Well, this is my first fanfiction. Ever. Please enjoy and do not fail to critique! All advice and suggestions are more than welcome. Again, enjoy!
I woke to a world of grey; aged whitewashed walls and a bare flagstone floor. It was the same every morning. An unfriendly place, Azkaban, not that it was meant for the comfort of its inhabitants. It was a prison, everyone knew that, a place where they locked away witches and wizards who had threatened wizarding society. I was considered one of the worst of Azkaban's inmates. Or best, depending on which end of the Dark Lord's wand one was on.
Swinging my grey-clad legs over the side of my cot, I stood and stretched. It didn't take but two steps to cross the room to the other side of the cell, which made me thankful I wasn't claustrophobic. The mirror, made of polished metal instead of glass for security reasons, glared my image back at me. Thick tangles of black hair hung limply around my gaunt and pale face, replacing the beauty and vitality that I had once been so proud of. I no longer paid attention to that mirror, my vanity stripped away as my looks had been.
I glared out the barred door at my fellow prisoners, ducking back as a dementor swept by, trailing its flowing black robes out behind as it swept by, dragging all the hopes and happiness behind it. I gasped in agony when I was forced to recall my darkest moments. Those robes reminded me of my past and my own black robes. I managed a twisted smirk as the creature passed my husband's cell and I heard Rodolphus cry out as things best forgotten invaded his mind. He sobbed as the dementor continued its path, a sound heard too often. Rodolphus Lestrange was soft and more pliable than a man should have been; one of the reasons I chose him over so many others. I wanted, no, needed to be in control.
I had caused our capture, too caught up in the ecstasy of another's pain to take heed of the surroundings. Even after the Dark Lord had vanished at the hands of that Harry Potter, that Boy-Who-Lived, as the masses had begun to call him, I had carried out business as usual. And that business had been my downfall.