Narcissa Malfoy was a powerful witch, with long blonde and black hair slightly resembling a skunk, having pale skin with piercing blue eyes. She had taken to pacing the floors in the parlor of her brick and steel mansion while cradling her year old son Draco. After hearing the news of the Dark Lords fall from power her husband Luscious had disapparated to god only knows where.

Of course, Narcissa wasn't a fool. She knew what the demise of her Lord meant. The Aurors would be coming soon, looking to take everyone who supported his actions, the death eaters, in to Azkaban. Except for her.

Oh yes, Narcissa was a death eater, but she had never killed, always skillfully avoided the dirty. Her husband had always done that kind of work for her and she knew of only one way to make sure she would not be charged as his accomplice. The time for her to execute her decision was near and before she could form another thought an audible POP made her jump and turn around, and who was standing before her but the very witch she was most delighted but also must dreading to see. Her sister Bellatrix, with a look of panic on her beautiful but deadly face. Bellatrix had always been the pretty one in the family. The one with the grand future, but her liking of the Dark Arts ruined her. That's when her obsession began.

"Cissy! We must go now!" she said in her scratchy whisper of a voice. "The Aurors are tracking us all down. We cannot stay here!"

With a deep breath Narcissa had made her decision, a look of regret but determination in her eyes.

"We? Dear Bella you have got it all wrong. I can't go with you", replied Narcissa.

Bellatrix's look of panic soon formed to one of utmost confusion.

"You want to get caught? Have you yet to notice your husband has already left you?", She snarled

Narcissa's normally bright blue eyes looked up sadly and grayly at her sister.

"I'm sorry Bella dear, but I have to do what's best for my son. I have no other choice."

Bellatrix suddenly grew somber a look of suspicion in her heart shaped face. Her dark brown eyes peering up at Narcissa through her curly but currently tamed black hair.

"You wouldn't dare, to your own sister? Your flesh and blood!"

Just then loud POPs occurred outside of the house. The pair knew it was time for last thoughts to be said. Loud voices began outside with commanding words. "Surround the house!"

Bellatrix's panic returned and underneath that a look of pure hatred towards her sister. The summoned Aurors burst into the house wands pointed.

"Don't move! Don't move a muscle!" With over 20 wands pointed towards her Bellatrix knew she was captured. A smirk came onto her face.

"Oh Cissy, you have no idea the fate you have just made for yourself and your," spitting the word, "prodigy of a boy."

"Stop talking!" came a loud booming voice. "You have no right for that!" The ministry of magic had arrived and with him Bellatrix's fate was sealed. Aurors of all shapes, sizes, and colors came around her grabbing her arms and holding her down so she could no longer thrash. Few faces in the crowd were familiar to Bellatrix. Mad eye Moody, Lupin, her stupid traitor of a niece Tonks. A blur of movement and finally nothing but sound as a mesh bag was placed over her head and magically bounded ropes around her wrists. After being escorted out the only person left in the house was the Minister of Magic.

"Thank you for your cooperation Mrs. Malfoy. You have no idea what the capture of Miss Bellatrix Lestrange will do for our world. You have my promise of your immunity for the previous acts committed in this war."

"Yes." Replied Narcissa. Her mind obviously elsewhere. "Lets hope you keep your promises."

The Minister of Magic left the large mansion leaving a quiet calm once more. Narcissa looked down towards her cooing son wondering what to do next.

"There there darling, all is well now. All is well."

…

1 Month Later; Location: Ministry of magic, Court Room 3.

After Bellatrix Lestrange had been escorted and shackled to the old wood chair in the middle of the bland and large courtroom she told herself she would walk with pride for her actions and take what they gave her with nothing but honor. However, after 3 hours she was getting extremely bored and her façade was fading fast. She had been the Dark Lord's main servant, his most loyal death eater for at minimum 10 years and in that time had brutally killed at least 100 people, probably more. She knew her sentence would be death or worse, life in Azkaban. She had been sitting in a god awful steel cage for a month and now for the life of her couldn't understand what was taking them so damn long to figure out how to kill her. She has accepted death a long time ago, accepted she would be dying for the person who saved her, and she was ready.

Finally the jury filed in through the back doors and went to their seats followed by the Minister of Magic himself, a short, stubby, fat man who she had only seen twice. Not that Bellatrix could give a shit about who the Minister of Magic was. Back when He was on top she had even killed one. The Minister cleared his throat.

"Bellatrix Lestrange", he began in a thick voice, "thanks to the witnesses that were available tonight and the mound of evidence in your name you are here by found guilty of all charges."

No really? I never would have guessed. Bellatrix gave a small smirk.

"Think this is funny do you? You are sentenced to life in Azkaban. Do to your mountainous amount of murder charges, once on deathbed you will be killed by Dementer's Kiss. Court room excused." BAM. The slam of his wooden hammer echoed through her ears.

No. Bellatrix did not find this funny. In fact her sentence was worse than she had feared. She was more than doomed. She was ultimately fucked. Her guards came to unlock her chains from her chair, and for one brief moment she felt a true pang of regret. But that soon left as quickly as it came, as it always does. They disapparated with her and before she knew it they were at the doors of Azkaban. It was cold, the wind blowing her once calm black hair around her numb face. Completely made of stone, the stench of death and madness in the air. Barred windows on the outside of every cell with knowing and crazed faces behind them.

With dark, cloaked, and evil dementors surrounding her the two guards holding her down looked towards her expecting to find fear. Bellatrix refused to give them that kind of pleasure instead putting her nose in the air and walking in as if she were entering a castle of sorts. A big stone castle, knowing she would never come out. What was that old muggle fairy tale? That girl with really long hair that used it to escape her tower? Maybe she would grow her hair out. Ha. Like they would let that happen.

The guards paused by a plain looking man with glasses much to large for his face, hiding behind a grey stone desk.

"We got another one for you Hardy." Said the balding guard to her left.

"Jesus, I was wondering when we would see you around here" the man named Hardy replied with a voice much to squicky for Bellatrix to stand listening to. She felt an urge to strangle him; Hardy to the guards, "The only cell left in the for life hall is L3. It's the one with the small whole in the wall connecting to her cell neighbor. Hope you don't mind some company miss."

Bellatrix glared.

"I'll take that as a no. Here are the keys." The same sturdy balding guard on her left took the keys and led them down the hallway. The place itself was bigger than she had once believed. Down the hall to the left, through the door in the right, down another hall, up some stairs. Ect ect. It seemed never ending to her but eventually they stopped at a rusted cell gate, shoving her inside they locked the door and walked away. Bellatrix looked around. "Jesus Christ" she said to herself. Talking to myself? Must be crazy already. She refused to show any emotion but pride while entering the building but now that she was alone she took the time to take in her surroundings. A slab of stone on the ground with a single blanket for a bed. Hand and feet shackles and both ends, and a little whole in the ground for what? The bathroom?

They expected her to sleep on stone! And locked up? Ridiculous! She was a pureblood! One of the sacred blacks! She was her Lords most loyal servant, and she apparently decided she deserved better than a shackled hole in the wall in need of a major dusting job.

"Well, well, well." Said a much to familiar voice coming from a small crack in the wall. Bellatrix filled with absolute disgust, she turned slowly towards the voice.

"I was wondering when you would get locked up in here."

Bellatrix took a deep breath to try and calm herself but the anger was pounding through her scull, making her see red. It was too much for one day. But she would not let him see her break down. She would never let anyone see her breakdown like that again. With shaky breath she pulled all of the energy in her she had left for the day. This place has rumors of turning people crazy. But she refused to be classified as a nut job already.

"Sirius Black, blood traitor."