As you may know, I deleted the 4th chapter that was on here before, as it was crap. So, here is a new one. I kept some of the original one in, because I liked it, but that's me. Anyways, I hope you like it. :D.

Do you think I should put Bellamort (Bellatrix/Voldemort) in this?

Anyway, I used Bellatrix5982's suggestion for the Bunny name, Barty. But one bunny is still nameless, people!!

Review and tell me if it is crap. Or if it's good- I think you can guess which one I prefer, though…

Wednesday 15th January

How interesting.

Today, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, did his annual check on Azkaban. Which really means that he walked around pinching his nose and glaring at us. It really is surprising that he ever became Minister. He's not very good at it. I could probably do better.

That's an interesting idea, actually. Bellatrix Lestrange, Minister for Magic. Or would it be Minister-ess for Magic? Oh, who cares about the name? All that matters it that I'd rule the world, exactly as I'd want. Moo ha ha. Now that is a good idea. I like it. These are what I call happy thoughts… Bellatrix, Ruler of All, wow, it's catchy…

The first thing I would do is bring back the Death Penalty for anyone who's name starts with 'S' and ends in 'irius Black'. No prizes for guessing who that is.

Ah, said person is now talking to the Minister. And Minister is talking back. Hmm. They are talking about… erm…

Oh, God. They're talking about Quidditch. Quidditch. If I were Sirius, (touch wood) I would be screaming at Fudgehead at why he has locked up innocent people who have done nothing. Like me.

Ok…not like me…

But anyway… oh, Good news. According to Fudge, the Tornadoes are winning the League. YES! Hahaha. Sirius, the idiot, supports the Chudley Cannons. When was the last time they won the cup? 30bc? But, it doesn't matter, because I love winding him up. He kind of goes a blotchy red colour, and then pouts and wrinkles his nose at the same time, which makes him look very weird. It's rather hilarious, actually. Especially when he sticks his tongue out to go for the 'maximum effect'. I think he thinks it makes him look attractive. It would take a lot of work to make him look attractive, I can tell you that.

No. No. Nononono. NO!!

How this be happening? Nooooo! I just heard the Minister talking to Sirius… no! The Ministry think that… that… they think that Sirius is the Dark Lord's right… hand… man. Nooooo!

How could my idiot of a cousin get known for that! It's not FAIR!! I am the Dark Lord's moth loyal servant! I am the one who everyone fears! This really isn't fair. It's about as fair as the time Mother blamed me for pushing Regulus out of the window, when all I did was… push him out the window. But, still…

Regulus got cookies and I got locked in my room for the rest of the night with no food and nothing to do. I have just noticed that throughout my childhood, I am always the one to get blamed.

I'm not even that evil. Well… shut up. All Blacks are evil really. I don't think we can help it. It's in our nature… the surname kind of gives it away. I mean, have you ever seen Drom when she's angry… scary. Or got on the wrong side of Narcissa? Well, no, you haven't because you are a piece of parchment, but you know what I mean!

To be honest, our entire childhood was a whole 'survival of the fittest' thing. Our natural Black pride took over.

War.

For example, the time Cissy tried to dye my hair blonde, saying that it would bring out my natural pallor. (Don't ask, she confuses me too.) And I do not look good blonde- really. So, I may have… dangled her by her ankles over the banister until she bled through her ears. It was rather funny, in a sick and twisted kind of way. But hey, I'm a sick and twisted kind of gal. I carved my initials into Dromeda's back when she called me a crazy bitch. But, anyway, we are talking about dangling Cissy by her ankles… the best part is; she's afraid of heights. And the Black stairway is long- very, very long… and high. The look on her face was classic. Simply classic…

But, Cissy got her revenge. Curses to the man who gave her a baseball bat…

She hit me over the head with a baseball bat. HARD!! For a girl that skinny, she sure can be strong. It's a shame she never manages to be strong when it came to carrying all the masses of shopping she bought every week… but anyway, she knocked me out with this Muggle baseball bat, then tied me to a bedpost and waited till I woke up. When I had, she proceeded to give me the biggest makeover known to Wizardkind! She… I don't even want to think about it. Every colour of the rainbow had would up of my face.

