A/N: Here is part two to The Only Girl in Durmstrang. Enjoy!! And please Review!

The word of Emily Karkaroff ending up in jail had spread like wildfire all over Europe. She was always mentioned in conversations about the Dark Lord.

"Did you hear about that girl who ended up in Azkaban for aiding the Dark Lord to kill a boy in Hogwarts?"

"Yes, I did, I thought it was absolutely horrible the way they kept it secret that she was branded, and letting her be around children, well, I've never heard of anything so absurd."

"I most completely agree."

These were only one of the so many versions of the reasons why Emily got thrown into Azkaban. Only one was true, Harry's story. Dumbledore had come by many times during the first year Emily was in Azkaban trying to tell the Ministry that it was a mistake, but they didn't believe him.

"An old man's tale," they would say and then laugh.

Soon Dumbledore's face began to fade from Emily's mind, as did Emily's face and name from the public's minds. Then, all hope was lost for poor old Emily when news came to her that her beloved friend had been murdered by Severus Snape, the man that had helped on capturing Barty Crouch Jr. two years earlier.

'My how people change, and how easy they put up a convincing act,' Emily thought bitterly throwing the bit of newspaper.

Emily had hoped and dreamed that some day Dumbledore would come marching through those doors again with that same twinkle in his eyes that he always had when he saw her, but she would always wake up in the same damp cell with no one around. She was alone and she knew it.

It was night once again and going to be Emily's third year in Azkaban.

'What a celebration,' she thought as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Then, a picture appeared in her mind. She hadn't had this dream since she was at Viktor's house those many years ago.

It showed her the way she was now, spirit broken, cold, dirty, and dying to get revenge. You see Azkaban had changed Emily to see the way things really were. Karkaroff never loved her neither did any of her other friends, no one and I mean no one had come to visit her.

Was it because they didn't believe they knew her anymore? Ugh, it didn't matter if they were really her friends, they would have come. Anyway, the dream then showed the chains unlocking themselves, and the door to her cell sliding open to reveal a hall way that was completely empty, she walked out and there was another door that she knew led outside. As she reached for it, that door also unlocked and showed the outside. The dream took her through the island's trees down a path that hadn't been used very often, she could tell by the way it was being enclosed by the plants, at the end of path there was a boat just floating there off the shoreline.

Emily woke up with a jolt, it was still night it seemed, the dead of night. The time when nothing seemed to stir and all things were asleep and all that could be heard was her beating heart. That was when it happened.

She felt the chains on her wrists loosen and then fall with a soft clunk on the stone floor. She looked up at the door which sprang ajar calling to her.

With some hesitation, she stepped out into the hall way which led to so many other cages. She walked towards the front where she saw the same door that she had seen in her dreams and that also sprang open. Emily felt this strange sensation over come her like someone was watching her, but she ignored and carried on.

She was walking outside when she saw the trail. She had only taken three steps when she heard yelling behind her from the guards, who had just woken up to the creaking of the doors opening. Emily took this as her cue to run. She had no idea where she was going or even if she was following the path anymore, the farther she ran the darker it got.

Right when she was about to lose all hope she could smell the sea which gave her the motivation to continue. She stepped out of the clutter of trees and found her self looking at a very convenient boat that was big enough for only one person. She saw wands lit behind her which made her suppose that the guards were still following her. She climbed into the boat and began to row her way out to sea. Emily hadn't paddled for long when a heavy sleep over came her.

EMILY'S POV

I opened my eyes, but quickly closed them once again because the sun was glaring at me from the sky…wait a minute the sun. In Azkaban we don't get any sun that's why I went from a tan to a pal ghost white. My dark brown hair didn't make me look any better either, my hair and eyes seemed to be the only things that had color.

I felt wood under me and the whole night's events came rushing back to my memory.

'Oh Merlin, I just broke out of Azkaban! What am I going to do?'

The only thing I could think about is what if the Ministry finds me, what if someone recognizes me? What will happen?

'I can't let that happen, but who would take a known criminal into their home?'

'Another well known criminal,' a voice sounded in her mind.

'Yeah, exactly who did you have in mind?'

'Someone by the name of Lucius Malfoy,' the voice hissed.

'Malfoy, but I thought he was dead.'

'Oh, no my dear, he is still very much alive.'

'Where is he hiding?'

'In his home.'

'Are you kidding? I thought the Ministry inspected that thoroughly like a hundred times already.'

'That's what the Ministry tells the public so they think that the Ministry is doing something. No, clever Lucius put a spell that protected his house with a very handy spell that will make any non-Death Eater remember something far more important than inspecting the house.'

'So kind of what they have surrounding the Qudditch stadium?'

'Yes, very good,' the voice praised into my ear..

'Hmm, that is clever, but since he is a Death Eater won't he turn me over to the Dark Lord?'

'Oh, no you can confide in Lucius.'

Before I knew it I was making my way to the Malfoy manner with my hood covering my face from any on lookers.