Azkaban prison. One of the most horrible places to be in the wizarding world. But she went there with the man she adored, Draco Malfoy. Catia Dolohov, a small girl with short reddish brown hair and piercing blue/green eyes, had not seen her father or Dracos father in over a year. After their fifth year at Hogwarts Lucius Malfoy was taken to Azkaban and Antonion, well he went back to Lord Voldemort. Draco and Catia had been through some hard times, especially at school. They were shunned for what their fathers did and yet they had done nothing. The rest of the school was still afraid of them, but what could a few 16 year olds control?
Draco stepped off of the boat first, held out his hand, and helped Catia out. He adjusted his cloak, and linked arms with his companion. Catia tightened her coat, for the icy breeze cut like a knife against bare skin. Both Slytherins looked up at the desolate building. It looked as if no one had ever occupied it; Catia shivered as they approached the entrance. A dementor was standing at the door apparently waiting for them. The ministry official followed them the cell where Malfoy Senior was being held. The corridor of which they were currently traveling was very dank and smelled like mold, Catia didn't care for this smell, and so she pulled her scarf over her nose.
The cell that Lucius was in was quite small and had very high ceilings with a small window. Draco entered the room first holding the hand of Catia, closely followed by the ministry official. Lucius was sitting calmly on the edge of his cot starring at the stone floor.
"Father? Its me, Draco" The former Death Eater didn't respond. Draco tried again,
"Father, Its your son, Draco, you know, the only one you have."
Lucius slowly looked up at his son; his hair was matted and greasy and he looked as though he hadn't eaten in weeks. His eyes were cold as he stared at his son, "yes, thank you for seeing me Draco. I'm sure your mother doesn't want to see me, that's why you're here…"Lucius trailed off like that every time he spoke.
"Father, Mother wanted to come, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it…you know, seeing you like this. It would break her heart."
"Oh, I see…who is this with you son?"
"Erm, this is Catia, you know, Antonion's daughter. You remember her from our Christmas party last year right?"
"Hello sir, its very good to see you again," Catia smiled at the aging man.
"Yes, how could I forget such a charming young girl, do you know where your father is my dear?"
"Um, no. The ministry tells me he probably retreated with You-Know-Who after what happened last year sir." Catia looked down at the floor. Discussing her fathers retreat back to the Dark Lord always made her weary.
"Have you heard from him dear? Anything at all? Anything from Lord Voldemort?" Lucius crawled over to Catias feet and held on to her waist as if begging her for some reassurance.
"Mr. Malfoy, that will be enough," the ministry official said with a stern voice. "these children have been through enough from what choices you have made, do not upset them anymore. They came to tell you that they will be at your hearing next month, now it is time for us to be moving on. Say 'good day" children." The ministry official turned on his heels towards the door.
"Good day sir."
"Good bye Father." Draco and Catia walked slowly away from the cell with solemn looks upon their faces. They worried what they were going to tell Narcissa.