The line begins to blur.

Elizabetha sat next to her best friend in a grimy locked room in the centre of Azkaban, awaiting their fate. They didn't speak, nor glance at each other; they just simply listened to one another's breathing. Elizabetha closed her eyes in pain, as her wrists became swollen from the ropes binding them together. She tried shifting on the uncomfortable chair, but to her dissatisfaction she made it worse. Sirius noticed her shifting around but wouldn't bother wasting his energy by turning his head to look at her, his best female friend turned traitor. He snorted.

Minutes went by and it almost seemed like an hour before the silence was broken. Sirius had to admit to himself that he just couldn't handle it any longer.

"Why?" He asked bluntly. She jumped. She looked up at him and then back to the dirty floor, and began her explanation. At the end, Sirius sat there and stared blankly, a look of shock on his face but his eyes transfixed on nothing. She didn't expect him to say something in reply.

Moments later several men walked into the room, including Cornelius Fudge. He looked furious.

"Many are dead, and many muggles are roaming the streets asking thousands of questions as to what happened this night." Fudge pursed his lips together and raised his voice slightly. "Do you have any idea as to how much trouble the Ministry is in?" He paced the floors, as Elizabetha and Sirius remained silent.

"I believe you," he said with a sharp emphasis on you and stared at Sirius, "Was V…You-know-who's right hand man, am I correct?" Sirius looked up and opened his mouth to protest but Fudge continued on. "I am rather shocked you informed him of the Potter's whereabouts, as the Ministry worked very hard to help bring the Potter's into safety. I was told you were their best friend, and worst yet, young Harry Potter's godfather! This is strictly appalling! I just hope there aren't anymore of you running around, or else this country will be in serious trouble!" His face grew redder with anger as he spoke. Sirius stared at the floor, unsure what to think or what to say. He decided it best to wait for the end. "And Peter Pettigrew is dead, as well! Also as I was told, from a classified source, he was one of your best mates! Honestly, Sirius Black, you are a man of wonder. Deceiving all these innocent young people to confide in you and then you go on and kill them all. Astounding. And those Muggles. You must be mad?" Fudge still paced. Sirius grew angrier.

"If I may have a word in," Sirius began, his voice harsher than Elizabetha has ever heard before, "I did not inform You-know-who of the Potter's whereabouts. I didn't even know where they had been. It was Pettigrew." Fudge stared at him, his lips still pursed, and his eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, I did murder him! I have no guilt in it! But it is because he betrayed his best friend!" Sirius shouted. Fudge still stared at him as if he didn't say anything.

"Sirius Black, I am sentencing you an entire life sentence in Azkaban! For murder and betrayal. And you," He turned to Elizabetha. "You, I don't even know who you are, but you are also being sentenced to life for assistance of a murder." Fudge looked at both of them furiously as one man leaned into him and whispered something in his ear. "Ah, yes, Elizabetha Lestrange, that is your name. Well, consider yourselves tried upon and punished. Goodnight gentlemen, er, and lady." Fudge stormed out of the room and two of the four men followed. The other two stayed behind and hauled Sirius and Elizabetha out of their chairs and nearly dragged them down a corridor to their cells. First they removed the ropes that bonded their wrists together and then they threw each of them into separate cells side by side, locked the doors shut, and walked away. Elizabetha sat down on the floor angrily, not caring what she was sitting on. She gazed around the foul smelling cell and at the stonewalls that were stained with what she didn't want to find out. She reached her hand into her pocket hoping to grasp her wand but realised that was the first thing they took away from them when they arrived at Azkaban. Sirius leaned against the wall and slid down slowly. He didn't bother glance at Elizabetha. They sat in silence for a moment then she thought it was a good time to speak.

"That man Cornelius Fudge, you're minister, is really a load of shit. I've never met anyone more dull and stupid before." Sirius snorted.

"I know someone more stupider… Me." She shot a glance at him.

