It's been a week since I've been locked up here. This morning is colder than normal, almost like there's a new felon joining.

Being a high secured villain isn't fun anymore. The dementors barely leave you alone. Not to mention I have to stare at my freaky cousin who's locked in a cell with her husband and his brother.

I swear they've done some nasty shit in there.

The worst part about being a high secured villain though is you can't have anything with you. You can't write anything down, you can't talk to anyone else, and you're cuffed.

I take that back, the worst part is that I SHOULDN'T EVEN FUCKING BE HERE.

Last night I spent my time screaming saying I'm innocent.

No one believes me, but that's weird isn't it? Have people really gone that mad? Me killing Prongs?!

He saved me and people think I ended his life.

I know people aren't as smart as me but this is mad.

Haven't people recognized that me being a death eater is mad, absurd?

All my life I've been trying to not be like my family.

I left and got disowned,

I'm gay,

I disobey,

I never cared about those feasts and those parties, I never did.

So why would I be the one thing they've always wanted me to be? Why would I be a death eater?

In the week I've been here I've been thinking some things. Mostly that Dumbledore is the reason I'm in here in the first place.

I'll never forgive that old freak.

First of all if he thought someone was the spy on the inside he could've used legilimency

Second of all he knew Peter was the new secret keeper so why didn't he defend me?

He's left me here to rot and people think he's a hero, a fucking hero.

He's a sick freak who led me to save the wizarding world, who led us!

He's the reason the twins are dead, he's the reason Mollys lost all her brothers.

He's the reason the love of my life is alone right now and probably thinking I'm a bad fucking person.

He's probably drowned himself in alcohol and fags (cigs) and has quit at life. Soon enough he'll leave his wand somewhere- oh Merlin.

The full moons...

I don't know when the next one is but I've got to get out of here for it, I don't care if he fucking hates me and wants me dead. I'm saving him.

~end of the day~

(I was listening to if we make it through December by phoebe Bridgers when I was making this part so listen to that cuz I swear the vibes are different)

The sun has gone down and now the cells are deader than in daytime.

I've gone to the coziest corner in my cell, which is really just where my chains that are tied to me are most slack and where I can't see my cousin.

I've told myself that the first week of being here is the only time I'll allow myself to cry. One thing I know for sure is that I have to stay sane, and crying would make that worse.

When I normally cry I have James with me, to hug me, to make me feel warm. He wasn't the best with comforting words, but more so with actions. When James wasn't around I had Remus.

I had neither so I sit here with tears spilling out of my eyes while I realize that even if I leave the cell and leave this prison the one person I would wanna see when I escape won't be there.

He's gone and I can't get him back, you can't bring a dead person back to life without major complications. James Fleamont Potter is dead. Lily Potter is dead. Remus John Lupin hates him. Peter Oliver Pettigrew is innocent and dead in everyone's eyes.

Harry James Potter... he's out there with his awful muggle aunt and uncle and he can't do anything about that.

In the middle of my thoughts I heard a thud. I crawled to a different part in my cell to see if any of the other high secured felons moved.

I was shocked to see something else.

A new prisoner joining.

We haven't got many high secured up here.

Most new villains are in the normal cells for crimes that I wished I was imprisoned for instead of this shit.

I couldn't make out his face. It was a man though, you could tell by his build, he was young though. That's interesting.

Mostly everyone here is over the age of 20, but this man seemed....teenager like. By the way he was walking.

What shocked me even more was that he got the cell right next to me.

Maybe I could find out who he is, the walls of the cells are thick but I could try.