Here's a fic for y'all.

Harry: Hey, Kaz. Seen Artemis?

No...nope. Sorry, Harry.

Harry: Damn. Alright. I'll check back next chap.

She's not in this story, Harry.

Harry: Oh, okay. (takes a seat) i'll sit here nd watch this with you.

Fine by me. Popcorn?


Sailor Moon/Harry Potter

"Far Worse Than Death Alone"

Azkaban. The worst prison in the wizarding world. The Magical version of Alcatraz but that was merely the surface of the terrible prison. Deep in the earth of the island in the North Ocean, there were the most devastating of the cells. Only the worst of the worst of the Evil Himself were down in these dank hellholes. They made the upper cells with the dementors seem like Townhouse suites. And now Draco Malfoy was one of them.

His hands were tied behind his back. His body was beaten and bruised. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his skull, whisps falling in his face. His eyes looked at the other prisoners, seeing pain and suffering that their internment in these cells of darkness, death and decay. Insanity was rampant. Murderous maniacs and crazed convicts were going to be within every inch around him for the next God-Knew-How-Long.

The Unspeakables threw him into his new home and his head collided with a jutting rock, cutting his skin and trickling blood into his eyes. His own life force stung his eyes, blurring his vision. He tried to free his hands to wipe his eyes but the binds were too tight and trying to get free caused his skin to tear and bleed.

"You know, the more you struggle, the tighter they get." A morose voice said, sanity and depression ringing true.

"What?" Draco asked, looking over his shoulder, through the bars to the cell across from his. He saw a dark cell with a silhouette that Draco could barely make out as female. If he hadn't heard her speak, he would've assumed that cell was empty.

"Think Devil's Snare." Was her reply. Devil's Snare? Okay, what did he know about Devil's Snare? It hated sunlight and whenever it had prey, it crushed its prey whenever it struggled…so these binds had to be enchanted to be like Devil's Snare. All he had to do was relax.

"Ow-bloody hell!" Draco cursed, getting a weak laugh from the prisoner across the hall. "What's so bloody amusing? They constricted on me!"

"The bars of your cell. Use them to cut the bindings." Draco did as he was told, rubbing the restraints against the rough bars. Soon they snapped and released his hands. Using the cuff of his sleeve, he wiped the blood from his eyes. The bindings suddenly ignited, burning into nothing.

"Bloody hell-what was that stuff?" She laughed again, like his reaction was funny. "And why did they constrict when I relaxed?"

"They're woven from Fire Root and Devil's Snare. When you struggle, they tighten. When you hold still, they retract because they search for heat. When removed from a heat source, they go up into flaming soot and cinder." She sounded tired and weak but she was still strong enough to talk, or so Draco hoped. It was going to be an eternity in this cell and chatting with someone would make the time easier to endure. "You bare the Dark Mark and in crimson no less. You must be high up on the food chain to have such colorful brand."

"I'm a small fish…but my Godfather's the one who talked the Dark Lord to turning mine crimson…he said I'd be invaluable in the future…" The young Malfoy heir replied, running his hand over his brand. "Does that disgust you?"

"No…no…I bore something even more offensive. I bore His crest for several centuries…although I cannot remember how long it really was…" She sounded so sad at the subject and he knew he had to change the subject.

"Can you really see me?" Draco asked. "I can't see a bloody thing. I didn't even know you were there."

She shifted slightly, meaning she was sitting up against the wall of her cell. "Yes and no…my power has gone so far down that I can barely see you but what little power I have, I'm using as sonar and magic attracts my attention…like your brand." She took a deep semi ragged breath. "Have your eyes adjusted to the dark yet?"

"No, not yet." He shook his head. "How old are you? How long have you been here?"

"10…11…God, I don't think you want to know how long I've been here." She chuckled, thinking about it. "As for my age…I believe I'm 13."

"I'm 18. Been out in the world for two years and I get caught when my own Aunt throws me to the Unspeakables." Draco growled at the memory of Bellatrix literally throwing him to the Ministry so she could get away. The thought made him sick. "So, much for 'Thicker than water'…"

He looked over at her cell and it was empty. "The cells shift, by the way. It's kind of how they keep us losing our minds without the dementors." Draco looked a few cells down and there she was, barely 2 cells away. "That's why these cells are known as the death chambers."

The death chambers? He had been booked into the death chambers? Oh, bloody hell. He was miles under his father's cell. Damn, he was screwed. Escape wasn't going to happen. He was stuck here for eternity.

"Don't give into despair." She warned. "It'll kill you in the end."

"What am I supposed to do? I'm 18 and in the Death Chambers. I'm going to rot down here." Draco snapped, sinking to his knees.

"Just remain strong. You'll pull through this." She assured. He was so glad that she felt like that. He felt like he was doomed to rot in this hellhole. "What's your name?"

"What? Oh, Draco. Draco Malfoy." He answered, almost not hearing the question. "What's yours? Or can I give you one?"

"Whatever you want. I forgot my name a long time ago." She answered as if she was dosing off.

Draco thought for a while. "How about I call you 'Persephone'?" He heard her laugh softly at the name. "If I'm going to survive this hellish existence, then I'm going to make sure you make it too."


Harry: You didn't tell me that I'm not in this too.

Later. You're in it LATER.

Harry: But it starts out with MALFOY

Draco: So? I'm Hot!

You two are as bad as Sasuke and Naruto...no, wait-scratch that. You're as bad as KIBA and NARUTO.