxes and magic that was Dark and should never be practised by a witch or wizard who wished to remain within the limits of the law. Her father had been convicted of practising the magic himself and having been her teacher and had also been sentenced to Azkaban – for life. Samantha had received a sentence of three years and the Ministry was going to keep tabs on her to make sure she remained sane within the walls of Azkaban. Samantha had turned seventeen and so she was tried as an adult – the circumstances surrounding her crime had been the reason she didn’t receive a lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban. Her mother, on receiving the news that both her husband and daughter were in prison, had not been able to survive the shock and had taken her own life.
Samantha shivered involuntarily; the looks of pity and disgust in the eyes of the Ministry workers were highly disconcerting. One of them was looking at her like she was less than filth and being with her in the same boat was something he was forced to do, something that was disgusting but inevitable. The other one was looking at her with a helpless look in his eyes, again like this was something he was forced to do, but the pity in his eyes had a stronger effect on her more than the disgust in the eyes of his colleague. It was as if he was sending her to a fate he would not wish for his worst enemy - that made her feel scared more than ever of what was in wait for her when they finally arrived. The journey was long but Samantha wished they would never arrive. Actually she wasn't sure how she felt, whether it was scarier to be here with her fear mounting and her nerves wracked wondering and wondering or to finally get there and face her fate however terrible it was. She rocked to and fro with her eyes closed – she could look no more at the two workers.
Strong arms lifter her up and she felt herself go numb. In a second all the self-pity had vanished and was replaced by a cold fear that made her breath catch in her chest. The time had come. She tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Her eyes darted from one worker to another pleadingly as they bound her wrists and then dragged her up and out of the room, then forced her to hold the Portkey with them. In a few minutes she could hear the sound of waves washing over the shore and she was standing on an island and all she could was the sea, like an infinite sheet of electric blue surrounding her from all sides. They turned her roughly as her body seemed to have become paralysed with fear.
She looked once at the giant fortress and a fear like she had never felt, even after all she had been through seized her; she felt like a cold hand had crept around her heart and the cold had seeped through all her chest in an instant. In the middle of the darkness the terrified girl opened her mouth and let out a scream; a high-pitched, keening, ear-splitting note as she was dragged across the sand. It was the last sound she was to make for several months except for a few mutterings to herself in her cell.
Samantha shivered involuntarily; the looks of pity and disgust in the eyes of the Ministry workers were highly disconcerting. One of them was looking at her like she was less than filth and being with her in the same boat was something he was forced to do, something that was disgusting but inevitable. The other one was looking at her with a helpless look in his eyes, again like this was something he was forced to do, but the pity in his eyes had a stronger effect on her more than the disgust in the eyes of his colleague. It was as if he was sending her to a fate he would not wish for his worst enemy - that made her feel scared more than ever of what was in wait for her when they finally arrived. The journey was long but Samantha wished they would never arrive. Actually she wasn't sure how she felt, whether it was scarier to be here with her fear mounting and her nerves wracked wondering and wondering or to finally get there and face her fate however terrible it was. She rocked to and fro with her eyes closed – she could look no more at the two workers.
Strong arms lifter her up and she felt herself go numb. In a second all the self-pity had vanished and was replaced by a cold fear that made her breath catch in her chest. The time had come. She tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Her eyes darted from one worker to another pleadingly as they bound her wrists and then dragged her up and out of the room, then forced her to hold the Portkey with them. In a few minutes she could hear the sound of waves washing over the shore and she was standing on an island and all she could was the sea, like an infinite sheet of electric blue surrounding her from all sides. They turned her roughly as her body seemed to have become paralysed with fear.
She looked once at the giant fortress and a fear like she had never felt, even after all she had been through seized her; she felt like a cold hand had crept around her heart and the cold had seeped through all her chest in an instant. In the middle of the darkness the terrified girl opened her mouth and let out a scream; a high-pitched, keening, ear-splitting note as she was dragged across the sand. It was the last sound she was to make for several months except for a few mutterings to herself in her cell.