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RHIANNON'S CELL - sorry if it gets dull at points, it can get tedious thinking of new things to say when she's in a jail cell. PM ME WITH IDEAS?

Rhiannon was dragged by the cells and kept her eyes half open. They were still wet from all the crying she'd done over the necklace. They were probably going to throw it out...another tear leaked from her eyes and she wiped it off on her shoulder. Then, a familiar voice rang out to her.
"RHI? IS THAT YOU?"
"Dad?..."
She turned around to see her father at the edge of his cage, smiling toothily at her.
"Aww, they got you? Don't worry, I hear young ones get out early. It'll only be a month or less fer ya."
"Dad? You look so dirty." She laughed weakly. "I cracked in Hogwarts dad." She said, louder now as she was dragged across by rotting hands.
"But I'll see you again in a month, and then again in hell!" She grinned that evil grin of hers, and he matched it with his toothy grin. Even in Azkaban they both seemed beyond normal evil. She was tossed into her cell and looked around. Dementors gaurding it, it was on an island. Yep, there was no escaping this place. She coughed a few times at the disgusting rotting spell until she passed out, whimpering and feeling defeated.

Rhiannon’s cell was dingy, cold and small. She woke up moaning and accidently banged her head on the wall after trying to stand up too fast and tripping. Chills were tearing at her very heart, her lungs. She couldn’t draw breath. She turned around and saw a dementor gliding towards her with her breakfast. It was such an odd picture. She scuttled back to the corner of her cell and it dropped the tray infront of her. She didn’t look down as the bowl of food hit the floor, she just stared into its unseeing face. Why wasn’t it moving already? It just stood there, motionless. Perhaps curious at the new prisoner? She heard her own screams ringing in her ears from when her necklace was torn off and heard the ringing sound of pearls scattering the floor,rolling across it. Her eyes widened in her pale face and she screamed loudenough to wake the whole prison;

“DAD! IT’S GOING TO KILL ME! DAD! DAD!”

The dementor moved aside. Just before she heard the cage door swing shut, she heard a raspy voice shout back in the distance;
“No one’s really alive in here, Rhiannon.”

She shuddered and picked up her bowl of food. In the darkness, she couldn’t even tell what it was, but she suspected it might be rice. But it didn’t really have the flavor of anything.

“But…I’m alive right? Can I really call this living?” She whispered to the walls. They had no reply, no comforting words. She’d drank unicorn blood, of course she was alive. She’d always be alive. She wasn’t going to die in here…she couldn’t. As long as there was a chance to stay alive, she would be. Her heart wouldn’t stop beating unless her head was cut off or something. She sighed and directed her thoughts somewhere else. How long hads he been in here? How long was she unconscious? She thought it was about a day. but how did she know, what if she had been knocked out for longer? She couldn’t really tell the day from the night. It was always cold, it was always dark. She’d always preffered rooms that way, but right now all she wanted was a shimmer of sunlight across her prison, just so she could see what she was eating. It didn’t really matter though, she’d have to eat it either way, right? So she shoveled the rice-like food down and lay back in the cell. All she could think of was that necklace breaking, hearing her family died, the fights she’d had with Austin, remembering her dad getting taken away. She was breaking out in a cold sweat, she felt like she was about to vomit. But she was alive. And that was all she wanted, right? Who cared about having a sappy perfect life…

Rhiannon woke up to an unfamiliar silence. She was already used to hearing cries of agony in the roughly three days time. But was diferent, was something happening? She opened her eyes and blinked several times as light hit her eyes. A ministry official with a large patronus cantering around behind him was being led deep into the prison by a cloaked dementor. Once the dementor passed, she scrambled to the bars to watch the official past by. She tried to stretch past the bars, to feel the patronus's light, but she couldn't, it was too far away. She couldn't even see what animal it was. She did, however, see what cell he was going into. It was a few cells down from her own. Wasn't that...her dad's cell? A few moments later a horrific scream that could only be her father's rang throughout the prison and she got her answer. Her father could only hear her when she screamed, so she automatically began to yell for him.
"DAD?" She shouted. No response. "DAD?" She shouted, a bit louder.
"D-DAD?" Her voice cracked a bit. "DAD! ANSWER ME! DAD?" Still nothing. She didn't know what to think and she crouched down against the bars, trying to listen for any sound that might indicate her father was okay. But as his cell was opened and the Offical came into view again, she took a huge shuddering gasp.

