"We alone were faithful!!

[Nickoli]

The year -
Mid-winter 1993
The Settings -
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - UK
Azkaban - UK
The Problem -
Shortly before the winter holidays - early december - Bellatrix Lestrange escapes from Azkaban. She is the second to escape, this year and in history. Sirius Black had escaped earlier, and has been trying to enter Hogwarts grounds.

Black is rumored to be hunting for Harry Potter, to kill him and finish off the Dark Lord's bidding. But this was part of the problem.

Black is not a Death Eater. Black is doing everything he can to keep his godson safe. Bellatrix, on the other hand is out to kill Potter, out to take Hogwarts and turn it into a safe haven for her Dark Lord.
Where We Enter -
Famous Harry Potter is in the middle of his third year at Hogwarts. Sirius has been free for several months now, and Bellatrix has not escaped yet.

We will start inside the school; Sirius has set up a meeting time with Harry, in which he expects to see Ron and Hermione as well. Snape is in on-and-off contact with Bellatrix, who is executing her escape plan, and Malfoy tries to get in the middle of it all.
The Characters -
Bellatrix Lestrange
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Draco Malfoy

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[Nickoli]

The Adults

Bellatrix Lestrange
Played by Nickoli
Age - 41
Gender - Female
House - Slytherin
Eyes - Black
Hair - Long/Curly/Wild/Black
Skin - Pale
Hight - 5'5"
Body Type - Slim from years of malnourishment
Remarkable Traits - Her insane hair
Picture -
One (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/thumb/1/1f/BellatrixLestrangeRoomOfRequirementSmirk.png/250px-BellatrixLestrangeRoomOfRequirementSmirk.png)
Two (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/thumb/9/9e/Bellatrix_Lestrange/270px-Bellatrix_Lestrange)
Three (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/thumb/7/72/Bellatrix_lestrange.jpg/150px-Bellatrix_lestrange.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Cynical yet positive that evil will rein.
Personality - Bella has snapped. She wants to serve the Dark Lord, someone she fears and loves above all else. Not afraid to hurt others - even enjoying it - other Death Eaters often struggle to keep her in line.
Background - Born the eldest sister of Andromeda and Narcissa Black to Cygnus and Druella Black. At eleven, she was sorted into Slytherin, like every other Black that was worth living. She and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, joined the ranks of Death Eaters. She was never fond of her husband, seemingly only having married him to keep up the Black family name and the pureblood lineage, but her truest love was the Dark Lord. During the First Wizarding War, she and the other Death Eaters captured Aurors and tortured them. When tired, the woman was proud to announce she was loyal to the Dark Lord, and was sent to Azkaban.
Blood - Pureblood
Wand - 12¾", Dragon Heartstring/Walnut
Sirius Black III
Played by Nickoli
Age - 34
Gender - Male
House - Gryffindor
Eyes - Grey
Hair - Long/Shaggy/Graying Black
Skin - Ruddy
Hight - 5'11"
Body Type - Lean/Muscular/Underfed
Remarkable Traits -
Picture -
One (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/thumb/f/f4/Sirius_Black_Profile.JPG/250px-Sirius_Black_Profile.JPG)
Two (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/thumb/f/f0/Padfoot.jpg/250px-Padfoot.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Very protective of those who matter, yet he has seen all the truly evil in the world
Personality - Sirius is truly a snarky man from his youth. Though he has been jaded, and tends to see things through the dark, he is very protective - even to the death - of someone important to him.
Background - Sirius was the only Black to be placed in Griffendor, and even from a young age loved showing his pride for his house. He disliked his family, especially his mother and his aunt Bellatrix. At Hogwarts, he was very popular, and quickly grew to enjoy teasing Snape. He joined the Order of the Phoenix during the First Wizarding War. Sirius was named Harry's godfather and the Potters' Secret Keeper, until they decided to give the position to Pettigrew so Sirius could be a 'decoy'. He was then framed for murdering Pettigrew in front of a dozen muggles and sent to Azkaban. He managed to stay sane and alive by spending his time in his unregistered Animagus dog form. He escaped as a dog, and has been living in the outskirts of Hogwarts to keep an eye on Harry.
Blood - Pureblood
Wand - Unknown
Severus Tobias Snape
Played by Scrappy
Age - 33
Gender - Male
House - Slytherin
Eyes - Black
Hair - Black, Mid length.
Skin - Very Pale
Height - Not Sure, Lets estimate, 5'11
Body Type - Slim
Remarkable Traits - Dark Mark tattoo on forearm.
Picture -
One (http://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr305/ashleylovesmusic2010/Severus%20Snape/snape-2.jpg)
Basic Outlook -Cruel, creepy, and seemingly uncaring.
Personality - Snape is cold, uncaring, and seems unable to move on. He seems very angry all of the time, and always very suspicious. Nothing can really make Severus happy, unless he's torturing or scaring someone. Everything makes Severus angry, unless he's making someone uncomfortable, he's just outright scary.
Background -Severus Snape was born to Tobias Snape, a Muggle, and Eileen Prince, a witch. Details of his early life are incomplete, but Harry comes to suspect that Snape suffered neglect by his parents and may have been abused by his father. He comes to these conclusions through his botched lessons in Occlumency. He learns that Snape was extremely unpopular and lonely in his teens, resulting from, or perhaps fueling, his interest in the Dark Arts.
Blood - Pure.
Wand - Unknown.

