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Chapter 1 – Arrivals and Revelations

They drug her into Azkaban, kicking, spitting and screaming. It took six of them to subdue what appeared to be a rather small woman. Her fine robes were dirty and torn and her hair was tangled. She snarled and lashed out at every opportunity. Her eyes were aflame with rage and indignation.

"Get your stinking hands off of me, mudbloods and blood traitors! Let me GO! How dare you treat me like this. Don't you have any idea WHO I AM?"

One of the guards, panting slightly with the effort of avoiding her violence, said, "Why, yes, Lady Malfoy, we know exactly who you are. You've been kind of hard to ignore these past few years, now haven't you? What with all the attacks on the Order and Muggles. You've certainly done your married name proud, that's for sure. "

The guards finally wrestled her to a cell and threw her inside. She landed hard on her knees and the guards laughed a little when she groaned from the pain.

"Doesn't feel very good now does it, milady?", the guard sneered. "But I guess a few scrapes is nothing compared to hell you've put those innocent Muggles through. And you coming from the family you did. If you were mine, well, I don't know that I'd be as forgiving as.."

"Thomas, that's enough. No matter what the accused may or may not have done, we will not stoop to the level of the Death Eaters. " The voice was soft and low, but the tone was hard. Yet, it was tinged with an unknowable sadness.

"Yessir, Mr. Potter. Awful sorry, sir. It's just…it's just…what she's done, sir. Who she was, sir. To betray everything she was taught and to go and marry a Malfoy and in the end, turn out worse than he ever thought about being, sir. It breaks your heart, sir, it just breaks your heart."

"I know, Thomas, trust me, I know. " Harry Potter sighed and turned to look inside the cell. "Yes", he thought, "it does break your heart. And if I dwell on it too long, it may just break my sanity." He shook his head and turned back to the guards standing there. "I want two of you on this door at all times, no exceptions. For now, I want her fed and given some water to clean herself up and a change of clothes. "

The guards nodded and two of them stationed themselves on either side of the door while a third went to gather food, clean robes and a basin of water. The other three went off towards the front gate talking amongst themselves. "It just ain't right, you know. Her doing what she done. And with her background…" "Shhhh, he'll hear you and he won't like it one bit."

Harry looked into the cell again. "Lady Malfoy, someone will be bringing you a change of clothes, some food and some water to clean yourself up. I have to notify Headquarters of your arrival and when you've eaten and had a chance to refresh yourself, we'll begin with your questioning."

"Trust you to make it sound like a bloody social call, Potter. Don't think for one minute you'll get information out of me. Or do you want to reminisce about old times? Do you want to relive your past glories at good old Hogwarts in order to soothe your conscience? Do you think that going over those old tired memories will somehow erase the failures of the past decade? Will it make you sleep better at night, Harry Potter? Would that stop the nightmares?"

He gritted his teeth to stop the angry retort on his lips. She was baiting him, he knew it, but her spiteful words hit home.

"What's the matter, dearest Harry? Did I strike a nerve?", she sneered in a syrupy voice. "Did I hurt your wee ickle feelings? Is the Boy Who Lived going to break down and cry?"

She came forward and gripped the bars of the window set into the door. The sleeves of her tattered robe fell back, revealing that terrible sign of her betrayal on her left arm. Harry visibly flinched.

She looked down at her Dark Mark and grinned, wolfishly. "Does this offend you? Does it make you queasy?"

"It's obscene, disgusting.", he ground out, anger and pain evident in his strained voice. "How could you? How could betray your family like that and join with Volde…" He was interrupted by the arrival of the guard with water, food and a clean robe for the prisoner. He straightened up and composed himself rapidly. "Please go and sit on the bed, Lady Malfoy."

She complied with another sneer and seated herself on the bed, somehow making it seem like a fine chair in one of the many drawing rooms in Malfoy Manor. Harry quickly erected a barrier around her and unlocked the door. The guard went in, and placed the items on the rough table in the cell. The table, one chair and the small bed were all the furnishing allowed a person unlucky enough to find themselves in Azkaban. The guard quickly exited the cell and Harry relocked the door. Then he lifted the barrier around the prisoner.

"I hope everything meets your standards, Lady Malfoy.", Harry said in a flat voice.

"I doubt it will. I'm sure it's difficult for your staff to comprehend the meaning of haute cuisine, if you catch my meaning.", she replied with just a touch of sarcasm. "But we all must suffer for our art, no?"

"Art? You call your murderous spree ART?", Harry bellowed, finally pushed beyond the breaking point. "What kind of sick and twisted bitch are you?"

"Why, Harry darling, I'm exactly what you and my blood traitor family made me."

"Don't you dare blame us.", he hissed, shaking with rage. "Don't you dare. We loved you and protected you. "

"Ha! Don't fool yourself, sweetie. You lot didn't do shit but ignore me and push me aside. I wasn't useless, not then and certainly not now. Pity you all failed to see just how powerful I am."

Harry slumped against the door, drained. He looked through his perennially messy black hair.

"Why? Why did you betray us like that, Ginny? "

"Because you betrayed me, Harry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to freshen up and eat before this farce of an interrogation begins. Who will it be, I wonder? You? My bloodtraitor brother? His mudblood whore of a wife? Shacklebolt?" She flipped her vibrant red mane out of her eyes and glared at Harry. "Don't judge me, Boy Who Won't Fucking Die. We all made our choices and most of them were made for the same reason, believe it or not. Now leave, I'm no longer in the mood for your milksop Gryffindor bullshit." She turned her back to the door and said nothing further.

Harry sighed and turned away, walking down the corridor with slumped shoulders. How was he going to break the news to Ron that his sister was finally in custody and didn't appear to be the least bit sorry for the murder and mayhem she'd committed over the past ten years? He held little hope that they would discover she was under an Imperious Curse. She was far too alert for that to even seem possible.

How does someone change that radically? Was it their fault? Had they damaged her by trying to protect her? Hopefully, they'd find out those answers soon.

But deep inside, Harry was terrified of those answers.

In her cell, Ginevra Molly Weasley Malfoy slowly washed and changed into the standard grey prison issue robe. "Oh Draco", she thought, "It's all gone terribly wrong. I got careless after you left, didn't I? Honestly, nothing mattered very much after that. Not even our children. Let's just say I have a better understanding of your mother now and leave it at that. What's done is done, my love. I'm here, the children are safe, and so is your mother. I wasn't so careless as to make myself their Secret Keeper. Reckless I may be, stupid I am not. I don't think I can avoid the Kiss, darling. Not with what I've done. And you know what? Even with the Kiss hanging over my head, I wouldn't have changed a single thing. What a glorious life we had together. Two wonderful children, a loving home. For time, my love, we had it all. It just breaks my heart that our children will live to see the total breakdown of Wizarding Society in England. To see our proud heritage polluted by half-breeds and mudbloods."

She sat down at the rough table and wrinkled her nose at the thin stew before her. After she'd finished eating, she went and sat on the bed. She leaned her head against the stone wall and let the moonlight fall on her face. Moonlight reminded her of her husband, taken from her three years ago. As she sat and remembered her loving husband, a solitary tear ran down her face, turned to diamond in light of the moon's silvery glow.