"How do you make the blood potion?" asked Draco. They were sitting around that night, not really knowing what to do. This was one of the days when Draco wasn't overly busy.

"I'll show you," said Winter.

She pulled out a cauldron and poured in water. She showed Draco how hot to make the water and then added in most of the ingredients. First she dropped in a leg of a frog.

"Why?" asked Draco.

"Ask Sev, he came up with it," shrugged Winter.

She put in some powdered snake teeth and then a bit of sugar. They even added a little bit of pine needle.

"But I need blood," stated Winter as she sat back on her heels. She stirred the potion and watched it changed to a dark blue. Once the blood was added, the swirling clouds came in and the blood red colour.

"Wanna try mine?" asked Draco.

"I bet it'll be better than Sev's," said Winter. "We have, pretty much, the same blood. Well, had."

Draco rolled up his sleeve, and Winter found a knife. She sat back down next to him and held his wrist over the cauldron. She made a slit on his wrist going down his arm, and watched, her eyes glowing with hunger, as the blood poured into the cauldron.

The colour changed, and the clouds came in. She got a wrap and put it around Draco's wrist. She had already stopped breathing. She stirred the potion quickly and then dipped a finger in it. She licked the potion off and then turned to Draco.

"What?" asked Draco, taking in the wild look in her eyes and the girl licking her lips.

"More," she hissed and tackled Draco. She pinned him to the ground, breathing deep. She was going crazy inside, wanting more of the sweet taste of his blood.

"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Draco shouted at the top of his lungs.

Winter bent in, leaning towards his neck. The door burst open at that time, and Snape ran in. He pulled Winter off, locking his arms tightly around her waist.

"Get out of here, Draco," said Snape. "Now."

Draco stared at the trashing vampire in Snape's arms before scrambling to his feet and running. Snape found an extra bottle of potion and popped the top. He yanked Winter's mouth open and dumped it down her throat.

Once she had calmed down, she dropped to her knees. Snape knelt beside her. Her shoulder shook, but no tears fell.

"It's okay, Winter," said Snape, holding his twin.

"No it's not!" she cried. I could have killed him!"

"Winter! Winter, look!" Draco called. They were sitting up in the Astronomy Tower, and Winter was trying to do some last minute ancient runes homework.

Winter looked up from her book. Draco was pointing down to the grounds. Winter got up and looked down.

Out on the grounds, there were Ministry Officials. Winter could tell. They were arguing with someone, pointing wands and making forceful movements. Then she realized who the other wizard was.

Dumbledore.

What was he doing, arguing with the Officials? What do they want?

"Why are they here?" whispered Winter. "I thought they had all the information they wanted."

"Same," said Draco. "Well, they have to want something."

They managed to push past Dumbledore. As they watched, Dumbledore looked up at them. He appeared between them seconds later.

"I thought you couldn't Apparate on school grounds?" asked Winter.

"That's not important right now, Winter," he said, putting his hands on both of her shoulders. "They've figured out who you are. They've matched you to that knife. Winter, they've come to arrest you. They're going to take you to Azkaban."

"No, I-I can't go!" screamed Winter.

"We don't have time for this," said Dumbledore. He looked at the door and started pulling her towards it. As they reached it, Draco watching, frozen, it burst open. The Officials stepped in, wands pointed at Winter and Dumbledore. One pulled Draco out of the room.

"Winter!" he shouted, reaching towards her.

"Draco!" she called back, stepping forward. One of them pushed her back.

They closed the door behind them.

"Winter Snape," said the one in front.

"Wrong girl," lied Winter. "Never heard of her. Besides, I'm sixteen." This, too, was a lie.

"No, Winter Snape," said the man again. "Get Dumbledore out of here."

The last two grabbed Dumbledore and roughly got him out of the door. The last man stepped closer to Winter. She backed up, standing close to the edge.

"Alright, Winter, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said. "You're charged with the murder of Tobias Snape, your father."

"That bastard deserved it," Winter hissed, no longer caring. "He deserved it after what he did."

"And what did he do?" he asked, watching Winter carefully, making sure she didn't jump.

"It's not my business to tell you," said Winter.

She turned and threw herself off the side of the castle. She changed to a bat and quickly flew away. But as she finally got over the forest, a spell hit her.

She fell to the ground, being bashed by the trees. When she hit the ground, not five feet from the forest, she couldn't move. She felt like every bone in her body had been broken. Her body reverted back to a human's, and she lay there, her eyes shut, her fangs showing.

The man approached, pointing his wand at her.

"Bastard," muttered Winter before blacking out.

The man picked up her body roughly, in a way that would make her want to die if she was awake and human. He changed his mind and tossed her back on the ground. Her left arm bent in a way it should never bend. He used his wand and muttered a spell, waving it over her body. The bones mended themselves, and he picked her up again.

He started walking as the other two came out, followed closely by Snape.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" he shouted, shoving past them. He pulled Winter out of the man's arms, not caring about Winter's unconscious form and what pain she could feel later.

"She's being arrested, charged for the murder of your father," said the man, taking Winter back. "If you try to resist, you'll be going with her."

"Go to hell," hissed Snape. He reached out and pulled Winter's jaw down. "She's a vampire, you know. She needs blood or blood potion. I suggest giving her the blood potion."

"She's not getting either," said the man. He glared at Snape and walked away, Winter hanging limply in his arms.

Snape tried not to show any emotion, any tears, as he and the others walked away from the grounds. He fell to his knees, watching them, lip trembling slightly. He felt like a little boy again when he would start to cry after his father dragged his mother out, unconscious.

