A/N: I must say, the first part of this was so fun to write! Anyway, I want to thank Jasmyn26128975, rissan23, Purplette237, Moon Lantern and S.J Iolanthe for reviewing/favouriting/following while I've been away, it means so much to me! :D

The woman was sat in the corner of her cell, her unruly, black curls cascading over her face, her heavy-lidded eyes following the cracks in the cold, stone floor.

She spent every morning like this, those small few seconds when she wasn't quite so insane, when the dementors weren't hovering by her cell, sucking the happiness out of her. Those small few seconds that she could spend sparing a thought for her daughter; her Slytherin daughter, living well off in a rich, pureblood household, knowing and proud of the fact that she was the child of the Dark Lord's first lieutenant. She smiled to herself. At least one Lestrange was living happily.

Then, suddenly, interrupting the moment of peace, there came the sound of footsteps, the guard's footsteps, walking slowly up the corridor; big, heavy footsteps that echoed through the passageway. The moment was over.

The woman jumped up, sauntering over to the bars and leaning casually against them. Her eyes seemed to gleam with malice as she grinned. Time to play a game. Her favourite game.

"Hey, pretty boy," she smirked as the guard came closer to her cell.

He seemed to get more apprehensive at passing her, moving right over to the opposite side of the narrow passageway as he slid past. Then the woman realised something, this was a new boy. It certainly wasn't the normal prison warden that came past every day. This made her smirk even more. Now she was going to have some fun.

"Nothing for me?" she asked him, pouting a little. He didn't answer. He'd clearly been warned about her, but the woman wasn't about to give up. "I asked you a question, iddy boy,"

The man stopped and turned to look at her, eyes flashing angrily. "Shut up, Lestrange!"

"Oh, is the pwetty boy angry wiv little, old Bewatrix?" she asked before letting out a loud cackle.

"I said shut up!"

"Oh, I know, I'm not deaf, pretty boy, I heard you." She smirked even more.

"Then do as I ask or I'll send for the dementors."

This one had spirit, she thought to herself, well more than the last one had done. Nobody spoke to her like that. Nobody. Her smirk fell into a feral scowl, and she let out a small snarl, as though she was about to pounce and through the bars and claw his throat out.

"Do you even know who I am? I am a member of the house of Black. A pureblood, and you should speak to me with respect!"

The man walked right up to the bars. "Well, guess what," he said. "I don't care. You may be a pureblood, but you are also a convicted murderer and torturer. You deserve to rot in Hell!"

This time the woman really did pounce, her claw-like fingernails reaching through the bars to gouge his eyes out.

The man merely stepped out of harm's way and whipped his wand out.

"Perhaps you do need some time with the dementors," he taunted, before flicking his wand and sending the crazed prisoner backwards, her head rapping hard against the stone wall, making everything spin for a moment before blackness enclosed her.

Ariella woke suddenly, sitting up with a gasp.

"Ella, Ella, are you okay?" Scarlet hurried over to her bedside.

"Yeah, I think so, just a bad dream, that's all."

"Are you sure? Do you want to tell me about it? My mum always says that's the best thing to do when you have a nightmare."

Ariella smiled at Scarlet reassuringly. "I'm fine, it just scared me a little. There was a woman in a prison, but I have never seen her in my life before and… I don't know, it just…"

"Azkaban?"

Ariella frowned. "What?"

"Was it Azkaban, the wizarding prison?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it."

"I thought your sister might have mentioned it, but it seems she hasn't. I've never been personally, but I've been told it's colder and darker than any other prison. It's on a small island were the seas are apparently very rough. And then there are the dementors."

"I've heard of those… the man mentioned them. The man in my dream, the prison warden." Ariella shivered slightly.

"How did you have a dream about somewhere you've never known about before? Is that even possible?" Scarlet asked, frowning. "And who was this woman? The only woman I know that's in Azkaban is Bellatrix Lestrange."

Ariella looked at her friend in horror. "That was the woman! She called herself Bellatrix," she exclaimed and then bit her lip. "But, I don't understand, how can I have dreams about people and places I don't know of? Surely that isn't normal."

"Perhaps it's an after effect of something? Magic can do strange things to people and you haven't been around it for very long. If you're worried, I'm sure you could go to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey may be able to help you."

"True, but I think I'll see if I have another one before I do that. It's probably a lot of fuss over nothing," Ariella said. "But thank you for letting me talk to you about it. Your mum was right, it really does help."

Scarlet smiled. "You're welcome. We'd probably best be getting up, it looks like we're the late risers today. The others are probably down doing their homework in the common room."

As soon as the two girls were ready, they headed down to join their friends in the common room. However, before Ariella could even sit down, she was pulled aside by a very eager Hermione.

"He agreed," she whispered excitedly. "And we put around the school about a meeting yesterday in the Hog's Head and it turns out that a lot of people are interested in Harry teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts. So many people turned up, even I was surprised! So if you and your friends want to join us, I'll let you know when and where the first meeting is."

"He actually agreed to all this?" Ariella asked in shock. She had been certain that he'd have been modest and denied the fact he had done such things.

"Yes, well, after a bit of persuading from Ron and myself, but are you interested?"

"Yes, of course I am! And I'm sure all the Gryffindors in my year will be too. I'll go and mention it now." She went to walk away, but Hermione grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"The more you can get to come, the better," she whispered. "Harry doesn't think that people will be interested, despite the fact about twenty signed up in the Hog's Head yesterday. We need to give him a bit of a morale boost."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they come." And with that, Hermione watched as her younger sister made her way over to the table and started talking to her friends, proud of the fact she was fitting in so well.