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Chapter 2- Azkaban

Normal POV- 14 years later

A cell inside of Azkaban prison.

The prisoner sat in the damp, dark cell all alone, thinking about the past, but she couldn't do it for long; anything remotely happy would be literally sucked out of her as soon as a guard past by. Prisoner #1249 had been there for so long that she had learned to work the system as best she could, think of happiness right after guard checks, and you might be able to keep those rebellious thoughts for 5 minutes. Her time was up, a guard was coming, she began to think of the day she was arrested. The guard floated by her cell, stopping momentarily, the Aurors surrounded her, and the guard continued on.

Many people had been driven mad in mere weeks but #1249 had been strong for almost 14 years, knowing of her innocence she could let go of the guilt. The true Death Eater in the cell beside her mumbled to themselves and rocked back and forth all day, and then cried in their sleep. She was used to how he screamed whenever the Dementor would glide by, used to how she hated herself for not caring anymore.

Outside of the prison, same day.

Cornelius Fudge inelegantly jumped from the boat on the grimy beach outside of the fortress. Looking up he squinted into the bright sun, taking in the sheer size of the building, he gasped when a large black cloaked figure stepped into his line of view. The Dementors didn't speak but Fudge had been here enough times that he learned to just shut up and follow them through the inspection. 2 ½ years ago he didn't follow their instructions and it allowed a highly dangerous criminal to escape, the whole situation had been very embarrassing for his entire office, Sirius Black, known right hand man of Who-Know- Who was off walking around Great Britain, free as a bird! Fudge had set men on the case and he had almost had him up at Hogwarts. That whole situation left Fudge red in the face, but trying to catch Black was next to impossible, like trying to catch smoke with your bear hands. The hunt was still on and that damn Dumbledore wouldn't tell Fudge what he knew; Fudge hated him for that. At least the public had now calmed down about it, he could try and save face.

The Minister for Magic followed the Death Eater up the short pathway to the wizards detention center entrance, Fudge, although he would never admit it, was scared of this place. The tall stone walls and the wailing prisoners, or even worse the prisoners who seemed perfectly sane and stared at him with hatred behind their eyes. When Fudge reached the gates he turned in his wand (so that the prisoners couldn't snatch it away) and met with the warden for the inspection tour. The warden was a man named Miles Coben, a grisly middle aged man with stringy dark hair and glassy eyes, Fudge always figured that the warden had earned his appearance by all these years with the Dementors and he almost pitied him for it….almost. But Coben was not helpful with Fudges generosity, he was a rude, bitter man and the Minister feared that a large amount of the prisons stench came from the warden himself. Coben greeted the minister and without a word, ushered the politician through a door with the words "Suicidals" emblazoned on it. Fudge cringed and walked through.

The prisoners here were all the ones who had given up on ever being released and took to trying to find ways to end their pathetic lives, whether by refusing to eat or finding rocks to cut into their arms. The truly desperate ones had been stripped of their clothes for trying to make a noose out of them. The inmates reached out to him and screamed obscenities and threw whatever they had of their pathetic meals at his awful lime green bowler. Coben ordered a Dementor to the hallway and the detainees were quiet. Fudge shuddered and the pair went to the top level to see the high security inmates, the place where Fudge had seen Sirius Black before, this was the floor that had been nicknamed "Death Eater Alley," for almost every Death Eater that had ever been caught was locked up here. The cells were small 6x6 cubes with no windows and the only light came from the bars leading to the hallway, they had small cots and many had what looked like attempted calendars cut into the stone walls. Coben had a sick smile upon his grotesque face as he explained to Fudge the extra security measures that were being taken to prevent any more "unfortunate mistakes." Fudge examined the prisoners faces as he walked past, many had the usual blank stares, some were sleeping and others were trying to get Fudges attention. As he walked around the corner he saw one of the most frightening kind of inmates, the ones who stared him down. Generally he would look away but this woman would not let him go, it was as if she was trying to read his mind, she could see through him. The minister stopped Coben mid-speech and inquired about her. Coben looked down at his clipboard and simply remarked, "Prisoner #1249, incarcerated as a Death Eater, been here 14 years next Tuesday."

"I also use to be a ministry worker, does your little paper tell you that?" Fudge was surprised by the woman's voice, he had expected a hoarse deep sound, or nothing at all. But instead her voice was powerful and very feminine, it intrigued him. Coben began to usher a Dementor to her cell but Fudge placed a hand upon his shoulder and walked over to her.

"What is your name?" He asked brusquely.

She smiled an amused grin and replied, "I don't know if I remember it Cornelius. Its been so long since someone asked me that."

"Cornelius? Have we met before?"

"Not in person, but I heard the curses being yelled at you from all the way downstairs." She looked into his eyes again and she had him, her occlumecy was still sharp even after all these years. She saw his days at the office of complete frustration, his night times spent alone and his fear of failure. Fudge pulled away and Coben then called the Dementor to the cell. Fudge was shaking and furious at being embarrassed like that. A witch in prison could over power him so easily. #1249 almost felt badly from him…almost.

For her little "stunt with the Minister" she was given 2 weeks cut rations. It was only to weaken her so that they could move her to the suicidal corridor, let them try, she'd be ready for the bastards. Prisoner #1249, a.k.a Persephone Parker had been in Azkaban for so long that a few weeks of 2 pieces of bread and water was a small price to pay for some entertainment. She knew she could escape if she wanted to, she had gone over the scenarios a thousand times in her mind. But what was there for her to escape to? As far as she knew, Harry was happy with his aunt and uncle, the Dark Lord was dead and Sirius was rotting away in some other cell inside the fortress. If she were to escape where would she go? Persephone refused to live her life on the run.

Oh if only she knew….

To Be Continued…

I know- lots shorter, but I covered the basics and Persephone's still a badass after all these years.

Next time: An old friend visits the prison with an offer for Coben….