Azkaban was filled with pain, tonight more so than usual. Screams of intense pain mixed with those of anger echoed through the prison walls, deafening the other prisoners.

The woman screaming was evil to the core; she had done many things in her life that made her deserve to be in this hellhole some called a prison. She had never thought she would end up in here, the dark lord had let her down. He was so powerful, she never thought he would fall. She enjoyed that time so much, she loved the feel of the power and the adrenaline racing through her veins.

Now, though, she had ended up stuck in Azkaban for the rest of her life and one of the most hated people in the wizarding world, when all she was doing was serving her lord and making the world a better place. Mudbloods and muggles had never been superior; she couldn't stand the blood traitors who spread that myth around. Purebloods were always better, and had always deserved to be in control. She had just done what was right.

To add to her problems and messed up life, her husband hated her, and their marriage had never gone past mutual respect, indeed, it had never even been consummated. This was the reason she knew for sure the father of her child. Being in the inner circle had involved a lot of alcohol, and that was the cause of her many affairs with a certain Severus Snape. Severus Snape, the father of her child.

She left out another ear splitting scream of agony, who knew childbirth could be this painful? This child should never have happened, she had not been behaving in a very pureblood manor. If only they had used the contraceptive spell every time. Shame would be brought upon the family, however, she had no idea what would happen to the child. Azkaban wasn't a good place for children, however illicit they were.

Letting out one last breath, she realized that the labour was finally over. Taking the child into her arms, she savoured the precious moment as it was likely the only memory she would have of her child. Looking her child in the eyes, she was met with deep black orbs of eyes staring back at her, a head of nearly white blonde hair, which was a stark contrast to her eyes and skin which was a pale, pale colour so much so it made her look slightly ill. The eyes were a copy of Severus's, and she had the same pale skin and blonde hair, the facial features were a mixture of both of them. Anyone who knew her or Severus would instantly see them in the baby.

Looking up, she saw one of the few human guards in the place enter her cell and snatch her baby roughly from her arms. As the cell door slammed shut and she heard the key turn in the door, a sense of grief and anger overwhelmed her, and she couldn't choke back the stream of sobs that followed.

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The wizard let out a slight shiver, this baby couldn't be natural. It lived in Bellatrix Lestrange for nine months, one of the most insane witches to ever live.

Nevertheless, the child would likely be a very powerful witch and they couldn't have another generation of death eaters. She would never know who her parents were, it would probably be a good thing really, he wouldn't want to put that name on anyone, and no matter who their parents were, babies are still innocent.

Pushing his thoughts aside, he mumbled an incantation, and the magic started to work. Her deep black eyes turned to a hazel colour, the blonde hair darkening drastically and gaining volume and her skin turned to a golden colour.

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Two days later, a muggle family called the Grangers received the little girl they had been trying to conceive for so long. No one would ever expect the offspring of Bellatrix Lestrange to be living with muggles.

It was a perfectly ordinary neighbourhood, where nothing ever happened. Yes, no one will ever suspect anything…