[Nickoli]

The Students

Harry James Potter
Played by Scrappy
Age - 13
Gender - Male
House - Gryffindor.
Eyes - Green.
Hair - Brown, short.
Skin - Normal complexity.
Height - 5'8
Body Type - Unhealthy Thin.
Remarkable Traits - Lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Picture -
One (http://i39.tinypic.com/11vr51g.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Harry is brave, and sort of funny, and will do anything to protect his friends.
Personality - He's brave and love's being surrounded by his best friends. He hates any talk of Voldemort and is thrilled by the thought of having a god-father.
Background -Known in the wizarding world as the Boy Who Lived because he survived Lord Voldemort's attempt to kill him when he was a baby. The encounter, in which his parents James and Lily were killed, stripped Voldemort of his powers and branded Harry with a lightning bolt scar. Harry was forced to live with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon in the muggle world until his 11th birthday.
Blood - Half Blood
Wand -Holly with Phoenix feather Core
Hermione Jean Granger
Played by XxXslowdanceXxX
Age - 14
Gender - Female
House - Gryffindor
Eyes - Honey Brown
Hair - Caramel Brown,2 inches below her shoulders, Bushy, Insanely Curly
Skin - Tan-ish
Height - 5 ft. 3 in.
Body Type - Lithe/Slender/Pixie-ish
Remarkable Traits - A light smattering of freckle over the bridge of her nose
Picture -
One (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Hermione%20Granger/Hermione23.jpg)
Two (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Hermione%20Granger/Hermione18.jpg)
Three (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Hermione%20Granger/Hermione06.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Compassionate and positive that good triumphs over evil.
Personality: Hermione's quick to anger and easy to worry. Bigotry and enslavement make her furious. She's the epitome of a good student. Books, parchment, freshly mowed grass, strawberries, and friendship make her happy. She the most level headed of the 'Golden Trio' and is calm under stressful situations
Background - Hermione Jean Granger was born September 19, 1973 to Jason and Emily Granger. Her parents, who were dentists, weren't around much during her childhood. Rosa, her nanny, was more of a mother to her than her own mother. When she received her letter from Hogwarts, her parents were quick to deny it and weren't excepting of her 'powers'. However, Rosa was quick to accept her and was enraptured with the magical side of the world. Most know her as a bossy person and didn't make friends easyily. She's an 'academic prodigy' and is known for her wit and intellect. The summer before her third year she adopted the Crookshanks, the half-kneazle. Her main concern now is protecting Harry, even if it costs her, her own life.
Blood - Muggle born
Wand - 10¾" vine wood, with a dragon heartstring core
Draco Malfoy
Played by XxXslowdanceXxX
Age - 13
Gender - Male
House - Slytherin
Eyes - Metallic Silver/Blue
Hair - Platinum Blond, Long-ish, almost Shaggy-ish
Skin - Pale
Height - 5 ft. 8 in.
Body Type - Slender/Athletic
Remarkable Traits - His metallic silver/blue eyes and platinum blond hair
Picture
One (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Draco%20Malfoy/draco06.jpg)
Two (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Draco%20Malfoy/draco10.jpg)
Three (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/galleries/Prisoner%20of%20Azkaban/Draco%20Malfoy/draco16.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Elitist and uncaring.
Personality: Draco in general is elitist,arrogant, snide, bully. He favors his aunt Bellatrix more than both of his parents combined. He mocks those who aren't of pure blood lineage and believes himself superior to all who aren't of pure blood.
