Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Narrator
Meissa awoke in the hospital wing a few hours later. She was met with a blinding bright light, trying to blind her green eyes. She heard a faint conversation but chose to ignore it for now. 
Sitting up in the hospital bed, she reached over for the glass of water sitting on her bedside table. She could hardly feel her hands but she was thirsty. She gripped the glass and slid it off the table. Unfortunately her grip wasn't tight enough, it slipped right though her fingers. 
She watched as the glass fell to the ground with a loud shattering sound. The broken glass looked beautiful, the moonlight shown at the perfect angle, small rainbows surrounded the broken glass. 
The white curtains around her bed pulled open suddenly, causing her to jerk against the headboard. Three men stood at the open curtains with a frantic looking Madam Pomfrey. 
"Miss Lestrange, we have reason to believe you helped aide the escape of Sirius Black." The man in the middle stated. Messia blinked, tilting her head to the side. Her green eyes danced with confusion and curiosity. 
"This is utterly ridiculous! Miss Lestrange has just woken up, she's been out for the past five hours!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, pushing her way in past the three gentlemen. 
With a flick of her wand she vanished the broken glass. 
She started fretting over the poor girl, her skin was a sickly pale from loss of blood. She tilted the girl's head back and poured a potion inside her mouth. It quenched the girl's thirst and brought more color to her skin. She could feel her limbs again. 
"Thanks.." she rasped. 
The mediwitch gave her a smile, "No problem dear," she tucked a messy black curl behind Meissa's ear. 
"Miss Lestrange we would like to ask you a few questions," a gruff voice spoke. 
"Alright, fine. Carry on. If she shows any sign of drowsiness you are out." Madam Pomfrey scoffed, disappearing behind the curtains. 
"Drink this, it's veritaserum, we've got approval from the Minister. Drink up." He handed Meissa a small clear bottle, she took it gingerly in her hands. She popped the cork and downed the serum. It slid down her throat with ease, leaving behind a tingling feeling. She dropped the bottle into the waste bin by her bed. 
"You will answer these questions truthfully, understood?" The second man asked. She nodded. 
"Right then," the middle man cleared his throat. "How did you come into contact with Sirius Black?" 
"Met him during my visit to Azkaban prison." The words practically spilled out of her. The third man jotted them down in a notebook. 
"How do you explain these letters and photo?" The second man pulled out her letters from his pocket, throwing them down onto the bed. He took out the moving photo of her kissing Lysithea and threw it on the bed. 
"He had asked me to look after his godson, I sent him updates. The photo was because I had thought he'd be lonely locked up in his cell." 
More jotting by the second man. 
"Did you help Sirius Black escape from Azkaban?" 
"No."