A/N so I did get quite a good response with my other story and you have all got me in the writing mood! I'm not sure if this story will be as long as the last one, but I will do my best to keep it all in twists and turns like there was in the last story!

As always just to be clear, I own none of the characters, or certain situations or anything of Harry Potter in general, all that amazingly wonderful stuff is with JK Rowling!

As all my stories, there will be an (M) if stuff is about to get freaky so PLEASE do not read these chapters of you will be offended.

Also after a comment on my last story, do not read if a Bellatrix and Hermione fantasy world offends you!

Also things are gonna be quite different to the books and films, so again if that upsets you don't read. Azkaban is not anything like what you all know in this story.

A side from all of that, please enjoy, and remember to give feedback whether good or bad so I can better myself with these and not get worse!

Chapter 1 - Innocent

Hermione is pulled through the doors roughly by the armed Aurors who don't pay any attention to her constant pleads. They block out any words she says and continue to pull her through the gated entrance to a place none of the Wizarding World expected one third of the Golden trio to end up.

She had given her teenage years to help fight off dark magic and even darker Wizards all to end up where they all were at 28 years old. It had been just over a decade where she would of had to face any of these Witches or Wizards but she's sure all of them will remember her.

"Name please?"

"Listen there has been a mistake! I am not supposed to be here! They had me-"

"Ugh Mark can you please?"

The Auror who's name now Hermione knows to be Mark shoves his hand over Hermione's mouth and starts answering the questions for her.

"Hermione Granger, she was picked up at her office in the ministry after her partner Ronald Weasley called in some evidence- Ah you little.."

Hermione bit down hard on Mark's hand and he immediately pulled it away from her trying to stop the bleeding with his robes. The other Auror next to him who helped pull Hermione from the boat raises his wand and casts a healing spell on his hand.

"Thanks Stewart, this one's a little bitch isn't she?"

"How dare you! I am head of the laws of-"

"Ah ah, you were the head of the laws of magical creatures until you were caught smuggling them and other items to other parts of the World!"

"That evidence was planted and you- I ! ARG I'm innocent!"

Having enough of the noise in his, once was quiet shift, the man behind the desk raises his wand and casts a silencing spell on her mouth. Hermione's eyes widen and her mouth starts moving like crazy but just how the old man likes it - no words follow her lip movements.

"So Hermione Granger, found guilty of smuggling magical creatures and pixie dust a highly dangerous substance to other parts of the World. Sentenced to 30 Years at Azkaban however can be adjusted with poor behaviour... My My, how the mighty have fallen to have a member of the Golden Trio behind bars..."

Tears gather at the corner of Hermione's eyes as she soon realises there is no hope of getting out of any of this until she speaks with a visitor or lawyer. She had quite normally went to work this morning and a few hours in, she was being dragged out of her office to the trail rooms below. She of course picked up her wand which turned out to be a wrong move as they were quick to place a sleeping spell on her meaning she was not awake during her trail and sentencing.

As soon as they had finished the check in and Hermione's wand was handed over the counter, the two Aurors were allowed to proceed through the locked gate and took her left into another room. There lay a grey jumpsuit and plain shoes. The underwear lacked any imagination possible and the bra looked a size too big.

Hermione turned round and now found she had her voice back which was to the Aurors displeasure.

"I am not putting any of them on until I speak with a lawyer! I have rights you know!"

"Yes and we asked if you wanted one at the Ministry which you were a bit too tired to answer... So we assumed you wanted to represent yourself!"

"You dirty Pigs! You had put me to sleep, I couldn't answer! Where is Fudge?? He will be furious when he finds out I'm here! I'm one of his best-"

"Fudge sentenced you."

Hermione stops pacing and rambling to look at the Aurors once more in disbelief.

"What?"

"He sentenced you. Once you Partner Ron stood up and gave his evidence, Fudge was horrified and immediately gave the sentence. Now little bird, put those on before I do it for you. And believe me, you don't want that!"

Mark announced his demands while laughing and leaving the room. Hermione took a look around the cold, dark stone grey room into her eyes and she let out a deep sigh as she thought about what a mess all this was.

Why had Ron done this to her?