Background - Draco Malfoy was born to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy on June 5, 1980. As a child growing up he got everything he wanted. He doesn't know his aunt Bellatrix very well, but knows enough about her to know that they are almost alike. His father drilled beliefs into his head from a young age and contrary to popular belief never lay a hand on his son. Later on he started to notice that his parents didn't like each other very much, but didn't really care. He figured that there was a reason and never dwelled on the fact. One day, Draco noticed that his mother had a problem. She was seemingly addicted to alchol, and seemed to worry about her older sister obsessively. He blew it off but wondered what it would be like to have a sibling.
Blood - Pure Blood
Wand - Hawthorn, 10", unicorn hair
Ron Bilius Weasley
Played by Ninja_Panda
Age - 13
Gender - Male
House - Gryffindor.
Eyes - Blue.
Hair - Red.
Skin - As in picture. (I got no idea how to describe it..)
Hight - 5'9. (Sorry if wrong, the only info I had to go after was that he was taller then Harry..)
Body Type - Thin and tall.
Remarkable Traits - He has freckles.
Picture -
One (http://vulcanstev.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/ron_weasley1.jpg)
Basic Outlook - Funny, immature and a tiny bit insensitiv.
Personality - He gets happy by a lot of things, eating candy, finally managing something, and a lot more, but the thing he loves most is that people notice him, because he often finds himselfs in the shadow of Harry. He gets upset of that people don't notice him, of that Hermonie is picking on him, that Hermonie's cat is picking on his rat, and that someone picks on him for that his mother wanted him to be a girl.
Background - Born as sixth child out of seven in the Weasley family in 1980, where his mom got disappointed since she had wanted him to be a girl. He grew up with his family at The Burrow, living with Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie and Percy, and of course his two parents. He has grown up in the shadow of them, since all of his family members seem to be more talented then he is when it comes to magic, and now that he's at Hogwarts he has lived in the shadow of Harry at times.
Blood - Pure, though his family is considered as blood traitors by other pure blood familys.
Wand - Fourtheen inches/unicorn hair/willow

[Nickoli]

The Beginning -

Early December moonlight tried to reach the Hogwarts castle. Heavy grey clouds hung heavy around the grounds, snow and sleet screamed against the walls. Snow built up against the windows, blocking out any chance of seeing out, though it was too dark to see more than just a foot or so.

In the bowels of the school, in the dungeons, the sleet sounded like nails, someone trying to free themselves from an eternal nightmare. Up in the Great Hall, the candles were extinguished, the celing reflecting the tormented sky above. While in the Griffendor towers, a feeble flame flickered in the fireplace, casting long shadows along the dark, seemingly empty room.

A dirty pair of boots paced back and forth before a dank fireplace, miles and miles away. The empty thud that echoed through the dim room were muffled by the dust, the hard wood beneath creaked and moaned. Hands shoved deep in the dirty pockets of the once-black robe, black eyes locked on the fireplace.

A heavy line formed between Sirius's brows as he waited to contact Harry. Stopping before the pathetic fire, Sirius dropped to his knees and reached into an inner pocket on his robe. Pulling a pinch of some powder out, green dusting his filthy fingers, Sirius threw it into the fire. It blazed, a flash of green, blinding against the night's silence. He closed his eyes and thrust his head into the green flames.