"What?" He didn't look at her.

"Me, for trusting you." He almost whispered. "I cannot believe all this time you had been fooling me. You're worse than that goddamn traitor Peter." This made her revolt. She jumped to her feet quickly and faced him.

"Don't you ever compare me to that damn foul man! It was neither my idea nor my decision to betray a best friend!" He turned to face her and spoke calmly but mockingly.

"But I see betrayal of best friends must run well with your dear Lord." Her eyes widened.

"I NEVER LIED TO YOU SIRIUS! I JUST NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" She shouted so it echoed off the walls in a deafening sound. Sirius looked away from her and stared at the dirty floors. She stood there, still angry and panting. She wished he would speak up again for she needed to emit some anger. Moments of silence went by and she still stood there wishing to release her negative energy. Sirius didn't speak. The silence calmed her some.

"I'm sorry, Sirius." She turned away and sat down on the floor once more. "I truly am." Sirius sat there still speechless and nodded his head gently, even though she couldn't see. Again, she didn't expect a reply. She sat in silence, her own miserable silence. A man dressed in stained clothing and a sweaty and greasy face came by and stopped in front of Elizabetha's cell. He opened it.

"C'mere, you." He said with a heavy Scottish accent, as he strolled in and grabbed her by the arm quite harshly. She stood up with his help and shook him off.

"Get off me, you dirty bastard." She demanded with a sharp tone. He ignored her and grabbed her again, but this time by the neck. He came close to her face so that she could smell his foul breath breathing on her velvety white complexion. Sirius looked up in alarm.

"Don't you talk to me like that, Miss Pretty." He snarled and tired dragging her away. She threw him off and slammed him into the stone wall. She had her hands gripped around his fat throat in seconds.

"Then don't put your nasty hands on me, or you'll get worse then a talkback." She snarled back much more fiercer than his. His face contorted into a struggling expression, but her strength was defeating his, impressively. "Now, let's talk business while I've got you here. Obviously you work in this hell, and obviously you can get me out." He glared at her.

"Never, missy. Yer in 'ere to do yer time. It's fair game." She shoved him a little harder into the wall, making him wince a bit.

"You get me out of here," She began, her voice sounding powerful and demanding, "And I promise you will be rewarded heavily." He didn't think on the thought and again tried to get out of her hold. She smirked. "You won't be able to escape. Not unless I take my hands off you, and I won't promise that I will." Her force was great, and impressed herself. She was unleashing power she never knew she was capable of, but she realised that she was being told she was great the moment she came into this time. She somehow knew she'd have a lot more to release than just strength.

"Well, I'm not lettin' you out. You won't win so just give it up, will yeh?" Her face snarled once more.

"You'll be sorry." She insisted. He laughed madly.

"Oh yeah? How's that work? You 'aven't got a wand!" She smirked.

"I don't need one." She whispered eerily. Sirius was now standing and eyeing the scene but didn't dare speak a word. He felt that she could handle it without his assistance and the thought seemed to scare him.

The man didn't speak but instead spat in her face. Rage built up and she threw him against the iron bars violently and he fell to the floor. She jumped over to him and picked him up and slammed him into the iron bars again, and held him there, pressing him in further. Her grip grew tighter around his throat and he was gasping for air.

"Don't you ever pull another stupid stunt like that again, you fuckhead." She growled. His face was turning a shade of maroon and turning into a light purple as oxygen and blood flow were cut off. She closed in tighter, like a boa constrictor closing in on its prey. She smirked. "You're just asking to die, aren't you?" He couldn't speak. She cocked an eyebrow. "Don't have much to live for, no?" Her smirk grew violent. Sirius couldn't bear it.

"Elizabetha, stop this right now! You're going to get yourself into more trouble! You don't need that attention right now." He shouted, making it known that he understood Elizabetha's purpose. She still gripped tightly on the man's throat but her face softened. Sirius was accepting her.

