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Azkaban was a large stone fortress surrounded by the North Sea. Isabella had never been there before, she had seen pictures, but that was nothing compared to the large building that was looming above her as she stepped shakily off the boat.

Isabella had never been to Azkaban before, not in her training years nor in her first year in the Office. That being said, she was glad. Dementors were foul creatures, she could spot them now flying around the top of the fortress, she could also feel them.

Feel the happiness drain out of her and it didn't happen slowly, she felt it happen almost as soon as the boat get within seeing distance of Azkaban, like she wouldn't have another happy moment as long as she should live.

Isabella knew that it wouldn't last but that didn't mean that it didn't feel like an endless sadness. For a second she almost felt pity for the occupants inside, who spent their days surrounded by the obscene creatures, before she remembered that they were all bloodthirsty murders of some kind or rapists.

Scrimgeour turned around to address them as they had all successfully exited the boat, "We are going to be doing a quick sweep of the ground and sections of the prisons. Just to make sure that none of the other prisoners are planning their own escape. Dawlish is with me."

"You two," He gestured to Isabella and Elijah, "Everyone else is busy chasing down leads and searching for Black. I trust you're up to the job?"

"Yes Sir," Jameson spoke as Isabella nodded along, trying to school her face into an unaffected expression.

Scrimgeour nodded, "Good. We shall meet at Black's cell in two hours, make sure you're thorough,"

Isabella rubbed her hands over her face, a rather violent wave crashing over the rocks and soaking into her boots, great.

"That's two hours more than I want to be here," Jameson shivered, clasping Isabella on the shoulder, "You alright, Love?"

Izzy nodded, swallowing as she tried to cast down painful memories. Flashes of her mother's sobs when they were told about the death of her Uncles, when she found out that Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets and possessed by Voldemort, the whole pain of seeing her family struggle and people judging them because of their poorer status in society.

"Izzy, love?" Elijah's voice broke her out of her memories as his hand tightened on her shoulder, "Come on now, deep breaths, I know it's hard."

"You've been here before?" She wondered as she attempted to push the memories away. She knew it was the affects of the Dementors.

"This will be my third time here in the past six years, only ever to question, nasty lot the people are in here,"

Isabella nodded, "And you were okay when you left?"

Jameson looked sheepish, "Actually, each time I've been here, once I got back I threw up," He admitted.

"Oh great," She mumbled.

"Never mind that now, we have a job to do,"

Isabella shivered as she blocked out the shouting of the prisoners that jeered when they passed. She made a mental note to bring an extra coat and some ear plugs if she was ever to be back here again. She honestly didn't blame Sirius Black for attempting to escape, she'd only been here for an hour and a half and she already felt like her life wasn't worth living.

As bad as it sounded she really felt that way. The Dementors were getting to her badly.

"I'm surprised the prisoners all haven't been driven mad," She commented, waving her want around in front of her, checking for broken wards.

"Most of them have," Jameson spoke, his own hand moving in incarnate gestures.

She paused before asking, "D-do you think Sirius Black was driven mad?"

Jameson let out a huff, "I read in the report that he laughed when he was arrested,"

Isabella eyebrows furrowed, why would someone who just gotten caught betraying their best friends and being in cohorts with a Dark Lord be laughing at being arrested.

"Really? That's odd…"

"You think so?" Elijah wondered, one of his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"It's just… I remember when he was arrested. I was ten and I saw it plastered all over the Prophet, even though I wasn't supposed to see it at the time. He was so young," She admitted, fingers tugging at a piece of her hair.

Elijah nodded, "You're telling me, he's only what… five years older than I am," He agreed.

"Exactly! And I've read all about him, he was in the Order with my Uncles, he was best friends with the Potter's. I don't know the whole situation is just odd to me, I mean he wasn't even given a trial!"

"Are you saying you think he's innocent?!" Elijah's voice lowered as he glanced around making sure none of the prisoners were listening to the conversation.

"No! It's just odd... I wouldn't mind hearing what his motives were…"

Jameson hadn't responded to her admission about Sirius Black and she was glad. As much as he was her friend, she knew he didn't understand or share her feelings about Black. Not that she really had anything to base them on she just had a feeling.

She had read the official case files more than once, as well as books about the First Wizarding War that he also featured in, even a few from the restricted section. The feeling had never gone away the more she had read, and she didn't know why. It just didn't make sense to her but who was she to be saying anything about it.

"Ooooh, look who it is!" A gruff voice spoke, stopping her in her tracks, the prisoners had tried heckling them the whole time they had been here but for some reason this one made her stop and turn to face the cell they had just passed.

"Look at that hair! You must be a Weasley!" The man spoke clearly his teeth bared, yellowing and dirty.

"Come on Izzy, don't listen to him," Jameson tried to guide her along by a hand on her arm.

"I met some Weasley's once," The man continued on, "That was a fun night!" His eyes glinted.

It was then that she recognised who he was. Antonin Dolohov.

"Oh! You know who I am, don't cha girlie!" Her jaw clenched.

"Bastard!" Her eyes flared in temper as her fists clenched along with her jaw.

Isabella had known he was in here but her thoughts about Sirius Black and the affects of the Dementors having made her forgot that he was here. The years he had spent in Azkaban since he had been tried for the murders of her Uncles haven't been kind to him, but she supposed he was already a sight before his incarnation.

He just laughed, placing his head between the bars of his cell, "And you know what I did! They fought back! Cheeky little shits they were, but I always love a good challenge!

"Especially ones that I win! One day girlie, I'll watch the light fade out of your eyes just like I did theirs and the rest of your filthy blood traitor family! If not me someone else will!" He added with a sneer.

Jameson's hand tightened as he physically moved her away from the cell, down the dark hall and into the alcove of the stairs.

"Calm down, you're okay," He spoke softly, placing his hands on either side of her face as her blue eyes darted round in a panic, "You're okay," He added once again, soothingly.

Letting out a ragged breath, Isabella nodded, her movements restricted by the hands on her face. Her eyes closed a lone tear escaping before she pulled herself together.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even stopped, I'm okay." She admitted.

Jameson smiled and patted at her cheeks, "That's okay, who was he?"

"Antonin Dolohov… he killed my Uncles the same year the Potters were killed,"

Elijah's blonde eyebrows furrowed, "Well, don't listen to him, he's full of shit! And he's not getting out of here! Black is going to be the only one!"

I'm sorry that Sirius isn't here in person yet, but I need to set up the story and who Isabella is!

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