Summary: Snape's daughter, and her half-sister, are in Azkaban, as Deatheaters.
Day 1
It all seems hopeless. The light can't get inside the darkness in that grim place and in our souls. The wound in my heart is still bleeding and I do not dare look at it yet. It was just yesterday that I spent the night there at Hogwarts castle. Probably my last, too. Ah, yes. When we lost the battle we all realized we were going to end up here. Some of us knew it, even before the final battle begun. And my sister and I knew it from the beginning. Alas, betraying the Dark Lord when he was still at the zenith of his power-bad ideas. But had I a choice really? Oh father, you promised me. Why did you go? You said I was to see you in the morning. You, liar! You, bloody liar!
Day 2
Yesterday we were placed in our cells. I asked for, but I didn't get a cellmate. It's worse this way. Alone. But I guess that's how I always have been. There is one good thing though. We're at level E. On ground level. More likely on sea level. It's worlds colder down here, and so wet, that my parchment crumbles in my hands as I am writing these lines. But Dementors don't usually fly that low. I hope we stay here. It is whispered that the ministry is sending us a new principal. We'll see. He' l probably be a tough one. My cell is small, hole-like, wet and dark. Very dark. I don't have a window. I can't see the sun. I don't mind. Mirella's next to me. Alone as well. She knocks the bricks to let me know she's there. That she's O.K. I miss you father, oh how terribly.
Day 3
Dementors flew low today. The waves of despair that they brought with them were indescribable. I spent the whole day crawled in the corner, hugging my arms tightly, whispering. It's like my mental pain became physical. A sharp pain appeared in my heart, squeezing my lungs. My entire existence was pain. Everyone was trying to keep quiet, to muffle the sobs and loud cries that welled up in their throats. About midnight it was that someone broke. I think it was Thornfill, Thornfill Rowle. You know; the tall-blond one. He started crying, screaming, calling names, I didn't recognize. It didn't last long. He silenced himself a couple of minutes later, in shame and despair. But nobody marked him. I almost do the same.
I am clouded by memories. Bad memories, painful memories. The night that Sirius died is the strongest one. Then comes the night I became a Deatheater, the night my grandmother died, all the fights I had with my father .and so on. Surprisingly, they all are coming from my distant past; the earliest is a year old. The Dementors did not cause me to see what happened a week ago. Surprising aw I said. But I have no doubt that this night, the final battle, my father's death, will come soon. For now, I do not dare sleep. I couldn't anyway. It's too cold. I miss my father I miss you Padfoot. I hope I could get out of here, like you did. But I have nowhere and nobody to go to. I'm so alone .