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Power of Darkness

Chapter 2

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Bellatrix filing her nails. She certainly was as crazy as he had always perceived her to be. After all, who would file their nails in the most feared wizard prison in the world? Oh well, at least he had found several ways to annoy her during the past week, and that included what he was doing at that exact moment; banging his head against the cell wall.

"Will you stop that?!" snapped Bellatrix. "It's not only irritating, but it'll take away the very few brain cells you actually have, and it's giving me a migraine!"

Harry just continued. As if he would stop because she asked him. And she insulted him at the same time, so any chance of him stopping had just gone out of the incredibly small cell window.

So far the two of them had had to be contented with one another's company (and they were far from contented from it) apart from twice day when a guard came along with food for them, and for a short period the day after they had woken up when Fudge had visited them.

Cornelius Fudge walked along the corridor in Azkaban which contained prisoners numbers A93DJS2 and O19ARY1, otherwise known as Bellatrix Lestrange and Harry Potter, as if he owned the place, which he basically did thanks to his position of minister of magic. The man's footsteps echoed loudly around the near silent and abandoned prison.

He turned with a superior smile on his face as he looked into one of the few occupied cells in the building which contained one of the wizarding world's most famous people and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I always knew you worked for the Dark Lord all along. It explains so much," he sneered down at the two people inside, the younger of which looked about ready to kill him for that comment, and the other just looked like she was enjoying seeing Potter in ain from the comment.

"I have never served Voldemort," Harry spat out, venom filling the boy's voice. "And I never will."

"Well I'd like to disagree with you there, Potter," Fudge said, smirking. "And so would the Wizengamot."

"W-what?" Harry stuttered out, hardly daring to believe what Fudge was implying.

"Oh, didn't you know? The Wizengamot pronounced you guilty at your trial for, now what was it again? Oh yes, severely breaching the Decree of the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, the Muggle Secrecy Act of 1792, being in the service of the Dark Lord, and several counts of the Dark Arts and the Unforgivables?"

"W-hat?" Harry stuttered again. It couldn't be true. He hadn't been given so much as a trial. It couldn't be true.

"Oh yes, you were given a trial," Fudge's eyes were gleaming now. "But since you were unable to attend for... medical reasons the evidence started to pile up against you. It is rather unfortunate, really."

"W-what do you mean?" Harry stammered. He couldn't have just heard it. He couldn't be a convicted criminal. He just... couldn't.

"I mean," Fudge said, chuckling evilly. "That this is your new home. You had better get comfortable too, 'cause you will be here for a long, long time."

Fudge walked off at that point, and Bellatrix started laughing. Harry just stared in shock out of the cell door. The entire world thought him a criminal - how could it be?


Voldemort sat back in his throne in the middle of his meeting hall in his fortress. Life was good. Harry Potter was imprisoned in a cell in Azkaban for some stupid reason that he could make no real sense of - not that he cared - and the light side of the wizarding world was divided by those who stubbornly believed in Potter's innocence, and those that didn't, making it so much easier for someone to come in a conquer them. Life was good.

There was a problem though, but just the one. There was the whereabouts of his top Death eater - Bellatrix Lestrange. He had sent her on a mission to abduct Potter, and she hadn't come back yet. Hopefully she wasn't it Azkaban, even if it hadn't been in the paper.

There was a knock on the door, and Voldemort ordered whoever was there to enter, glaring down coldly as peter Pettigrew, the disgusting rat that he was, entered, trembling.

"What do you want, rat?" he snarled cruelly, making the man tremble even harder than before.

"M- My Lord, I- I think I know w- what ha- happened to Bellatrix," Wormtail said, sounding remarkably similar to Quirrel. "Sh-she's in A-a-Azka-kaban."

A cruel sneer came to Voldemort's face. This was fortunate, very fortunate indeed. He had been planning on attacking Azkaban anyway, not only to kidnap Potter, but also to free the few Death Eaters that were in there. This would just provide even more incentive.


In Azkaban, Bellatrix was thinking.

She was thinking about the fact that she was currently in Azkaban for the second time in her life, and this time she was sharing a cell with the Boy-Who-Lived, her master's enemy, and she didn't seem to mind it too much. Several questions sprang to her mind when she thought this.

How the hell had she ended up sharing a cell, anyway? She knew for a fact that Azkaban rarely placed more than one person in the same cell, unless it was at a time when there were a large number of prisoners, far too large for the prison, and that nearly never happened. Also, why was Potter, the one person almost the entire world adored and looked up to, in Azkaban in the first place? Sure, she knew that the minister seemed to hold a grudge against Potter (all Potter's, at that) for some extremely strange and immature reason, just as he did with her own family, but that was no reason to lock him away, was it?

But there was one thing that she was really thinking about (apart from when her Lord would free herself and others from the prison). How could one single boy drive her even more insane than the majority of people already said she was?! He was annoying as they came!

She smirked as she heard him stop banging his head Good; maybe she could get some peace for a while. But then again...

Tap! Tap! Tap! TAP! Tap! Tap! TAP! Tap! TAP!

Potter started to drum his fingers in some weird pattern.

"Will you stop that Potter?!" she snapped, hate evident in her voice.

"Why?" he asked, just trying to get under her skin.

"Because I said!"

"So why should I be quiet?"

"Because if you don't I will rip your head off and bathe in your blood!"

"Fine," he said, surprising her greatly at the fact he had actually agreed.

Of course, after a few moments of absolute silence it was broken again by Harry's whistling.

"What is the matter with you?! Can't you be quiet for 5 minutes?!"

"Of course I can. I just don't want to."

Bella started steaming at this point. The boy was so irritating! Oh what she wouldn't give to have her wand! Not to curse him with though. Of course not; there are many more painful things one can do with a wand... Like stick it where the sun doesn't shine.

"Why me?" Bella groaned to herself. "Why did I get stuck sharing a cell with him?!"

Harry looked at her, a look of absolute and utter revulsion appearing on his face.

"Well I'm not exactly ecstatic about sharing a cell with a murderer like you either."

Bella felt her heart clench painfully, but dismissed it as eating too much junk food, or whatever you called the slop they served up here. You certainly couldn't call it healthy.

"Do me a favour and kill yourself."

"I'd never do you a favour, and even if I did, it wouldn't be to kill myself. I'd rather watch you suffer."

"In that case you would make a good Death Eater."

"Don't insult me."

"Why not? It's so much fun! And why not join the Dark Lord? Everybody you care about either thinks you're guilty, or is dead. Like that idiotic cousin of mine."

Harry glared at her for her mention of Sirius, before replying to her second question.

"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."

Bella sat on the floor, hugging her knees close to her, puzzled for a moment, before catching onto his meaning. Apparently the kid would rather die than join her Master at that moment. Maybe she could change that...

A/N: There you go, second chapter rewritten. Here are the original review thanks for the chapter.

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