The ministry official was walking past, but now he was supporting her father. For a moment, happiness flared inside her, thinking he was about to be released, but something didn't look right. He was vacant looking, empty-faced and...well, he looked already dead. But he couldn't be...she could see his chest rising and falling by the light of the patronus, so why was he so...?

"DAD? WHAT'S WRONG? DAD?" She yelled. The Ministry official turned around and gaped when he saw Rhiannon.
"W-what is a...a y-young g-g-girl doing in Azkaban-n?" He stammered.
"None of your buisness, nosy git! What happened to my father? What's wrong with him?" She demanded, pointg at her dad's hollow, dead eyes. He hadn't even blinked since she saw him get taken out.
The ministry official raised his eyebrows. "This is your father? Well, he has just suffered the dementor's kiss. Myself and the ministry have been debating whether or not to administer it for a few months now, since his arrival, actually. We reached the verdict that since he can't die due to the unicorn blood he has drank, it would be more prudent to dispose of him rather than keep his cell occupised for the ages that may pass until he expires of old age."

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She thought she heard someone above her saying spells. Ennervate? Each time it was said there was a bright flash of light. She stirred and managed to sit up with an enormous effort. The putrid smell wasn't as strong now, so the dementor and vomit weren't here anymore. The first thing she saw as she opened her eyes was her father's limp form sprawled across the floor, the Minsitry official gently picking him up. She reached out slowly through the bars and the man recoiled slightly. He pulled out his wand just incase, but attacking him wasn't Rhi's aim this time. It was pointless to attack him, she just wanted to say goodbye at the very least.
She gripped her father's cold hand through the bars with her own, looking at his vacant eyes. He was alive, she could feel his pulse, but he wasn't her father anymore. Just a lifeless pile of skin and bones in the shape of the man she used to idolize and would follow to the ends of the earth. He taught her everything.
"You've killed him." She whispered tearfully.
"His soul was taken, not his life." The ministry official said very matter-of-factly.
"Can you really call this living?" She hissed quietly, venemously.
The man scoffed and dragged her father away, the unicorn patronus following him. She watched them leave until they were swallowed by the solid darkness of the prison, leaving her alone, shaking and drenched in cold sweat.

Rhiannon was getting sick of moping in her prison. She had been for a while...it must've been years she'd been in here. She felt so cold, so empty, so drained. She wasn't eating much, she didn't have the energy to stomach what they were feeding her. Her father's death weighed heavy on her heart and she found her eyes wet when she didn't want them to be.

Not to mentione the nightmares. She kept dreaming about her father actually getting the dementor's kiss, her mother screaming, Austin trying to reach her through the bars but her hand just slipping away, he tries to hold onto her by grabbing her pearl necklace which breaks and she falls down into an empty blackness...down...into nothingness...and then she wakes up in a cold sweat. She couldn't take it any longer. She feared she was going to die, even with the unicorn blood. It could keep her on the edge of life, but what if she just tipped over? How long could she last? She screamed as loud as any of the other prisoners when she woke up from her sleep, and her voice was nearly gone completely. She ignored the food the dementors brought her almost completely, eating enough to keep a very tiny mouse alive. She wasn't going to go crazy in her cell, but she was going to go mad. Mad as in screaming non-stop until someone heard her...until someone dragged her out of here and into the sunlight...

Rhiannon had pounded her fists on the walls late into the night, and now she woke feeling more drained than she had ever before. She weakley scooped a few handfuls of food into her mouth before she sank down on the floor. She just lay there, lifeless. Spread-eagled on the prison floor, nightgown fringing, the seams loose and the fabric looking quite tattered. When the dementor swooped away she shuderred and rolled over on her side. Her mouth gaping a bit, lolling on the floor, she'd lost her strength completely. It'd been stolen by the heartless people that sent her here. Her spirit was still a wild fire, but it just didn't show in this dark cell. It might still be alive, but it didn't give her any light in this darkness and chill. It kept her sane and breathing, but nothing more. Well...did wheezing and rasping and choking on air count as breathing? She managed to breath in and out every few seconds, that was the point. That was all that mattered. That her heart didn't stop beating it's relentless drum pounding beat.