What was this evidence they kept talking about?

Did someone frame her?

Surely he wouldn't have, they were happy weren't they?

Hermione recognised her and Ron hadn't been intimate in a while due to work commitments but she couldn't believe it was enough to warrant him setting her up for a very serious crime? Everyone knew magical creatures and amounts of pixie dust were being moved, and Hermione was trying her best to crack the case and have them returned. But not the Wizarding World believes she is the one behind it all.

Hermione was pulled from her thoughts at the banging on the door and jumped at how loud the noise was.

"You have 5 minutes in there little Bird then I'm gonna come in!"

She quickly threw off her own clothes and put on the most distasteful jumpsuit she had honestly ever seen in her life. Hermione always believed she was never the best dressed in the office, but she most certainly knew this was not going to win her any Daily Prophet awards.

Oh Merlin, the newspaper is going to have a field day with this story...

Just as Hermione had folded her work clothes on the table, Mark slammed the door open and walked right in to place Hermione in cuffs again.

"Are they really needed? I'm not going to run, I have nowhere to run to!"

"Oh but you might when you see what's next little Bird!"

Mark and Stewart took Hermione up a set of stairs and through another caged door checkpoint where a lady behind a desk looked at Hermione in shock as she buzzed them through.

"Looks like you are already quite famous around here. Tell me Hermione, what's your favourite number?"

"I don't wish to be famous anywhere near here, and what has my favourite number got to do with this situation?"

"Okay if you won't answer we will go with mine then!"

They pushed open a door to find a room with a single chair in the middle and some equipment on the side. Now Hermione was the smartest Witch of her age, so it took her very little time to work out what all the equipment was for.

Especially considering Hermione already had tattoos.

"No No No! it's not happening! You can't! I'm Innocent for Merlin's sake!!!"

"Hey Bob! This one is bit of a live wire, so me and Stewart will pin her as best we can!"

The boys forcefully pull Hermione down on the chair and hold her steady as the man comes over with a range of stencils.

"Did she pick her favourite number yet Mark?"

"No going with mine today Bob! Number 7 killed themselves the other week so she can wear it now!"

Mark gives a sickly grin at Hermione as she tried to struggle and get rid of the gag Bob tied together at the back of her neck. He moves the stencil to her neck and quickly matches the Lazer to it.

Zap*

Hermione lets a few tears fall from her eyes as the sting from the tattoo itches itself to her neck. She lets a yelp leave through the gag and her salvia and tears start falling onto the Aurors hands.

"Eugh get this dirty mutt out of my office, she is getting her slobbers over me and my equipment!"

"Alright little Bird, one final stop to have your magic bound and then we can drop you off in your pretty new home!"

Hermione at this point had given up hope. There was absolutely no escaping her life sentence now that she had been branded with a lovely number 7 Azkaban tattoo on her neck. The tears were running stronger down her cheeks and now the gag had been removed, sobs could be heard as she was taken along the corridors not even seeing the World go by her.

Mark knocked on the door and Warden Lucius Malfoy took one look up from his table and smiled in delight at his new guest to the Prison. Hermione still could not believe that after everything, he had be cleared of all charges thanks to Narcissa pleading Harry's death and tricking Voldemort. So instead of putting him in Azkaban - They let him run it.

"Well well Miss Granger... What a pleasure it is to see you again!"

"Shame I can't say the same..."

"Now Granger come on... You're in my house now... But I suppose it may take me a while to get your manners sorted. Well let's get on with this, shall we?"

Hermione looks at everyone in the room individually with pleading eyes but no one stops Lucius as he casts the spell over Hermione which will not allow her to use her magic within the walls of Azkaban. Hermione feels the energy draining away from her body and it leaves an almost empty feeling at the pit of her stomach.

Lucius smiles as he whispers something to the guards who immediately gain a smile at his words.

"Really? Now she hasn't had a room mate in here ever? Do you really wanna use Granger to test if she can share a room?"

"I think Granger will be the perfect candidate!"

Hermione starts panicking at what exactly they have in store for so she starts trying to move to the door which it won't open for her. She starts to pull it harder and wiggle the handle. The Aurors and Lucius start laughing at her attempts and Hermione cries once again as she realises it just isn't going to open for her.

