Petunia stared out her window in a trance. She could see Rose and Dudley. Playing catch smiling, laughing. It was so close she could almost touch the memory. Why weren't they here? Why did they take her babys? Why her? Why did she have to endure so much pain?

Petunia sat up and coughed. She was getting worse, she needed to walk get some fresh air. Petunia stood walking out of her room and down the hall. Passing Dudleys old room. She stooped glancing in. They had left it exactly as he left it when he dissapeared. It was a mess, toys littered the room. Books ripped on the floor.

Perunia rushed away not even glancing at Roses room. They were gone. How could she accept such ahorrible fact? Where the police not trying to look for them?

Petunia tried to resent Rose. She tried very hard, but the more she tried the more she saw the scared girl who came running with out Kate. The crying eyes of her long gone sister.

Petunia Dursley was not happy. She was not was not angry. She was terrified.

Rose sat on the floor shaking. She never got sick. She was the healthy one. Hermione always was sick, not her. She growled. Hermione got her sick. Great. She thought sarcastically.

"Moping princess?" She looked up to see Tom.

"No. I'm shaking. There is a difference Tom." She shrugged standing.

"Watch it Princess. You missed dinner, you need to eat. Can't have you starve now can we?"

"I suppose."

Tom frowned, raising an eyebrow as he did. "You suppose? Come now Rose this cold can't have you that sick?" He pushed a piece of hair away from her face.

"Alright Tom, yes I can't starve. Is that what you want to hear?" She snapped. Roose never snapped, especially at Tom.

Tom grabbed her chin and lifted her head torwdes him. "Change your attitude." He whispered. "Or we will have some difficulties." He let her go.

Rose shifted her stance to one of a more defensive person. "I'm sorry Tom. I should not have snapped at you. I'm just annoyed."

"Thats better Princess."

Hermione walked curiously through the dungeon. As far as she knew it had only been used once. Blood splattered the walls and floor. She shivered thinking of Tom torturing a poor child. She could almost picture it.

But then again nothing is innocent. Not even children, when they learn the horrors of the world there vision is tinted. There innocence slowly fading. Rose must have hers ripped from her, most definitely not gently. Her parents weren't the most caring, though she couldn't really count on what Rose said. She was about seven when she last saw them. Right before she murdered them.

As for Tom, well she wasn't sure about him she knew almost nothing. What could the world have down to make him like this? Had it been so cruel to ruin the child from the start? Or naybe the wizarding world did this. Their prejudice torwdes muggleborns and half bloods. Their own hippocratic ways. Had it edged away what innocence he had left?

And finnaly Hermione her self. Could she still be considered "Innocent" in the world's mind? Compared to Rose and Tom she was an angle. But then again she didn't have much innocence from the start. Being bullied did that to a person. Hermione feared rejection, she wanted the wizarding world to accept her. But they didn't. They hated her for her blood. Its all a mascara in the end, everyone in the gowns and mask. Pretending to be something there not. Draco was right, everyone wore a mask.

Maybe that was it. Maybe the wizarding world broke their innocence. Was magic at the root of all her problems?

Hermioen stopped short. She thought she heard a raspy breath. "Please." She heard from a corner. Hermione turned and alnost screamed.

The man sitting there was in rags, his hair matted and long. He looked as if he had not sleeped in ages.

"Is he taking children now?"

"What?"

He seemed to roll his eyes at her. "You know him. He's not just taking Azkaban Prisoners is he?"

Hermione frowned. She had a funny feeling Rose had asked for a prisoner of her own. It sounded far to close to what she would have done for Hermione to dismiss the thought.

"I'm sorry sir. But I live here now. I suppose he did kidnap me but only so Rose would have a friend." Her lessons were starting to come in handy. Lady Malfoy had said politics and politeness is all you need in life if you knew how to use it.

He gave her a crooked smile. "Really now? Oh where are my manners eh? I'm," he paused for a moment. "I'm padfoot."

"I'm Hermione."

"Its nice to meet you Hermione. How long have you been here?" He inquired, his voice raspy from lack of use.

"A few months. Its nice here I suppose. Though Rose and Tom are crazy. Tom more then Rose. Rose has her moments though." Hermione shrugged as if use to it by now.

"Tom?"

"Your kidnapper."

"Oh."

While Hermione was talking to the prisoner Rose was sitting at the table with an annoyed expression. She was reluctantly eating, she felt like she would barf it up.

"Take a potion if you feel so bad." Tom said walking past her sipping her tea.

"I've taken six." Rose replied.

"Amune to potions then? Well you'll just have to let it pass. I'll call Narccissa and have her check on you." Tom sat across from her giving her a peircing stare.

"I just want to die." She mumbled.

"Don't say that. You don't know what happens when you die."

"And you do? It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not dying anytime soon."

Tom narrowed his eyes at her. "Your death could happen at anytime, anywhere, and by anybody. It could be painless or painful. But it could happen. It will happen. No matter what. The closest you will get is delaying your death. Even I will die."

Rose gave him an uninterested look. "Yes Tom I know." She put her cup down and sighed. "Where is Hermione?"

Tom frowned looking briefly at the door as if expecting her to walk in. "In the dungeon I believe." He said.

Rose sat up. "Why?" She questioned.

"Curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"No knowledge did, curiosity was just framed for the murder."

"True."

Rose tried to stand but promptly tripped over her self.

"I'll get her if you want Princess. You are in no confition to get her your self."

Rose glared walking torwdes the door. "Fine." He heard her say.

Tom walked behind Hermione slowly. Why had she decided it was a good idea to talk to the prisoner? He thought annoyed. Everyone was making him annoyed today.

"Hernione." He siad making his presence known.

Hermione jumped turning around. "Oh Tom you scared me."

Tom raised an eyebrow ar her. Rose was really rubbing off on her. They would need to touch up her hair. The red was fading.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was bored "

"So the dungeons was a suitable choice?"

"There was nothing else to do."

"We have a library."

"We do?" With that Hermione ran off in a rush only to come back.

"Where exactly?"

"Three doors to the right, second floor."

"Thank you."

Whatever Narccissa was teaching them it was working. They had a range of good manners now, plus Hermione was warming up to him.

"Now Sirius, why are you talking to her?"