He sniffled and felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up McGonagall. She pulled his up.

"There's nothing we can do, Severus," she said. "You'll be able to visit her, of course."

When Winter did come to, she was sprawled out on the ground of a cell. She sat up, holding her throbbing head in her hands. Her body was sore, but didn't hurt as much as when she fell through the trees.

"Where am I?" she whispered. Then she saw the door. She got up slowly, staggering a bit, and walked to the door. She looked out through the bars and saw something black fly by.

She jumped back, startled. What was that? The door opened, and Winter stepped back further until she was backed into the corner. The door was fully open now, and a black-cloaked figure stood in her door. It came towards her, a rotting hand stretched out towards her.

Winter screamed as she started feeling drained and depressed and full of loss. All she could think about were her endless days stuck with her father and watching her mother and Severus beaten and hurt.

"Expecto Pat-" she started to murmur. Then she realized she didn't have a wand. She was in Azkaban. She wasn't getting out of there. She was stuck with Dementors, and she was in a living hell.

She passed out again, feeling weak and didn't return to her senses for about two hours.

When she did, a man was sitting on her bed.

"Welcome to Azkaban," said the man. He was the same one who had brought her there.

"What?" she muttered, using her arms to push herself up.

"Welcome to hell might be more appropriate," he said. "You're not even being tried, we know you killed him. You're not getting out of here. H, and we probably won't give you any blood, either, little vampire."

"But-"

"No. We're in charge. You're the prisoner. We're going to make you as uncomfortable as possible, but first, you're going to get a cellmate."

He grabbed Winter by the back of her shirt and yanked her up, getting a small cry from Winter. He dragged her out the door and down the cell. Prisoners stuck their arms out the bars on their doors, groping the air, trying to reach Winter. They all had sunken eyes, a pale yellow face, and a lifeless look to them.

He made it to the end of the hall and then went up several flights. He unlocked a cell door and shoved her into it. She fell to her knees, using her hands to stop herself.

"Who are you?"

The voice was familiar, smooth, arrogant –

"Lucius Malfoy?" Winter whispered, looking up at the face of Draco's father.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"W-Winter Tr- Snape. Winter Snape," she said, getting up and dusting off the new prison garment she was in. She looked over her shoulder as the man shut and locked the door, walking away, whistling a happy tune. "Twin of Severus."

"He has a twin?" Lucius asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah," sighed Winter. "Although, I should probably just starve myself. He's probably better off without me."

"How long have you been here?" he asked with what could almost be called a chuckle.

"A few hours," said Winter. She sat down on a bundle of blankets in the corner. Lucius sat up from the bed.

"The Dark Lord will free us, don't worry," said Lucius.

"You sound . . . hopeful," said Winter, looking at the man. He smelled nowhere near as good as Draco. This was good for him.

"I know he will," said Lucius. "I just don't know what he'll think of me. But he'll enjoy having a vampire on his side."

"How did you realize?"

"Your fangs, your eyes, you can see the scar on your neck."

Winter lifted a hand to the side of her neck, running tow fingers up and down the small scars on the side of her neck that Sanguini had created.

"Who bit you?"

"Sanguini."

The two lapsed into a silence that wasn't awkward nor comfortable. Winter leaned back, a few tears leaking out her eyes. Lucius watched her, wondering what to do. He ended up rolling onto his side, and staring at the door.

As more time wore on, more and more of Winter's few happy memories were stolen from her. She was starting to go crazy from lack of blood. They brought her raw meat occasionally as a way to sustain her. Lucius had given her the bed, saying she was younger. "Not by much," countered Winter when he offered.

Large, bruise-like spots were appearing all over her body. She wouldn't tell Lucius what it was, but he had the distinct idea that she was finding ways to hurt herself. She had lost all will to move during the day. She no longer screamed obscenities at the guards or out of nowhere.

"Winter, at least have faith in the Dark Lord," said Lucius, as he lifted the tray of food. He brought it over and sat down next to Winter, shoving the raw hamburger meat towards her.

"He's not going to save us," whispered Winter, her voice cracked and faded. She took the meat dripping with blood. She placed it in her mouth, sucking the blood out. It was never much, but just enough to stop her from killing Lucius.

"Yes, he will," said Lucius, hopeful as always.

"Stop believing," she said, dropping it on the tray and falling on her side, her head in his lap. They'd become the only source of companionship they could find, and she felt safer with him. He reminded her of Severus, and this was the most comforting thing she could find in the day.

"I won't," said Lucius. "You need to have faith."

"There is no hope," she whispered, shutting her eyes.

Lucius brushed her straggly hair from her face. He viewed her as he would Draco, his child, or at least the next best thing.

"I miss Draco and Severus," she whispered. "This place is hell. It-it reminds me of-of . . ."

"What?" asked Lucius,

Winter went silent again, and traced random patterns onto his pants leg. She wasn't going to tell him. It wasn't really her business to tell him.

"Why are you here, anyway?" he asked, eating the porridge that he had. It wasn't much, just enough to keep his healthy. But only enough.

"I killed someone when I was younger," she whispered. She rolled over, looking up at Lucius. He put the porridge aside, and looked down at her, horror and concern on his face.

"What?"

"I said I killed someone."

"Who?"

"My father. Bastard deserved it, too."

"What do you mean?"

"None of your business," she hissed. She sat up, her back to him.

"Winter," he said softly.

"Leave me alone."

I am so sorry I didn't get this out sooner! But at least I did, right? Anyway, I'm probably writing more VERY soon. Hope you enjoyed it!

~xXRayneXx