"See it for what it is, not what you want it to be."
~Sonya Teclai

The new Azkaban still looked like it was built in hell. There weren't any dementors around, though, and the inmate's cells now included proper beds and were clean. Real food was served, and the inmates were given books to read and quills, ink and parchment to write letters to their families and friends - if those families and friends still wanted anything to do with them.

A visitors center had been set up as well, although it was so rarely used that most were unaware of it.

A heavily muscled man dressed in grey robes that his name had been sewn onto -to identify his status as prison warden- hauled two men behind him as he entered the visiting area.

Felicity sat at a table carved from stone, chewing the skin around her elegantly manicured nails. She wore black, which was nothing new, but she'd forgone her muggle wardrobe, and instead was wearing a set of Ginny's robes- the ones the young witch had worn to her brother's funeral.

The two prisoners were seated in front of Felicity forcefully by the warden, who wore a disapproving scowl on his face.

The three Nott siblings stared at each other in silence, each of them unsure of what to say. The warden left the room and locked the door behind him, no doubt casting a handful of charms to prevent Felicity and her brothers from attempting anything.

"I bet you're enjoying this." Theodore was the first to speak. His eyes were fixated on the scar that twisted his sister's lip and his voice was filled with uncertainty, despite his brash words.

"On the contrary, brother dear," Felicity shot back. "I'd rather be at work. And that's saying something."

"You've finished uni then?" Alabaster asked, and Felicity nodded. "Graduated a few months ago."

"Where do you work?" Theodore inquired, looking very uncomfortable.

"The ministry, actually. Percy Weasley got me a job there."

Both brothers stared at Felicity open-mouthed.

"Percy Weasley?" Theodore sputtered.
"The bloody Ministry, Felicity?" Alabaster demanded.

"Yes, and yes." She answered quietly. "I work for the Weasley's father, um, the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. I'm basically an expert on muggles, you see, and well, it's hard, and it doesn't pay well, but that's alright, because I've got all that money from-"

"Why'd Percy Weasley help you? He's a git, he betrayed the Ministry in the war."

"He's a war hero, actually. Guess you missed a lot, being locked up here-" Felicity shot back, but Alabaster cut off her hot retort.

"She's seeing George Weasley." He explained to his brother.

"What? That filthy blood trai-" he cut himself off. "That idiot couldn't play quidditch to save his bloody life."

"He's good." Was all Felicity said in defense. Alabaster nodded, agreeing.

"She could have chosen worse, mate."

"Besides, you lost all right to dictate anything in my life the day you handed me over to the Ministry." Felicity turned her gaze to Alabaster. "Both of you."

Theodore's expression softened. "You were never supposed to get taken." The man couldn't meet his sister's eyes, and instead focused on her scar. That stupid scar that he had given her. Theodore wondered how many other scars he'd given his sister and just not bothered to notice.

"I know. But I did." She sighed heavily. "I didn't come here to remind you of what you did to me."

Theodore reached over the table and lightly pressed his finger against that stupid scar. "You're a walking reminder, Felicity." He withdrew his hand quickly, before she bit it off. "I'm sorry."

Felicity rolled her eyes, a reaction neither brother expected.

"I'm here to see how you two are."

"Well, were not having our souls sucked out by Dementors, so that's a plus." Alabaster's tone mimicked his sister's when she was especially snarky.

"That's nice. Apparently you got off easy. Both of you. You'll be out in fifteen years, I was told." Both men were grateful that their sister didn't mention that the lack of Dementors was a luxury she wasn't given during her capture.

"That's only if we behave, sister dear." Theodore smirked in such a way that implied that he was not at all behaving well.

Alabaster scoffed at his brother's words. "I'm keeping my head down, staying out of trouble. They've got weekly portrait painting classes that I'm enjoying."

"Yeah, well, not all of us are content to sit and paint, mate. I spend most of my time in the yard doing exercise if I can. Otherwise I'm stuck in my cell."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're keeping busy." Felicity nodded.

The two brothers exchanged looks with one another, seeming to have a silent conversation, before Alabaster spoke again.

"Felicity, what we did to you, over the years when we were children-"

"It's forgiven. I realized a long time ago that I would be sitting on the other side of this table if I hadn't been born a squib." She shook her head like years of abuse and torture didn't matter.

"Still-" Theodore spoke almost nervously. "We're sorry. Particularly me. I'm sorry. I was awful."

Felicity simply nodded. "Forgiven."

Sensing that the subject was in desperate need of being steered away from the siblings' painful childhoods, Alabaster asked his sister: "How's your George doing then?"

"Oh, he's well. His shops have been booming, especially now that it's almost Christmas time." Felicity explained. Theodore still sat with an uncomfortable expression on his face, however, he was aware that he had never had any right to say anything about his sister's chosen companions.

"That's good." Alabaster nodded. A sort of uncomfortable silence fell between the three siblings, none of them sure of what to say.

That was, until Theodore remembered something very important.

"Felicity, I know very well that you owe me absolutely nothing, but I have a really rather large favour to ask of you."

Felicity'a eyes narrowed in suspicion, but she gestured for her younger brother to go on.

"There's a um...very dangerous thing, that I need you to give back to the ministry." While Theodore said this, he drew his hand across his neck and shook his head.

Felicity got the message. Whatever this thing was, it shouldn't fall into the hands of the ministry.

"Well, where is it then?" She asked, somewhat impatiently.

Theodore described the device, and it's location, and Felicity could do nothing but hope that this damn thing didn't cause more problems in the future.

"Well, Felicity, I hope your life keeps going as well as it is at the moment." Alabaster said, standing up when the warden told them that their time was up.

"Go well, sister." Theodore nodded, sounding a little too mocking for Felicity to believe he was sincere.

After retrieving the item that Theodore had spoken about, Felicity hid it in the folds of her robes, and then returned home, all via use of the Floo Network, which Felicity decided she hated more than she hated apperating.

The flat was almost empty now, as Jan had moved out the week before. Strangely enough, she really missed that mutt of Jan's. Even if he barked through the night.

"Oh good, you're back!" George grinned. "Now we can start packing-" he waved his wand and spoke an incantation. The resulting spell swirled around the flat like a whirlwind and suddenly, Felicity was surrounded by packed and labelled boxes. "Oops, looks like we're all done."

"I hate magic." She growled, but George just laughed and held out his hand. "Shall we go home, love?"

Many years later, Theodore Nott was barely released from Azkaban before he was found guilty of possessing an illegal time turner and sent straight back to the prison.

He was only glad that the thing had been found on his person and not on his sister's. He'd have never forgiven himself if he had caused her even more suffering in her life. Asking Felicity to keep it had weighed heavily on his conscience, but if it had been found by anyone else, the results could have been catastrophic, and heaven knew that the pigs at the ministry wouldn't have known what to do with it back then.

Theodore wasn't entirely sure that they knew what to do with it now, almost twenty years later. But, it wasn't his problem anymore. Malfoy could deal with any repercussions, hell, he should have dealt with them twenty years ago.