"When did you get this?" I asked looking at Sirius's chest once he laid down on the bed. There was a tattoo on it that I had never noticed before. It was of a bird, something like a dove, on his chest over his heart. He smiled at me and stroked my hair.

"It's a dove," he whispered.

"Why'd you get it?" I had never questioned any of his other tattoos before. I found them dark and sexy. I know that Sirius loved tattoos, and what he loved so much about me was that I didn't have them. My skin was pale and pure he told me—and it wasn't that he would mind if I got tattoos, it was just that he liked my skin being untouched and beautiful. It reminded him of what he wasn't.

"Your codename is Avery," he whispered. "Is it not?"

I smiled and leaned over him, kissing his lips deeply.

"You bring me peace," he whispered stroking my cheek as I leaned over him. He pushed my brown locks behind my ear. His hand slid down my neck and collarbone, and then paused between my breasts near my heart. "I love you, Cadence."

"I love you too, Sirius," I said looking him in the eye. I smiled at him softly.

"You're sure you're well enough to go with Gabriel today?" he asked me stroking my hair again. I nodded and kissed his hand.

"If we can have sex, Sirius, I'm sure I'll be able to interrogate the man who attacked me," I said sucking on his fingers lightly. He smiled and kissed me deeply.

"Speaking of sex," he said with a wicked smile. "You think you have time?" He pulled my body on top of his and I giggled playfully.

"I'm sure if I don't have time we can make it," I beamed. Sirius smiled and kissed me passionately.

Twenty minutes later I was slightly disappointed to hear the doorbell ringing. I sighed with a smile to Sirius who was kissing my shoulders and holding me tightly. He kissed my lips and asked if I could stay longer, but as the words left his lips the bell rang again and I heard Gabriel's voice in my head.

"What the hell?" I shot up in the bed, pulling away from Sirius in shock. I grabbed my head and looked around quickly.

Don't be so shocked, Gabriel's voice rang in my ears. Come on, put some clothes on.

"How'd you get in my head?" I said out loud jumping out of the bed.

"Cadence?" Sirius sat up looking at me with deep concern. "What's going on?"

"Gabriel was in my head." I headed for the dresser and began to put some clothes on.

"With Legilimency?"

"Well…something like that," I whispered. "I heard his voice. He was talking to me. It wasn't like Legilimency—it was like he was in my head."

I shivered slightly and wondered what he had been doing in there with Legilimency. What had he seen? I had let my guard down while with Sirius, and I wasn't expecting Gabriel to try and invade my head from downstairs on my front porch. He was more powerful then I was anticipating—he could use Legilimency without looking me in the eye. I sighed and put a bra on, then buttoned my pants as I walked back to Sirius on the bed.

"Everything is okay," I said leaning over him and biting my lip in pain. I forced a smile so Sirius wouldn't suspect, then kissed him. He held me for a second and kissed me deeply in return.

"Please, Cadence, be careful."

"Of course," I said. "What do you think I am, an inexperienced first time Auror?"

"No," he smiled. "I'm just worried about you. You're still injured."

"I'm fine," I said.

Cadence…

I sighed loudly and rubbed my head. "I'm going to have to block him even more now." I stood up and rubbed Sirius's cheek. "I'll be back later tonight."

"Love you," he said lying back down.

"Love you too," I said grabbing a shirt and pulling it on over my head. I didn't pull it over my arms and grabbed my cloak, wand and boots, then raced from the room. I unlocked the front door with a twitch of my finger as I walked down the steps. Gabriel opened the door and stepped in as I reached the first floor. I slipped slightly in my socks and crashed into his chest. He grabbed my waist and held me for a few moments as I looked up at him in shock. My bare stomach was pressed against his tight body and I frowned deeply. He looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Let go of me," I said pulling away from him.

"Alright."

I dropped my stuff on the stairs and pulled my shirt down completely. I bent over to pick up my shoes and felt Gabriel looking at my butt. I kicked him in the stomach and he grabbed my ankle, holding it in front of him.

"That's not very nice," he said holding it tightly.

"Neither is looking at my ass while I'm bent over," I snapped. "I'm a human being, Gabriel, not a piece of meat."

"I know that," he said releasing my ankle.

"Sometimes I doubt that," I whispered sitting down on the step and putting my boots on over my skinny black jeans. I tied the laces quickly up my leg and double bowed them. I stood up and moved to the closet, Gabriel watching me closely.

"Never, Cadence," he whispered. "Was there a specific reason why you wanted to go see our attacker today?"

"I don't want him to get the pleasure of thinking I'm still in a hospital bed. And I'm going to punch his face in." I grabbed my hip holster and closed the closet door.

"I don't think we're allowed to do that," he said following me down the hall towards the kitchen.

"And you think I care if we're allowed to or not? I'm not going to kill him…the Dementors will still get to kiss him if they want."

"I'm afraid they won't kiss him at all because they're probably taking orders from your Father."

"Oh," I sighed and stood on my toes, reaching into a cabinet above the refrigerator. Gabriel came up behind me and grabbed a dagger that was hidden up there. His chest rubbed up against my back and I caught my breath for a second. He stood back and held out the blade to me. "Thanks."