She saw some ministry people out of the corner of her eyes pick up a few men that had died in here. She said nothing, she did nothing, it was all seen from a fog that was blurring her eyes.
After a full day's silence, she fell asleep to the prisoner's screams. When she slept, she too, added her own screeches to the mix.

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Rhiannon woke up to find shackles around her wrists and ankles, and a large manacle (A huge handcuff) around her neck, right on her throat. There was a fire in her cell...A FIRE? She struggled in the bonds but couldn't move. She was about to cry out, had barely opened her mouth when someon clapped a hand across her face and said, "Shh, it's okay."
She looked up, eyes wide in terror and saw a plump, brown haired and beady-eyes ministry woman. The woman was holding the small fire in her hand, in the other, a wand. There weren't any dementors around, but there was no patronus. Rhiannon wasn't allowed to feel it's light and warmth. Rhiannon bit her hand and shouted,
"What are YOU doing here, don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

The woman shook her head and said, is if pitying Rhiannon, "Dear, you..."
"DON'T call me DEAR!" Rhiannon shrieked and screamed, angry beyond belief.
The woman frowned and shook her head again. "Rhiannon is your name, right?"
Rhiannon just nodded curtly, her shackles clanging loudly on the wall.
"I'm here to bring you food. You haven't been eating, in DAYS, really, and-"
"I won't die." Rhiannon interrupted, and she grinned wickedly.
"Even if you've had unicorn blood it keeps you alive on the edge of death, and Rhiannon, you are falling over that edge." The woman said sternly before Rhiannon could talk over her. "You are here for punishment, not death."
"I'll eat when I want and not when you filthly Mudbloods at the Ministry tell me." Rhiannon said calmly. She had felt faint from not eating, but she didn't care. No one told her what to do, ever.
The woman, again, shook her head, pitying Rhiannon and conjured a tay of the rice-like food. "Eat."
"No."
The woman took s poonful of the rice and shoved it down Rhiannon's throat. Rhi gagged, choked, spluttered and spit it out into the woman's eye. "I said no."
"You need to eat, we don't want to see a young girl die in here."
"WHY? Because it would ruin the lovely prison this reputation has if it's discovered that a young Hogwarts student dies in it's walls when she was kept here for punishment?"
The woman was stricken. Rhiannon was right, but she was still flustered. "Fine then. Waste away in here. But know that I gave the choice to live and it was you who didn't take it."
"I took it years ago when I drank unicorn blood." Rhiannon snarled.
The woman left the cell with her food, fire and wand, thinking Rhi was a hopeless cause. Rhiannon threw up the water and morsels in her belly when the dementor's chill and the sickening memories returned in full measure. She ate a little bit more so the Ministry would leave her alone and so she'd live. If she was really as skinny as the woman made it sound, she might die. Might. She'd keep herself alive, as much as she could, as sane as she could, but she would never stoop so low to accept an offer from the ministry that dumped her here.

Rhiannon slept for almost a full day. She was so weak with hunger. Her eyelids fluttered open Thursday morning and she just looked around. Her thin prison night-gown garment, basically a shaggy piece of cloth, must've been far too many sizes too big. Her eyes were sunken and her hair were like two dark curtains covering her face. Dark memories rose to her mind as soon as she woke up, but they had spiraled around in her brain as she slept, so it made no difference. She glanced up as she felt the sadness creeping in on her. The dementor was here with breakfast. It dropped it on the floor as it always did, and the food landed by her feet. It didn't leave for a minute, it sort of glided towards her. If she could see it's mouth, she was sure it would be smiling. She was almost finished. She leaned her head up against the wall.

It wouldn't end it. The dementor had hovered there for a while, but it couldn't kiss her. She smiled grimly.
"Scared to give a little kiss to Rhiannon?" She whispered hoarsely. "Wouldn't be the first one."
She remembered Lucas. Maybe she shouldn't have kissed him...honestly she was just mortified of the word 'kiss' in here. She'd get over it when she got out, but in here, it meant hell. In here, it meant that emptiness that had taken her father.