A/N: Another chapter rewritten, it's much better too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 4

Bella paced up and down the cell, taking care not to step on Harry who was a sleep, like she should be. It was the middle of the night, stars shining bring in the sky outside the window, and for some unknown reason she was unable to sleep, completely restless like she had been the last few nights.

Thinking about it, she knew it could be from being cooped up in a cell for a couple of weeks, but somehow she didn't believe that was true. The last time she had been in Azkaban in a cell very much like the one she was in then, she had hardly had had very little energy to spare, due to the small amounts of gruel that the prison pitifully called food, which were barely enough to survive on and not exactly what a person would call nourishing or appetising.

Finally, fed up with pacing, she walked over to the small barred window most cells had, something she supposed was there to taunt inmates with their lack freedom by using just a simple view. It worked most of the time too, helping to drive several insane even before the Dementors did when they had still guarded Azkaban.

It was definitely an amazing view. Truly amazing. The cell she shared with Harry was facing inland, and from the window she could see a stretch of water, the North Sea, though it was flat calm at the minute. Beyond that there was a beach, all covered in shells, shale and some seaweed. Next there were the cliffs, probably made of sandstone, or something very similar. And then… And then there were many, many miles of fields, stretching out as far as the eye could see, each separated by hedges, or muggle roads, possibly a few rivers and steams.

To the south she could just make out a large wood, to the North she could see a farm. But straight ahead were fields, and, eventually, if one was to go far enough, freedom.

But nothing in this view, this truly magnificent view, could assist her in figuring out why she could not sleep. There were a great number of problems that could be causing it. The first the sprung to mind was that she had missed several Death Eater meetings since her imprisonment.

That genuinely was something. In all of her time as a Death Eater she had only ever missed meetings when she had been on a mission for her master or when he had first come back, and had been incarcerated at the time. Other than that, she hadn't missed any, even when she had barely been well enough to get out of bed let alone face possible torture for misdemeanours.

Maybe it was being cooped up inside a cell for so long. After all, the gruel had improved slightly (so now it has some sugar, rather than just porridge without milk, just water!) so it gave them more energy, more energy which could be used for the only pastime there was in Azkaban, wishing for freedom and staring out of the bars on the cell windows. But no, it wasn't that.

It was a possibility that she was so restless because this time she was locked up with someone be an ounce of intellect, rather than across the corridor from a pair of total idiots like her husband, Rodulphus, and his brother, Rabastan, who were as brainless as it was possible to be without going into Crabbe and Goyle ignorance levels. The only reason she had married Rodulphus in the first place was because he was a pureblood and her parents had arranged it when they had both been young.

But if that were the case, shouldn't she be more tired from talking with Harry all day, not less? No, that couldn't be the case.

What was wrong with her? It wasn't just that she was restless and wide awake, but it was also the fact that she almost didn't want things to go back to how they had been before she had been imprisoned with Harry, she almost wished the Dark Lord wouldn't come and get her.

That was yet another thing that was bothering her. At the start of their imprisonment together she had called him Potter not just out loud, but in her mind as well. Now he was Potter only out loud, being Harry in her mind. What had taken place to change that? Why had whatever had taken place to change it taken place? She certainly didn't want it to happen... did she? But even as she thought this, she knew, deep down what the answer was, though it was buried far deeper that she was willing to delve at that point, so there was no point in worrying about it. It was probably something stupid, something unnecessary, and something someone could live without.

Finally having enough, she lay down on the floor (there being no beds in the prison) and curled up, a sigh escaping from her lips. Maybe it wasn't to do with Harry. She just didn't know anymore. There was too much going on in her mind.

The next couple of days were dreadfully boring in Azkaban, there being the usual schedule of breakfast and dinner at their allotted times and nothing else until the third Wednesday they spent together in the confines of their cell when something that had only ever happened once before happened again.

A/N: Another chapter redone. I hope you lot like it, because it's a whole lot longer. I think.

Goten-Lupin: I know they are. I hope this chapter's soon enough for you.

Ryua Malfoy: Anything's possible in the realm of Fanfiction. Hopefully I should get the softer side of the Death Eater's in.

Gaul1: Thanks

Lady Sakura: Thanks too.

Launigsiae: I know! I totally need more of this pairing!

The Vampire Story Hunter: Nice name! And I am trying to make the chapters longer, it's just harder nowadays for me to do so. And are you positive there are no others at all? None?

INMH: Thanks, I would never do such thing in a fic where Bella's the main character, and finally here's more (if you're confused they're in the order of your points in the review)

Pegeuk: I am? Dang! I need to see more of this pairing!

Vegita43: Nice hint…

Shadowface: K, I'll try.

Padfootjr23: Why is it that fics where Harry is in Azkaban are so fun to read?

Okay, one more thing before I put this up. If anyone knows a link to any other Harry/Bella fic (it doesn't have to be here on , it could be on any site at all) and would be kind enough to give me the link I would end up worshipping them (okay, I'm officially obsessed with this pairing).