The man was gasping and shaking to get out furiously when she finally released him. The man fell to the floor gasping for air still. He looked up at her with terror.

"Don't you dare speak of this. I'll know. I'll find you." She whispered the last bit. The man didn't nod but instead stood up, walked out of the cell, and locked it and ran away. Elizabetha turned to Sirius and strode over to the iron bars that separated their cells.

"You know, that scared me a bit." Sirius said with a matter-of-fact tone. She raised her eyebrows. "You've got a lot of power. It's amazing." She fell very silent.

"Yeah." She whispered staring at him.

"But… point is, I can't be mad at you for long." She smiled.

"'Course not." He smiled also.

"I'm not agreeing at all why you came here," He hesitated and drew a deep breath, "But you're one of my best mates and I trust you. A lot. And I'll," he hesitated again, "help you out in any way that I can." She laughed.

"You don't have to. I know it's not your 'thing'." He nodded.

"Yeah." He glanced around and sighed. "So we'll be spending our whole lives in here then." He sat down on the floor without a care in the world. She eyed him curiously.

"You're not one to give up, Sirius. I see that in you."

He glanced up at her.

"Well, there isn't much to do, right? And besides, Fudge was right, I did murder tonight." She sighed. He was right, there wasn't a thing that could help them escape. At least not now.

"No, Sirius, you didn't." He stared at her attentively. "We're both innocent." She said almost casually. She turned to face him. "You did not kill Peter Pettigrew. I'm sure you are aware that he is an animagus?" Sirius nodded blankly.

"Are you saying he escaped?"

She nodded gravely.

"That fool!" Sirius jumped up immediately and shouted various curses. "That bloody fool! Oh, mark my words, Liz, if I ever come across that man again, he will be dead. I assure you that." Elizabeth nodded her head.

"He's only a servant to my Lord. He wouldn't care if Pettigrew was dead." She commented. "So, kill him if you will." Elizabetha hid a smirk. She knew more than him…

Days went by slowly. There was nothing better for Elizabetha and Sirius to do while sitting in their cells, staring at the filthy lifeless walls and wasting their life away. They talked quietly amongst themselves in the shadows that were cast aimlessly in their cells. They both suffered when the Dementor's did their daily "feeding". It was a dreadful first few days.

Weeks began and ended. The weeks turned into months. The months turned into years.

Sirius and Elizabetha were looking awful.

Sirius' hair was a knotty mess and his clothes were torn and ripped. A prickly beard was forming once more. They only allowed him to shave every other week. He was skinnier. His body looked frail and his eyes justified that weakness. He wasn't the young handsome Sirius Black that presented his most suave smile at the ladies. He was the tired, tortured Sirius Black who would waste all his energy on a single half-smile.

Elizabetha didn't speak to Sirius as much as she used to. Maybe it was because her and Sirius talked about every subject possible the first week they were there. But, it was more likely the pain she was experiencing. Her velvety white complexion possessed minor scars and fresh wounds from being tortured by the men who came in every so often to check up and Sirius and her. Her long smooth hair was messy and knotted and had lost its sheen. She appeared paler and weaker. Her already skinny body had turned to just a bony resemblance. Her eyes showed coldness. Her appearance, however, was only a minor detail in her torment. Her mind was focused solely on escaping that damned prison and killing those who ever did her wrong at her time spent there. Every man that walked in to see her over the few years, she took note of. Every little detail possible. She wanted every last one of them to suffer the way she did, or worse. Her attitude grew poorer; she wasn't polite or sweet, but instead was replaced by an arrogant enraged young lady who would not show any mercy once she left that prison.

She sat slumped against a wall she had become so acquainted with since she arrived at Azkaban. Sirius lay on the floor, sleeping almost peacefully.

Her head picked up at the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

Come for another go, have you? She smirked devilishly. Her smirk faded when a man with long white blonde hair stopped in front of her cell and stared at her through icy eyes. Lucius Malfoy. She jumped up.

