AN: Okay, get ready. This chapter will blow your mind.

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Of course it didn't take long for her to get caught.

Alexa was half-crazy when they found her. Waddling, hugely pregnant, through the stalls of some of the scariest criminals in the world. Murderers mostly. Not scared at all. She just strut/waddled down the hall, and was promptly caught by two Dementors.

"Well, well, well," Cornelius Fudge said. "She was trying to free one of the criminals?"

"Yes sir," one of the few non-dementors guards replied. "Just waddling away. I think she's mad, sir."

"Mad, indeed. Well, let the poor thing out of her misery. Give her to the dementors."

"The dementors, sir?" asked the guard worriedly. "But she's with child. Can we do that?"

"I am the Minister of Magic!" Fudge hissed. "I can do whatever I like! She tried to help a mass murderer escape. Besides," he added as an afterthought. It's not like anyone will ever know."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, Cornelius Fudge walked away

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"Sirius Black."

It just happened to be that same guard that brought Sirius his dinner that night. Instead of paying the guard any attention, he sat in the corner, staring at the wall.

"I'm married, y'know," he told the guard lazily, just as he was about to walk away. Turning around, the guard could see the pain in Sirius's eyes.

"She's here," the guard whispered. "She tried to break you out."

Sirius's eyes widened. "No," he whispered. "They aren't going to…the dementors, please tell me they aren't sucking out her soul. Please, anything but that. Please."

The guard wanted to help. He'd never felt sympathy toward a prisoner before, but now he wanted so bad to be helpful. Instead he said the only lie he could think of. Not exactly a consoling one, but Sirius had said anything but that.

"No. They're going to kill her."

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It was time. Somewhere not far from here, Sirius was sitting in a cell as his wife had her soul sucked from her body. The dementors were ready and waiting for their victim to be brought out.

Alexa was screaming incomprehensibly. Shrill, high-pitched shrieks of agony. Only a few words made it through:

"Not my baby! Please spare my baby!"

The Dementors surround her, and the agonizing process began.

But nothing. Though Fudge didn't realize it, he'd made a mistake. He had never realized that there was magic he didn't understand. It was called love, as I'm sure you've guessed, as Albus Dumbledore told us all about it in his time.

Dementors feed on terror and misery. But even Alexa, who had certainly had her share of that, especially recently, couldn't not be a useful source to them. They could not suck out her soul, because her soul was so closely related to that of her baby's.

It had never before been attempted to suck out the soul of a pregnant woman. Therefore it could not have been known that you cannot suck out the soul of a baby. An innocent baby, with no knowledge of anything but its undying love for its mother, the person who holds it and protects it.

And so Alexa Black's soul could not be sucked out. And at that moment, her water broke.

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Whether from her loss or from having her soul nearly sucked out, no one knew. But what was known was that Alexandra was clearly insane. She was obviously unfit to raise a child.

So without her permission, or Sirius's, their child, not an orphan, as both her parents were still very much alive, May Lily Black was sent to an orphanage the day she was born.

Alexa, told her baby had died, was kept at St. Mungo's. She was not allowed to leave. She never had visitors, and she never saw her husband again.

But she never stopped loving him, and she never stopped believing her daughter was alive.