Innocent Doesn't Always Mean Free

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If I had known that helping that poor soul Neville Longbottom would have landed me here, I'm not sure I would have. But I'm so glad I did, for if I hadn't, I would have never met Ronald Weasley. Now that I'm sure he's dead, my heart doesn't beat, my soul doesn't exist. I feel numb, like I've been dumped in a pool of ice water. If the dementors were to Kiss me now, I wouldn't know the difference.

And yet I know I would, for every time one passes my cell, I remember that day. The day Ron left us, the day I sobbed for hours, the day I begged him to stay. I would have willing stayed in the rain that night for hours if I had thought it would make him come back. Unwillingly, I begin crying again, then remembering another day. That glorious and now saddening day. The day I realized that life wouldn't wait for me to tell him. The day I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, for I wasn't sure there was going to be. He lifted me off my feet and spun me around, and I could have cried with joy.

This memory makes me sob all the harder, for I know now that will never happen again, I will never be able to kiss his lips. I close my eyes and strain to feel the numbness again, to forget the pain. I think about the woman in the next cell who laughs every time she hears someone's crying. I feel pity for her, despite her evil, pity that she will never feel loved or cared for. Then I realize that the opportunity has now left me and I begin to sob. I decide that I won't be able to forget completely, so I try to remember. Remember everything so that I might find what has gone wrong, what happened to my first and only love.

So I'll backtrack. I don't know how long ago, for I've lost all track of time. Back to the day it all started, the day I made a discovery that would change my life.