A/N: Ok, the first chapter will be a short one, since well it was the first chapter, but please read, it would do me good and please tell me what you think!

Chapter One: Imprisonment.

As he lay in his cell he remembered the last betrayal. Pictures of his past ran through his mind, his two best friends, his family and his parents... He shook his head and forced himself to think about something else as those memories were too horrible to think about. As the cell grew quieter the rattling from outside the bars grew louder.

Water was pushed through an opening of the open cell door, followed by a small helping of bread. He didn't move, one he wasn't hungry and two he had no energy left to actually go to fetch his food. A rattling breath was outside and gruesome pictures of death and decay flashed in front of his eyes and by the time he had opened his eyes a second later it was gone. He knew that he would eat in a long time so he slowly made his way on the floor to the food. When he finally got there, he pulled himself back onto the stone cold slab called a bed.

The young prisoner blinked and slowly pushed the food and water onto the bed and tried to get back up onto it, he stared at the food and reluctantly moved a thin bony hand towards the food, he picked up a piece of bread and stuck it into his mouth. He took a couple of weak bites and bitterly chewed it.

"How long since he last talked?" asked a woman in her early twenties. A Short thin woman turned round and faced her.

"So far, last time he ever spoke a word was when he was bought here, 7 years ago." She answered.

Hermione could guess that he wouldn't have talked anyway. He was under a lot of pain, after they all betrayed him, herself included, and she looked through the bars.

"I see, I guess he's really suffering with the Dementors…" she mumbled.

"Not really," answered the short woman. Hermione's head jerked upwards. Seeing the confused on her face the women added. "They were taken away six years ago by the minister."

"Thank, Tonks…"she told the woman, who gave her a small smile in return. "I can't believe they threw him in here, no proof, no trail, nothing. I mean, those who say had seen him, they were all Death Eaters…" she whispered.

"Well, to give you an update of what he's been doing the last six years is fairly easy and not very long." Tonks muttered. "Ever since I started doing this job, six years ago, all he ever does is the same thing, Lean over or pull himself over to get his food, eat it then sit there all day staring at the wall in front of him, I have tried to communicate with him, but its as if he's deaf, or sleeping, even though we all know he isn't and his eyes are open, he blinks too. I feel really anxious; he hasn't talked in ages, years even…

"I feel so helpless, not being able to do anything, well I do sneak him in better food than bread and water but still, there isn't much I can do, is there, I am forced to see a friend of mine sitting here all day and stare at black walls." She told Hermione as a tear fell down her face.

"Tonks, don't cry, it's not your fault…" Hermione said, trying to comfort her as she held Tonks into a soft hug.

"We all couldn't have stopped him from going dark could we?" she asked Tonks." He never listened to us, don't you get it, and he feels like if we betrayed him, sending him to Azkaban, without a trial. I'm glad Fudge was voted off, or else he'd be in here even longer, I'm glad it was Authur that dealed with Harry, but he couldn't really stop what Fudge did. As there was no proof of what he had or hadn't done… We can't help him if he doesn't talk…"she directed at Tonks.