Disclaimer: See Prologue
A/N: Another insanely quick update.

The cold sent shivers down her spine and as the Dementor's breath froze the hairs on the back of her neck, she felt the prick of burning, salty tears in the corner of her strikingly beautiful eyes.

It unlocked the door, pushed her inside, and left her with a mass murderer.

As Black stepped out of the shadows to greet her, she noticed the dull colour of his eyes, a shade she had never seen in them. His hair was already greasy. No doubt, she thought, the only horror or remorse he felt was for his hair.

"Hello, Electra."

He spoke perfectly clearly, in the same way he always had, as though they were meeting at a garden party. Electra recoiled, pressing herself against the bars of his cell, and shook.

"Don't be scared. Please don't be scared."

Black took hold of her hands and Electra's eyes widened, releasing her trapped tears.

"I am not afraid of you," she hissed, yanking her hands free. "I am repulsed by you."

He felt the chill of silver against his fingertips and caught the glimmer of the diamond adorning her left hand. Black sucked in a breath and attempted to clear his mind of the sight of her wearing his ring, dancing in his arms, laying her head on his shoulder.

"So what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Electra gasped. "How can you laugh?"

Black rolled his eyes and gestured toward the metal barricade. "How can you not? Electra, I lived the majority of my life in a prison. The only difference is that in this one, you can see the bars."

Electra shook her head and whispered, "You've gone mad."

"Unfortunately not," he said, without a trace of irony. ""I've spent most of my time trying to go mad, though it never seems to work. I thought maybe it'll pass the time. I thought if I completely lost my marbles, I'll have no concept of time and maybe I'll be dead before tea-time."

"Don't talk like that."

Black laughed bitterly. "Why not? No-one cares. Who is he?"

Electra frowned. "Who?"

"The man you're marrying. Who is he?"

Her voice was weak and trembled as she spoke. "William proposed."

Black sighed. "McCormack?"

"How many Williams do we know?"

"Touché."

Electra bit her lip. "Why did you do it? Why did you go and ruin my life?"

Black shrugged. "Why did you go running straight back to your ex-boyfriend?"

"I didn't," she spat. "I went to Remus."

Black froze, his eyes wide and terrified. "Please don't tell me."

Electra smirked. "He fucked me."

Black flinched.

"So hard. On the sofa in our living room."

He looked as though he was about to be sick. "I hope you never find out the truth."

Electra narrowed her eyes. "Truth about what?"

"I hope you go on and you live a long and happy life. I might have ruined it, Lex, but I haven't taken it. I'm sorry."

Electra gasped for breath. "Truth about what?"

"I can't tell you," said Black, smiling sadly. "Because if I do, I'll lose my mind. But I hope you never find out, because when it's too late and you have children together and you obviously love each other, it'll crucify you."

Electra blinked back her tears. "He called me Anna. I didn't take offence because I called him Sirius. I hate myself for it. You lied to everyone. You lied to me. How could you do this to me, you bastard? I didn't even enjoy it because I could only think about you. I can only ever think about you and you don't even care!"

Black shrugged. "I don't know why you're explaining yourself to me. Shouldn't you be apologising to your fiancé?"

"But I don't love him. Not like...not like I'm supposed to." She averted her gaze from his. "It already is too late. You don't know-"

"Don't tell me I don't know what too late is. I could have saved him, but I was too fucking late. Don't try to tell me I don't know how you feel about a ring you can take off and forget about."

"Voldemort," she hissed. "Are you talking about-?"

"Just piss off. Go on! I don't want to see you. I don't want to see anyone! Just fuck off and leave me alone!"

For the first time in the history of their relationship, Electra did not fight back.