"You won't need that," he whispered as I slipped it in my holster.

"You would be ashamed of me if I didn't carry it," I said walking back to the front door.

"Only slightly disappointed," he corrected.

"And what was with the talking in my head? How do you do that?"

"Advanced Legilimency."

"It's creepy."

"Convenient I think."

"You didn't even have to look me in the eye."

"That's why it's convenient. And once you learn how to do it we can use it against our enemies—have a full on conversation if need be."

"Wouldn't that be distracting?"

"You need to learn to concentrate on more then one thing at a time," he said as I yanked open the door.

"Shall we?"

"Do you know where Azkaban is?" he asked on the front porch.

"You seem to forget that we spent some time there together," I said locking the door and marching down the steps to the gate.

"Alright, smart ass do you know where it is to Apparate there?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Hold on then," he said stepping closer to me. I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes so he could Apparate us there.

The cold wind and rain was shocking to my face. I put my hand over my eyes to block it and looked up at him with anger. We were on a tiny black looking island. The noise from the rain and wind was louder then a rock band concert I had been to once. The only sound that could be heard over the weather was the angry sea water crashing on the rocks of the island.

"You couldn't have gotten us closer to the door?!" I yelled at Gabriel as we dashed for the cover of the entrance of Azkaban prison.

"What?" he yelled back at me.

"You had to Apparate us into the middle of the freaking sea storm?" I hissed as the wind raced by our faces. Gabriel ignored my question and banged on the black forbidding door of the prison. I looked up at the towering stone building and felt a chill run through my spine. The coldness that haunted my memory of this place was coming alive again. I was suddenly very unsure if I wanted to reenter the prison. There were no windows, just black walls of brick and magic. The door opened slightly and we were greeted by a shaky looking Mr. Cloth—the Minister's assistant.

"Ah, Mr. Quintin, punctual as usual," he said bitterly with a close to tear glare in his eyes. It was in that second that I realized this man was not a very reliable one. I don't mean to say that he was less of a man then Gabriel, but he certainly wasn't the same caliber as Gabriel.

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Mr. Cloth," said Gabriel walking into the prison. I was disappointed, and yet not surprised, to find that the interior of the prison was just as cold as the exterior. The wind could be heard hallowing outside, and the rain pounding on the brick walls of the fortress. I looked around the long hall we had just entered. There was a single lift at the bottom of it with two Dementors standing on either side. I shivered slightly and Gabriel touched my shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Fine," I whispered quickly. "Is the Minister here also?"

"No," said Mr. Cloth shaking his head. "She sent me because you two need Ministry administration with you while you interrogate Mr. Dept."

"Dept?" I questioned. "That's his name."

"Henry Cristo Dept," nodded Gabriel.

"Interesting," I said raising my eyebrows as we walked down the hall towards the lift where the Dementors were standing. "Do we get an interrogation room?"

"No," Gabriel said. "Just his cell."

"Is he sharing it?"

"No," said Mr. Cloth.

"What floor is he on?" I asked as we reached the lift. I glanced at the Dementors and took in a long cold breath. When I breathed out I watched my puff of carbon dioxide swirl before me. I frowned and looked at Gabriel who put his hand on the center of the back. His touch merely dulled the sinking sensation in me. I felt like I was on a boat and the icy cold water of the sea was rising in me as my boat sunk…and I was tied to the stern to go down with the ship.

"Two hundred thirty fourth," said Mr. Cloth.

"Ah," I said. "At least he's not on the two hundred thirty fifth floor."

The icy feeling was only slightly relieved as we stepped onto the lift and the doors shut. Mr. Cloth pressed the two-hundred and thirty fourth floor button and I took a long breath. It was going to be a long elevator ride.

When the lift doors opened eight minutes later I shuttered slightly at the icy breeze that greeted my skin. There was a blood-curdling scream and I felt like I had walked back into the asylum that I have lived in for two weeks. I followed Gabriel and Mr. Cloth out of the lift as a Dementor loomed near the end of the hall. There was a small mailbox size barred window on each door so we could look in and see who the occupant or occupants were. A numbered plate hung under the barred window of the doors, starting with 2340 and ending with 23440. The Dementor at the end of the hall paid no attention to us and hovered at the end of the hall. I shook at the thought that he may be feeding off the happiness of an inmate.

Mr. Cloth stopped at door numbered 23411 and tapped it gently with his wand. Gabriel stared into the room with a nasty glare. When the door was opened Gabriel stepped in before Mr. Cloth, who gave him a nasty look and followed and I brought up the rear. I closed the door behind me and my eyes fell on Henry Cristo Dept.

He was sitting in the far corner of his room, legs sprawled before him, back straight against the wall. He uncrossed his arms and brushed his dirty, already matted, hair out of his face. I smirked slightly as his eyes fell on me. He had a daunting look in his eyes that sent chills through my body—he was surprised to see me.

"Gabriel, I wasn't expecting to see you again," he said. "With Ms. Coleman none the less. I'm surprised to see you. I was led to believe you were on a bed morning the loss of your child in St. Mungo's."