"Malfoy!" she hissed. She was confused whether she was happy to see him or ashamed of the state of her condition in prison.

"Ms. Lestrange. How very nice to see you again." He drawled slowly. "How's prison life, dear?" She glowered at him.

"How does it look, Malfoy?" She emphasized the Malfoy harshly.

"It looks like 11 years has done you well." He stated sarcastically.

"11 years? Has it been only that long?" She took a step forward. "So, why have you come here Malfoy? Come to enjoy my agony?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"No, actually, I came to speak to you about arrangements for getting out of here." He whispered. She stepped closer.

"You can do this, can you?"

He nodded. "I have been meeting with the ministry for a few weeks now. It is going to be a while before a decision is made and kept. But I am doing my best and fighting for you to be released." She smirked.

"Well done. How are things, er, going?"

Lucius caught her drift.

"Not very well, Ms. Lestrange. Our Lord inhabited the back of a man named Quirrell's head, but that was rather unsuccessful. If you ask me, I didn't think it would have worked out anyway. And Potter has defeated him once again." He glared at her. "And we are losing the faithful." He whispered dangerously. "Pettigrew is nowhere to be found. Snape left and has a teaching position at Hogwarts, where my son is currently attending his second year. Karkaroff has left as well. Crouch is serving a lifetime sentence here, of course you wouldn't know seeing you probably haven't left your cell since you got here. And your parents are on temporary leave." Elizabetha raised her eyebrow to this. He smirked. "But, another plan has been established, with praise to me, for I invented this plan." Elizabetha stared at him. She didn't ask further questions, as it was too risky. "So, I shall be off, Ms. Lestrange. Enjoy the rest of your stay." He added sardonically. He turned and began walking away, leaving her standing there quietly. He stopped.

"By the way, Ms. Lestrange," He spoke as he spun to face her, "You mother gave birth to you about 5 years ago. She said she hopes that she becomes just as beautiful as you. Before you went into Azkaban, that is." He added with a sick and mocking smirk. He walked away briskly as Elizabetha shot random curse words at him, wishing they were daggers.

Nearly a year after Lucius and Elizabetha's meeting, Sirius spoke to her of his plans of escaping.

"I've been thinking about it for a few years. I never mentioned it to you because I didn't know of a way for you to escape as well… I wouldn't want you in here alone." He spoke softly staring at her battered face. "But, I had overheard some conversation between you and Lucius Malfoy some while ago." He added. She stared at him simply, finding words to speak.

"Well, as your reasoning for not telling me of your escape plans is my very own reasoning as well. So we're even, Sirius."

"But, we don't know when you'll be leaving. I could easily leave any moment I want to. Correct?"

She glared at him. "Yes, Sirius, I understand that. Just leave without me. You don't have to sit around and wait; I can handle it on my own, thanks." She snapped. Sirius has gotten used to her snaps and rude remarks. He understood that she was being hurt mentally, but, to what extent, he was unsure of. He nodded gravely.

"Fine. I leave without you."

Days later Sirius successfully transformed into his animagus form. Elizabetha watched him as he trotted out of his cell as one of the Dementor's opened it to receive a daily feeding. The shaggy haired dog gave one last look at Elizabetha, and she stared with cold eyes back.

"Just leave!" She hissed.

The dog ran off. Sirius was gone.

Elizabetha sat in her cell, her back against the cold stonewall once again. She stared blankly at the floor in front of her, her long hair falling over her face creating a tangled curtain. It was almost a year since she last saw Sirius. She regretted not seeing him for so long. He was still her best friend after all.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching. It was footsteps she had been waiting for, for too long. There stood before her two men, one with long white blonde hair and a sly smirk playing on his lips, and the other holding a set of keys. Keys to unlock the cell. She perked her head up as the door flew open.

"Come, Ms. Lestrange. It's time to go home."