Sirius sat quietly in his cold Azkaban cell. Bartemius Crouch hadn't given him even a trial. Sirius was innocent. He didn't deserve to be here, in prison. It was unbelievably boring. However, it was only a matter of days before a new inmate joined him.
"GET OFF ME YOU FILTH!" The new prisoner screamed, "I'M WARNING YOU! I CAN CURSE WITHOUT A WAND, YOU KNOW!" It was a her, and her voice was high pitched and strangely familiar.
Sirius leaned back against the rough wall. Everyone said that. But the truth was, no-one could curse without a wand. Sirius knew that. The empty cell next to his own creaked open, the hinges were stiff.
"GET OFF! JUST WAIT UNTIL MY MASTER HEARS ABOUT THIS!"
Sirius assumed the prisoner was talking about Voldemort. Voldemort never came back for his death eaters.
The door clanged shut. "DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!"
Sirius grinned, "Voldemort won't come back for you, he won't even miss you."
"How dare you speak His name!" The prisoner growled.
"Voldemort."
"I was his most faithful servant, I warn you now. Shut up before I curse you!"
"Voldemort."
"I'M WARNING YOU!"
"Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort! Or would he prefer Tommy?"
"I'm not listening anymore. I'll have you know, I am a highly respected Black, The Dark Lord will come for me, and when he does..."
"He's dead."
"No he isn't!"
"He is so! My Godson killed him!"
"Sirius?"
"What? How do you know my-,"
"I'm Bellatrix, you idiot!"
"Oh."
The pair sat in complete silence for near an hour. Sirius was remembering how kind Bellatrix had once been to him. She used to hug him when he was sad, love him when he was alone, comfort him and tuck him up at night. Bellatrix was remembering how much she had loved him at one time. She was thinking about how arrogant he had become.
"So...You're a death eater?" Sirius teased.
"Yes."
"Voldemort's right hand man! Well, women! Do you love him!"
"Shut up! And no, I am married."
"You! Pfft..."
The silence began again, this time Sirius was remembering the day Bellatrix left.
"Honey," She had told him, "I will always love you, Sirius. I have to go. I have to protect you."
"I don't need protecting!" A young Sirius had objected.
"I don't expect you to understand right now, but one day-one day I will tell you."
Sirius thought about that now, she had never told him. He didn't want to know either.
A small sniff came from the next cell, Bellatrix was crying.
"I didn't mean to make you cry, Bella."
"MY NAME IS NOT BELLA! AND SHUT UP!"
Sirius sighed, "Okay."
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
"Sirius, mate. You have an old friend right in the next cell, man... You're lucky. I wish I had som'one. Why don't you two just make friends and plan a way out or somthin'" Inmate Flinch said, from the other side of Sirius.
"She's my cousin and I can get out on my own."
"YOU ARE NOT MY COUSIN!" Bellatrix cried.
"I'm confused," Flinch spoke.
Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Me too."