I made a chair appear with a blink of my eye. Dept jumped from the cracking noise, and sharp tap of wood hitting stone as it appeared. I grabbed the chair, turned it around and straddled it, resting my elbow on the back of it.

"I'm fine, Henry," I whispered. "I do appreciate your concern."

He raised an eyebrow at me and I smiled.

"You look thinner already," I said running my hand through my hair. "I give you three more months in this place…maybe…"

"Your Father will have taken control of it by then," he hissed.

Gabriel was leaning against the wall in the opposite corner of Dept. I wasn't sure if he was completely sitting this round out, or if he was going to jump in at any time. He may have been staying quiet to keep Mr. Cloth quiet, but the conversation between Dept and I had barely started and there would be plenty of time to jump in.

"Gabriel has already tried to get information from me, my dear—"

"Don't call me pet names," I interrupted. Dept looked at me with raised eyebrows, bowed his head and continued.

"I'm not going to give you any information. I have been tortured before, and I'm not going to break."

I smirked and stood up from my chair. I moved forward and crotched in front of Dept.

"Henry," I whispered. "I'm not going to torture you like my Father would."

My words didn't strike fear into Dept. He had experienced the Cruciatus curse numerous times no doubt and was no stranger to pain.

"People always break," I said sitting down before him. I crossed my legs under me and sat up straight. "Tell me how you knew I was pregnant."

"Your Father told me," he said softly.

I smirked.

"I thought you were going to make this difficult."

"Never said I was going to make it easy," he retorted.

"How did my Father know?" I asked.

Dept sat back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. I sighed, pulled the knife from my hip holster and slammed it into his foot with out warning. He screamed and tried to recoil, but I held his leg firmly before me, pulling the dagger out.

"Ms. Coleman!" Mr. Cloth shrieked stepping forward towards me. Gabriel grabbed him and held him back.

"Leave her be."

"What the hell are you playing at?" Dept yelled at me.

"You can't attack the prisoner like that, Ms. Coleman," Mr. Cloth snapped. "Mr. Quintin, release me!" Gabriel glared at the man and Mr. Cloth glared back. "She can't go torturing and beating prisoners!"

"You're just as bad as your Father," sighed Dept.

"Yes," I agreed. "This is very personal, that's the only way I can justify it. Now, tell me how my Father knew I was pregnant and I won't stab your other foot."

Dept looked me very seriously in the eye and I realized he wasn't going to tell me. I lifted my knife and slammed it into his other foot. He screamed bloody murder and Mr. Cloth cursed at me. Somebody grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back viciously. I rolled backwards over my shoulder and stood up, glaring viciously at who was bending over Dept. I was surprised to see Gabriel—grabbing Dept's throat (not so surprising) and pinning him against the wall.

"Gabriel!" I snapped. I noticed that Mr. Cloth was no longer in the room and I frowned. Did Gabriel throw him out or did he run out to get help? It didn't matter, we were almost done here.

"I've had enough," he hissed. "Tell me that he has a connection to her."

"The question is which he are you talking bout?"

"Tell me," said Gabriel slamming Dept's head into the stone wall again.

"Never hit the head," Dept shook his and laughed a little. "The subject's memory will start to get blurry."

"I'll make sure blurry is how you see the rest of your life if you don't tell me now," I said coming closer to the two men.

Dept was laughing like he belonged in an asylum and I wasn't quite sure how to respond. Gabriel released him and stepped back, heading for the door of the cell.

"Let's go, Cadence," he snapped at me.

"But—"

"Now!" Gabriel raged.

I looked at him with nasty eyes. Something had gone on in the cell that I wasn't aware of and that upset me more then Gabriel's behavior. I glared at him the whole way out of the cell and when he slammed the door behind us I asked him what his problem was.

"I think Braven will be more willing to talk," he said.

"That's it? That's why we're leaving? You're upset about something else."

"I entered his mind while you were stabbing him," he said simply. "Either Voldemort knew you were pregnant because he shares the blood bond with you, or Braven told him from his vision."

"I think it's more like that Voldemort knew form the blood bond," I said. "Braven had a vision of my miscarriage while he was sleeping; there wasn't enough time for him to contact my Father and then another Death Eater."

"Either way, I don't like it," Gabriel said stabbing the lift button.

"Where did Cloth get to?"

"Probably to report us," Gabriel sighed. The lift arrived and we both stepped into it.

"If I hadn't been pregnant, would you be as upset about this?"

"Yes," Gabriel said as the lift doors closed. I looked at him with a questioning look and he shrugged. "The bastard ruined your birthday…of course I'd be mad."

I smiled slightly and shook my head, leaning against the wall of the lift. Gabriel was so protective of me, it was annoying and yet cute. I hid my smile from him as the lift descended and tried to concentrate on the frightening matters at hand: Braven and his loyalties. What if he was with my Father, how would we find out? Maybe he'd been blackmailed into being a Death Eater to save his daughter—but supposedly my Father didn't know about his daughter…The truth of the matter was I didn't know how much Braven was telling us about his motives or intentions, and I didn't know if he was telling the truth at all either. Gabriel was right, we needed to talk to Braven.