In a fit of rage she starts to kick and hit the door letting all of her frustrations out which soon stops the men laughing.

"Alright alright, get her out of here before she dents my good office door!"

Mark and Stewart go to grab Hermione but still in a fit of anger, once Mark touches her arm she swings it around to punch him square in the face. He stumbles back with blood pouring down his face as Hermione continues to hit the door trying to find some way out.

"For Merlin's sake, get your blood off my desk you fool! Stewart, knock her out now! If she won't go-"

Hermione doesn't hear the rest of the sentence as Stewart is quick to put the charm on her and she falls to the floor in a deep sleep away from the madness once again.

"ARG I think she's broke my nose... Stewart can you please help again?"

Stewart rolls his eyes and casts a quick healing charm on the man's nose. Mark then lifts his wand and cleans his face from any blood left.

"Has she been like that since she got here?" Lucius asks more from curiousity to get a feel for if she will need to go for a few days punishment with the Dementors in 'Time out'

"Yeah, she bit me earlier during check in when I was trying to keep her quiet because she keeps shouting about being 'Innocent'. But Ron Weasley gave the courts all the evidence he found in their flat. What a noble Wizard he is turning in his partner because shes been bad all this time!"

Stewart nods his head in agreement with what Mark says while Lucius makes a mental note to go through the files later to see exactly what has gone on.

"I can't believe she was my daughter's hero too... I'm gonna have to go home and break my 11 year olds heart saying I've arrested someone she looks up to. Come on Mark, I can't look at her anymore, let's just get her to cell 93."

Mark agrees and he casts Wingardium Leviosa on Hermione's body as they take her through the prison block. It's quiet throughout the area because Dinner is currently happening, but Hermione won't be seeing any food tonight, not that her sensitive stomach would let her eat at this moment in time.

Mark places her on the bed and doesn't even wrap her up in the blankets to fight the chill of their open window by the sea.

"Goodnight little bird... I think the Raven is definitely gonna have fun breaking you into your ranks!"

Mark and Stewart laugh as Hermione lays still asleep on her bed and they exit the cell closing it up unlike the other ones so Hermione does not get bothered until lights out.

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Hermione groans and rolls over in her bed as she feels the chill of the night creeping in. She looks at the celling and all the memories of the past 13 hours are at the front of her mind. A few tears leave her eyes and let tracks follow down her face.

How could Ron do this? He knows me and should know I would never do anything like this? Someone else has planted that evidence!

Hermione looks over at the other side of the room to see another bed with a locked box on the ground below it.

Who the hell have they put me in with?

Hermione shivers as she thinks of all the horrible Witches that live at Azkaban and the box is giving her no clues as to who the other Witch could be.

"They could have locked me up with a completely deranged Witch..."

She sighs out loud and accepts that this may be a home for a few weeks until she gets her visits and can see what was said at the trail. In her head there has to be a way she can prove her innocence to the courts.

She moves her hand to her neck and rubs her new tattoo gently. In Wizard culture, tattoos heal automatically but the sting is still there for a while. She rests her head on the wall as she looks out to the sea to see nothing but water. She continues to take deep breaths but before she knows it, she's curled into a ball on the bed with her eyes weeping and soft gasps falling from her mouth.

Even if they did find evidence to show her innocence and get her out, the tattoo will still be there and not everyone will believe that she hasn't done anything wrong. Her career is over, she will already have lost friends as not everyone will trust her after this. My life is over.

As she weeps the cell door is opened and a body comes through with the door slammed behind her. The woman looks over at the other weeping woman and let's a slight smile rest on her face as the older woman realises she has been indeed given a roommate for the first time, and not just any other woman, the Golden Girl of the Wizarding World.

"My my, this is definitely a sight I never thought I would see.."

At that familiar voice Hermione's whole body goes stiff as she slowly lifts her head with blurry eyes and looks over to make sure in hope that the voice belongs to someone else and not to the person she knows it belongs to. Her hope is of course in vain.

"Hello Pet..."

A/N ahhhh I'm excited to have a new story! Let me know what you guys think!