A/N: Well I am working on an Addams fic, but this little one came along instead. I'm hoping it'll remove the block on my muse. Anyway please enjoy!


One day Cornelius would realise, that it was only for her strong love of him, and the morals he stood for that she did what she did.

She sniffed, the prison robes did not suit her at all. Black and white, dirty and ragged, she mourned the pink of her high life; the colour, the innocence, everything she had.

Cornelius.

He would've married her she was sure. He would've realised how madly in love he was with her and they'd have been together forever. Regardless of Voldemort and Dumbledore and Harry Potter, their love would've been eternal, their power would've been eternal. She seethed as her dream once again faded, and the harsh reality of Azkaban set in again.

Cold stone, dripping pipes, she was still perfectly sane though. She grinned inanely against the bars, back in her nice cosy office, Cornelius at her desk with her, marriage plans atop the mahogany surface, his sweet lips whispering soft words of love and adoration.

It changed again.

The cell, the office, the cell, the office.

Alone, loved, alone, loved.

She was still sane.