However, I did love the way she blended the eyeshadow with the… SHUT UP, BELLA!!

Of course, the prize for Best Revenge has to go to Regulus. Yes, that little weed. ((A/N: This is how much I love you Holly!! Reggie is a weed, just for you… -ahem- sorry…)) I never thought that someone like Regulus- sweet, quiet little Regulus- would have thought of something so mind-sickeningly evil that even I would never have thought of it. It was so… ingenious. Ickle Reggie had a place in my heart from that day on… even though he did steal my slice of chocolate cake. With the gooey icing…

Passing on…

I suppose you, my avid piece of parchment, will want to know exactly what Regulus did? Well… it is so horrifying, that even my Mother would run from it. And that is saying something. He… he… I can't even say it. It was… pure genius. Evil, of course, but still…

I suppose you- yes, you the little piece of parchment that is covered in my scrawl- want to know? Well, what Regulus did to scare the living daylights- and nightlights in Cissy's case- out of us is… so terribly evil that it gave Siri nightmares. And that's hard.

What Regulus did was, after the four of us, (Cissa, Dromeda, Sirius, me) stuck him to the wall with Drooble's Vest Blowing Gum, we were all expecting fury to come flying at us. But, Reggie's most ingenious plan was… that he did nothing! See how clever that is? No, you don't. Partly because you are a piece of paper, but yes…

You see, by dong nothing, the four of us were in suspense waiting for his big revenge for ages! We suspected anything he did, and, I must admit, we probably looked really stupid. Like once, he smiled at me when I drank my tea, and I spat it out and poured the rest down the sink, because I thought he'd poisoned it. But it was just normal tea, and ended up in me being tea-less. And I do not like being tea-less. No I do not. I may get slightly cranky when I do not have my tea.

None of us forgave little Regulpoo after that. We were all so paranoid… It must have been quite funny to watch. Cissy didn't brush her hair for three whole days because she thought it was jinxed, while Dromeda started running away from him in the corridors. Sirius was the worst though, he put up every protection he could think of; Gilliweed hearts, garlic, little curses written on paper… every time you tried to walk past his room you were covered in a Muggle thing called 'Pepper Spray' and tied up.

It was very funny when Walburga walked past. Happy memories…

Tuesday 21st January

I had a conversation with Rodolphus today. He's… well; to be brutally honest… he's going insane. Everyday, I can hear him screaming for me, or his mother. He was just saner today. It happens; some days we're insane, others, it's as if we'd never set foot in this place. I get it, Sirius gets it, and Roddy gets it, a lot. Others too, like Rabastan and Antonin, but they're further down the corridor.

Anyway, this conversation. You know the huge hole the size of James Potter's head in between mine and Sirius' cells? Well, no, you don't because you are a little piece of parchment and therefore are not alive.

But anyway, it is a rather unfortunate living arrangement, because the hole separating Roddy's cell and mine is about the size of James Potter's brain, i.e. miniscule. Smaller than Sirius', if that's possible…

I'm getting sidetracked again… So, this conversation I had with Rodolphus…

I could only see his eyes through the hole. He has lovely eyes, like bright green, emerald. "Belle." He said. He's the only person to call me Belle. It's French for… something, and he's French, so it makes sense.

"I missed you," I said. Jesus, I hope it didn't sound too soppy…

"I was always here." He smiled. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he hadn't been here. The screaming, shaking wreck that usually inhabited the cell next to me isn't the man I married.

"I know," I said. Sirius, the Brainless Wonder, had realised what I was doing and had started making retching noises in the background. I tried hard to ignore him. He is an annoying prat.

"How are you coping?" He asked me, pushing his finger through the hole so he could stroke my cheek.

"Oh, God… I've got my idiot cousin right there… look at him… stupid bloody bastard."

He laughed slightly- the old laugh I remember. "You never did get along with him at school."

I raised my eyebrows. "And you did?"

"Well… no. He was a bloody idiot. Him and those other Gryffindors."

"Rodolphus… why are we talking about them? I haven't spoken to you for months…"

"I know, Belle. I never stopped thinking about you."

I laughed. That was exactly the mock cliché I was used to.

