The place was filthy, its stone walls covered in grime that was even older than her and the floor was was cold and damp, making it very uncomfortable to sit on.

Pale and spider-like hands brushed away the few strands of brown straggly hair that had once had a life of its own, but now lay flat against her head, like she'd once wished it would, but that was a long time ago. A time when everything was okay and she wasn't locked inside a cell at Azkaban, waiting for the day he decided to give her to the Dementors.

It felt like an eternity ago when he killed Harry Potter, the once who was chosen to defeat him, but had failed, not that she could blame him. He was only a boy, at the mere age of seventeen and he was supposed to kill the most powerful dark wizard that had ever existed.

And after that everything had started to go downhill. Every week someone they knew was either captured, to never be seen again or killed. After a few months not many were left, and they were easily captured and thrown to Azkaban, like her, or killed or being kept by the Death Eaters like sex toys.

A lone tear slid down her cheek and hit the floor and her fingers touched her cheek gingerly, and couldn't help but marvel over how gaunt it felt under her touch.

She turned her head slightly so that she could see her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall. She really didn't have an idea why they'd keep mirrors in a place like this, but she couldn't really care for the answer anyway.

It wasn't a pretty sight that greeted her as she stared at herself, her dull brown eyes taking in the thin face with big, dark circles under her eyes and the way the ugly rag she was wearing hung loosely around her body, almost falling of her.

Her bones were jutting out awkwardly under her skin and a bitter laugh escaped her lips. She'd always wished that she was skinnier, like Parvati Patil or Ginny Weasley.

Her fingers absently brushed its way through her hair and was disgusted to see a big chunk of hair dangle between her fingers.

She'd always wished for thinner hair.

She leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes. Look at where those wishes got me.