She can still hear the high, cold voice. She can imagine the day he will come to take her from here. "I have an announcement to make!" And all the fallen Death Eaters now staring at the wall would come back to life. They would kill and torture and follow the Dark Lord just like before. Maybe then she'll remember how it feels to be alive.

She pulls up her left sleeve. Sometimes seeing her Mark can make the memories flow. She'll press her palm up against it when she starts to forget the Dark Lord. She relishes the pain. It's not like the other pain in Azkaban, not like the cold, or the fear. This self-controlled pain reminds her of her Dark Lord.

It's twitching again. It usually is, even when she's not touching it. The insane, useless Death Eaters tend to grab their Marks. Even in their insanity, some of them still remember the Dark Lord. She is grateful for it. Without her Mark, she could easily be just as hopeless as the rest.