Now I think back on it, I know I should have said something else, but I couldn't- the Dementors came. He immediately started shaking, his eyes rolled up into his head and… oh, my God, it was horrible. He has to have a terrible, horrifying, memory that he hasn't told me about. It's the only explanation for why he's so… I can hear him. He's screaming for me, for Bastan and for his mother. And I can't do anything about it…

I'm not crying. I'm not.

Well… whadyaknow? Sirius does have feelings. He's asking me why I'm crying. (But I'm not.) He's… actually really caring. Like a cousin should be. I can't tell him. He won't understand. He can't. I don't even understand it. I'll talk to him anyway.

He can be amazing when he wants to. I went over to the Hole (yes, it is Capitalised now), and he just hugged me. It felt really comforting.

Maybe he isn't that bad…

Friday 24th January

I HATE SIRIUS!! He such an arrogant bigheaded idiot! How could he? It's as if Tuesday never happened. He is back to being the way he was before! Stupid waste of space. I wish he'd never been born. It would certainly make my childhood less complicated. For example, the time where he pushed me off the huge oak tree that we used to climb never would have happened. It hurt. A lot. And I was grounded for three months. Not fair.

Anyways, I absolutely HATE my prick of a cousin. He is just so… Grrr. I could kill him. In fact, I think I will kill him. Hahaha. Oh, wait… I don't have a wand. Shall just glare at him.

He's gone to sleep. Ah.

I may have a minor problem on the killing front. (It is very hard to kill people by glaring at them when they have their eyes closed, in case you didn't know.) Maybe I could climb through the Hole…? I think I will try that…

Ow. That plan was a disaster. I kind of got halfway through, but then I found that I was sitting on my arms, so that I couldn't move, and then I was kind of… falling forward. In the end, I had to wriggle onto my back, and slip back into my own cell. So now, my back, stomach and arms really, really hurt. Ow.

Oh, no. Sirius is snoring. Again. He sounds worse than that Hogwarts Gamekeeper guy… Hagrid, I think, with a cold. Oh, I don't even want to think about it…

Saturday 25th January

I'm going insane. I just saw… no, hang on. It can't have been. It must have been a trick of the light. But… there's hardly any light in here. Maybe I am losing it. It's really the only explanation. Apart from… well, that's just stupid. He couldn't have. Yup, I'm losing it.

Ok, what happened was… I walked over to the Hole, because I was bored and wanted to see if he was awake so I could glare at him, and sitting in his cell was a… This is gonna sound really stupid, but I suppose I'll tell you anyway…

Sitting in his cell was a big black dog. Like the Grim in Divination. It just… looked at me with huge black eyes- Sirius' eyes. It scared me. Then the dog just blinked. I very nearly fainted, and looked away for a second, and when I looked back, the only person in the cell was Sirius.

The Grim is a Death Omen. So… I'm gonna die? That can't be good news. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?? I'm going to die! That's not fair!!

But… Sirius was a dog. A big, black, Grim-like dog. And… then he wasn't. Like… he's an Animagus, or something. But, come on, Sirius, an Animagus? Like that'll ever happen…

I think I'll ask Sirius if he's an Animagus. Hang on a mo…

He laughed at me. In fact, he's still laughing at me. Rather madly. Although, I could probably laugh much more psychotically if I tried.

His mad laugh is quite pathetic, actually. I must teach him how to do it properly, if I can ever be stuffed.

Oh, crap, I'm getting sidetracked again… the IMPORTANT thing is, not that Sirius sounds like a rather drunk elf when he laughs, but that my cousin just turned into an Omen of Death!! Argh! I'm actually quite worried now…

I think I'll sleep on it.

Monday 27th January

Ah. I have a new problem on my hands…

I was having a conversation with Sirius today, and I was trying to get him in a good enough mood to tell me the truth about the Doggy-Incident, when he asks me…

"So, what are you in here for, Bells?" He can be incredibly stupid sometimes. I raised my eyebrows at him- he knows all about my Death Eater-ness, and then he rolled his eyes, and goes, "I mean, what was your main offence? The worst thing they read out of your very long criminal record?"

