The Writing on the Wall
Prolouge


'This is the writing on the wall, scratched on the crumbling walls with rock. Scratched, so that when I go mad, I may read... read and remember...rember who I am. My name is Mimevas Lemqi. I am the daughter of Nereida and Rabastan Lestrange. I've never known my parents, I've never even glimpsed them. But, I know that they, like me, are huddled within the walls of this prision. Somewhere...unless they died. They could have died, they could have died long ago. I wouldn't know. I've never met them. But I know, I've always known: they abandoned me. They left me, left me to be raised in muggles orphanages. Why they did, I'll never know...

When I was very young, I used to wonder. When I was placed with a new muggle family, I asked: 'Why did you give me up?' Each new muggle, to me was a mother, a father. But they never kept me. Accidents happened, accidents that I could never explain, and so I was abandoned. Always, I was abandoned. Back to the orphanage for me! Nobody cared...

Like I said, I was young then. It hurt, being rejected. I thought that they were my parents, then they threw me away. With the next family it was the same, I thought mama and papa had come back to get me. Afterall, I was special, wasn't I? Why wouldn't they want me? Then, in a week tops, I was returned. Like an item bought from a store, but the customers were all dissastisfied. The all wanted their money back. That was the way it was. It never changed. It repeated itself, over and over again. Repeated, until player and played were sick of the game.

It never changed, but I changed. I grew older, and the older I grew the more I saw. Mama and Papa didn't want me. They tossed me away like a peice of garbage. I was garbage...trash...nobody would want me. I had to rely on myself.

The accidents never ended, they grew worse. Houses caught fire, rolls of toilet paper started chasing muggles around. Sounds insane...but I'm not insane...not yet.

The ministry of course, couldn't let things continue. They intervened. I was young, I had no self-control. That didn't keep me from being dangerous. Dangerous to their minds, dangerous amidst muggles. So, I was removed. Sent to live with a family of mudbloods. Sweet mudbloods...I had to suck it up. It didn't matter wether I liked it or not.

I sound angry...I am...I was...

That was when I first learned that I was a witch, that I belonged to the wizarding world. To a world which had rejected me, a world which had left me, left me to rot with muggles. Muggles were looked down upon...I hadn't known...I'd thought I was one...the mudbloods treated me like one...infact that was the last thing I wanted.

I had hoped, to divorce myself from my past. It didn't work, everyone brought it up. Everyone knew I was a Lestrange. They thought I was lucky. Lucky, to have escaped being raised by purebloods. To have been kept away from my own. I didn't think of myself as lucky, I thought of myself as alone, alone and cursed.

How could I not be cursed?

Nobody wanted me. No one. Not even Hogwarts would take me. I never got a letter. It was too late. I missed the first two years. I had to be taught at home by the mudbloods instead.

Different. That was my curse. It is my curse. I was born different. I've never managed to stop being different since. I thought things were bad then. I thought I couldn't be more different. I was wrong...

I was arrested. Arested and put here, in azkban. Thats what comes of my thinking things were as bad as they could be. I allowed myself to behave recklessy, why not? Things couldn't get worse! So, in my eagerness to learn magic, I learned it through casting spells on muggles...muggles...and occasionally, the children of the mudbloods.

Reckless. Wrong.

Now I pay the price.

Insanity. It will come soon. At least I can remember. I'll read this and remember. I HAVE TO!'

These words, sit etched into the wall of an empty cell. Below it, lie a few more. A few, which were hastily and feverishly scrawled:

This is written in my blood. I lost the rock...but blood serves as well. The inmate in the new cell bit me, the werewolf. Thats why I bleed. And theres a full moon tonight. Tonight...

I will escape.

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