Intro

Beginnings

Bellatrix walked along the walls of her abysmally small cell for the 305th time that day, running her hands over the rough stone and feeling the coldness seep out like water from a sponge. Those walls had been subjected to so many years of being in close proximity to Dementors that even Fiendfyre would not be enough to warm them, even by a small amount. On her 306th round of 'Molest the wall', She decided to quit and sit on her cloth, what the guards thought of as a 'bed'.

It was called that even though it was a thin piece of a blanket covering a worn and ripped sack mattress that gave no support or comfort whatsoever. She sighed and looked at the ceiling, following her routine every single day, which consisted of rubbing the walls for hours before staring at the black ceiling, hoping the dementors skipped her cell that day, even if that never happened, a girl could hope. Tomorrow would mark her 14th year in Azkaban, which had taken over her birthday. Instead of celebrating her birth, Bellatrix always celebrated her imprisonment by screaming at the dementors until they either took pity on her, which is unlikely on its own, or got sick of her from her screaming that they knocked her unconscious by sucking out the miniscule amount of happy feelings she had left.

Just as Bellatrix was attempting to fall asleep, She heard footsteps down the hall. She immediately jumped from her bed, Squeezing her bony face through the bars to try and see the newest sad sap who got imprisoned there. What was odd though, was that those guards were in heavy armor. Heavy for wizards anyway. Dragonhide body armor with reinforced face masks for protection. She had only ever seen those types of precautions taken with the criminals known to be more violent than normal. Especially if the prisoner in question could do serious damage not only with a wand but with the body as well.

Speaking of the prisoner, She watched as a tall man with hair as black as night walked down the hall. He was wearing the standard grey and light grey robes that every prisoner wore. His stature was straight and stiff as if he were not scared of the two guards with wands at his back. His head was down and stiff as well, not bobbing or shaking like many people who walk by her. She could not hear muffled crying either, which also was a popular reaction from newcomers. She assumed he must have been a hit wizard gone rogue, or something worse. He wasn't a death eater for sure. The robes that everyone, including Bellatrix herself, was given, shows off the forearms. This guy's skin was untouched by any ink, aside from a small tribal looking tattoo on the side of his right wrist. Bellatrix watched in anticipation as he was led down farther and farther into the cell block, getting closer and closer to her cell.

What Bellatrix didn't know was that just last week, a low life thief died from starvation in the cell right in front of hers. So she was more than shocked when the guards stopped the prisoner right in front of her cell and pushed him inside of the empty one. The guards didn't say a word as they locked the cell door and walked away in a hurry, seemingly not wanting to be around the stranger anymore. The stranger in question did not make a sound, not a whisper or anything. He just sat there and stared at the cell door. He was looking straight ahead, blinking only once or twice every couple of minutes.

Bellatrix waited eagerly, waited for the moment that every single prisoner goes through when they are thrown into the cell for the first time. The moment of sobbing and unintelligible gibberish that filled the cell block until they passed out. But it never came. It was silent throughout the whole cell block, aside from the random screaming matches between some of the more crazy prisoners.

Bellatrix sighed, before turning back to her bed and laying down. Realizing her neighbor would play the tough cookie act for a while, she decided to get some sleep. Not Exactly knowing when the newbie would start the breakdown, she didn't fully fall asleep. She made sure that her senses would keep working while she closed her eyes for a second. Not wanting to miss that first loss of sanity. Even though she was trying her hardest, she was not surprised when she woke up 4 hours later. This had happened many times before, her trying to stay up and eventually falling asleep, even if her best efforts were at hand. Wondering if she had missed it, she slowly got up and decided to move over to the side of her cell. Pushing her face against the bars she peeked over and saw….nothing. He wasn't there, just dust and that shitty blanket. She was so confused, no one was able to escape Azkaban. Except for that mutt Sirius Black, but that was years ago. Looking just a bit left out of his cell, she saw something lying on the ground. Looking closer revealed the object to be the dead body of a guard. Not a human one either, it was a dementor. It looked sickly though, it was grey and skinnier than usual. That alone put Bella into full-on battle mode. To drive away a dementor was one thing, All it required was a strong, happy memory and a spell, but to kill one. Dead, Non-Living, Destroyed, that was something else, something the Dark Lord himself couldn't do. That was why he was so careful around the slimy bastards anyway, the unpredictability of them, and the fact that they can't die. Or she thought they couldn't anyway. She was on high alert because who/whatever killed the dementor, was not only still in the compound, courtesy of the very loud alarm ringing, but was also extremely backed into her cell, raising her bony arms in front of her in self-defense. She doubted she could do anything with the twigs, but her nails could puncture an eye. She did not have a chance to use them, however, because of a very loud, and very unexpected, explosion occurred. It rocked the foundation of Azkaban, which was impressive as it was carved out of solid rock, and cracked her cell. Seeing the crack starting to split, she dove for the cell bars, which had split as well. She landed in the hallway, watching her cell, and the wall itself tear in half, leaving a gaping hole into the water below. Looking around for the source of the explosion, she looked down the hall, Seeing it. Or more accurately, him. The man stood there, both hands raised in front of him, looking as though he was twisting invisible taffy. It wasn't taffy he was twisting though, it was a dementor. The demon screamed and wailed, losing color as it dropped to the ground, twitching before it finally died. In shock, she didn't notice the man turn around, but when she did, her heart dropped to her feet. Standing there, with flames dancing in his emerald green eyes, was the Boy who lived himself.

Harry Potter just killed 2 dementors and was locked in Azkaban to boot. Bella didn't know why, but she didn't think she would find out because he started walking towards her. His flaming eyes were the last thing she saw, before passing out, from a mixture of fear and exhaustion.