And I, without thinking, said, "Oh, torturing these Aurors- the Longbottoms- to insanity when they wouldn't tell me where-" Then I stopped, because I saw his face. I actually could have kicked myself for saying that; Frank Longbottom and his wife were good friends of his when we were all at Hogwarts. He just stared at me as if he'd never seen me before, and then he looks angry, so, so angry, and he tries to grab my throat, but he's never been good at aiming. He just punched my jaw, (I have a huge bruise there now), and screamed things at me, but he was too furious for them to make sense.

He's crying now. Screaming for Prongs and Lily and Moony and the Longbottoms and other Traitors like that. Idiot. How can he care for dirt like that Evans Mudblood and filthy excuses for Purebloods? He has no shame.

I think, though, that I can tell where he's coming from. Potter and his Mudblood wife dead, the Longbottoms locked in a Mental Ward in St. Mungo's (teehee), baby brother dead, and now he's locked in this hell-hole for the rest of his life, with nothing but his bitchy cousin to keep him company.

Wow. I would make a good psychiatrist. If it weren't for the fact that I myself am a Grade-A psychopath. But otherwise… I could give it a try. Maybe if I ever get out of Azkaban. So, basically, never. Ah, well.

He really is quite upset at me torturing his friend. Even more upset than he was when I let Narcissa loose on him. The image of Sirius in a pink frilly frock with matching bows in his hair is one I will never forget…

So, no news on the Grim front.

Urgh. The food here is horrible. Like eating liquidised cardboard while being told it's porridge. I always hated porridge. But that might be because Regulus tipped an entire bowlful down my shirt when I said that Kreacher was worthless. (Regulus adored Kreacher. True love…) and besides, the stuff they serve here can hardly be classed as food, let alone good porridge.

Eww, is that a fingernail? Oh, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuckedy, yuck, yuck. Yuck.

I've suddenly lost my appetite. And, from what is coming from the next cell, so has Sirius. It seems he has found a whole finger. And I thought my 'surprise gift' was bad. Eww.

Again I say; yuck. Urgh… just when I thought my life wasn't gonna get any worse, this happens. I hate my life.

And, while I'm in the mind for ranting, why is no one visiting me? Even my lovely (when she wants to be) baby sister has deserted me! And, when exactly will Barty come to rescue me? God, I'm practically a damsel in distress here, except for the stick-thinness and the whole dragged-through-a-bush-backwards-un-brushed-frizzy-hair whatsit. And, and Crouch said that he'd 'come back for me'. Wow, that sound like an incredibly crappy cliché line from those stupid romance books I was addicted to when I was fourteen. Am I supposed to faint a lot or gaze out my 'window' waiting for Barty to 'come back for me' to fit into the role? Like that Muggle fairytale- Rapunzel or whatever. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair, or in my case, Bellatrix, Bellatrix, let down your matted rats nest… and I'll blush and simper and act all girly and let the dashing prince rescue me…Oh, please. The day that happens is the day Narcissa admits that she had hair extensions.

Not gonna happen…

Friday 30th January

I am bloody freezing. If it were possible to stutter while you write then, yes, I would be stuttering right now. I think my fingers are frozen to my quill.

I think I'll go see if Siri has stopped giving me the cold shoulder.

No. He's still shunning me. God, I only tortured them to insanity!

But I need to talk to someone. Someone sane, so Roddy's out of the question… AHA!! I have it! The bunny- I mean rabbits. Hardened criminals do not say 'bunny rabbits'. That is one of the main reasons why Cissy isn't a Death Eater. And because she's probably insist on opening a 'Death Eatery', just because it 'goes with the name.'

I swear she's adopted.

Anyway, my good friends the bunnies. Rabbits, I mean. I have not yet thought of names for them, but I will name one bunny Barty. Because Crouch is just so cute, and maybe this will tempt him into 'coming back for me'.

But the other bunny remains nameless. I could call it Bella Jr., but when I spoke to it, it would sound like I was talking to myself. And that just wouldn't do, would it?

-looks anxious- It's crap, isn't it? I need to tell you, that on the first day I published it; I woke up and thought 'I'm bored…' so I randomly wrote 5 pages on words in the space of half an hour. Never thought this story would be a hit, so I never planned any other chapters. What I'm trying to get across is: SUGGESTIONS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME, PEOPLE!!

Ellie xxxx