A/N: This is my first story so constructive criticisms are welcome. I know this chapter is really short. But…it's the prologue and I just want to see if it's a good idea or not to continue or whatever. So…it would be really helpful for me if you review and tell me what you think.
The night was overcast. No bright stars or dazzlingly moon to brighten up the sky. Vultures soared around and around the dull, gray building waiting for the Dementors to bring out the people who have finally died in that dreary place. Only the sounds of the various moaning and groaning of the people trapped inside were heard.
Then, the thin, wailing sound of an infant suddenly started in the place where no infant should be. Azkaban, a horrible place used to put prisoners. The sound abruptly stopped. The prisoners were sure they must've imagined it. No one in their right mind would bring an infant to Azkaban.
Bellatrix Black was also a prisoner in Azkaban. She was sweaty and exhausted, after having given birth to her baby girl. After 8 months in Azkaban, she was not insane as everyone believed her to be. She was kept sane because she didn't really regret all the things she did. After all, they were only filthy muggles and mudbloods. And now, she had a daughter, one to follow into her footsteps, after her beloved master got her out of Azkaban.
"Until later, my dear Atria. May you grow up to be as powerful and lovely as your name," whispered Bellatrix to her beloved baby, before the Dementors silently took her baby away.
After that, Bellatrix laid her head against the wall and thought about her how she would find her darling daughter after her adored Master broke her out of this horrid place.