Opening his eyes cautiously, it took a moment for the scruffy man to focus. He would recognize the Griffendor common room with his eyes shut. A tired smile tugged gently at the corner of his lips. Blinking against the glow around him into the dim room, he scanned the empty tower for any sign of his godson, or his friends.

•••

Thick black hair wrapped itself tightly around the thin, willow-y pale fingers as they pulled with all their strength away from the scalp. A weathered face, gaunt and hollow, sunken in cheekbones actuated hollow black eyes, sparkling with something dark. The black dress hung limp against the woman's slender body, her robes abandoned long ago.

She stood, body curved, hunched and pulling her own hair, Bellatrix let out a long, blood curtling scream. Her cousin. Her one 'good' cousin. The filth. The traitor. They say he was trying to kill Potter. Him. That disgusting thing. No, he didn't understand the Dark Lord's wishes. He fought against her Lord.

Something had to be done. Black wasn't going to kill the boy, he was trying to help the scum. But the Dark Lord would know what she had done. And now, it was her time to finish the Lord's work. She froze, not a thing moving except her heavy panting, as she looked up through her hair, out the window. A dementor swirled past, though she felt little pull from them these days. It wouldn't be a long jump...

And that was it. The last thought to pass through her twisted mind was how cold the water was as she hit it, as it wracked her skeleton and she slowly twisted down, sinking lower and lower.

POST!

[XxXslowdanceXxX]

Puffs of air became visible as a young girl danced with her sheets. The heavy red linen seemed to fight her as she tried to make her way out of bed. She stilled as she heard one of the other girls moan slightly and shift in her bed. Light had long since passed and she could hear the wails and screams of the wind outside. Hermione rose, footsteps echoing through out the almost barren room. Shadows clung to her like a cape and she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being watched. Tripping and cursing she made her way down the steps to the common room. Tonight or early morning, as it was several minutes passed midnight, she and her two friends were to speak to Sirius Black, a man many thought that wanted to kill Harry Potter.

Her wild , curly hair fell into her face and she scowled swatting it away. Crookshanks, her half-kneazel, was sitting on a red, overstuffed armchair looking at the fire, as if he was expecting something to happen. Hermione hid in the corner incase someone was to come down or look in. A hissing and crackling caught her attention as she turned to the once weak flame as it grew larger and into the shape of a human head. A sudden gust of wind, that appeared out of now where, chilled her to the bone as she made her way to the fireplace.

“Mr. Black? I- I’m Hermione Granger, one of Harry’s friends,” Hermione whispered as she listened patiently for what she hoped was her friend’s footsteps and not one of the frightened first years.

+++++

The dungeons were exceptionally cold that night as a pale boy, obviously no more than thirteen, made his way into the Slytherin common room. He lay on one of the black, suede sofas and reflected on the dream he’d had.

Icy, black waters seemed to surround him. The waves were joyful and happy, as if they’d just found a new plaything. Platinum hair was matted to his forehead as he bobbed to the surface. He could make the outlines of jagged cliffs throughout the thick, dense fog. A vague figure stood on the edge of one of the cliffs. It was bent over and quite obviously female. She was slight and seemed to be contemplating if she wanted to jump. He silently screamed for her to stop as he watched her jump in before a figure swept past seemingly behind her. The dress she was wearing would make it most likely impossible for her to survive; she’d more than likely drown. The feeling of the water crashing against him was overwhelming. Soon it started to rain, he screamed out in anger. It seemed like every force of nature was working against him to try and rescue her. He felt an almost emotional attachment to the woman and wondered why. The obsidian waves had now swept her from view and he knew that somehow she’d survived.


Draco Malfoy held his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure why he’d dreamed of that woman, or why he’d even dreamed at all. Dreams were scarce throughout his life, and most came in a horrifying form. They were of deaths and violence, while he’d felt nothing during those dreams, in this one he’d felt almost like he ‘loved’ her in a way. It was a weird dream and he hoped he would never have it again.

[Scrappy]

A young man sat restlessly on his bed poster, panting slightly, and sweating greatly. He looked around the room at all of the other sleeping boys and stood, holding his head. His hand covered a lightening bolt shaped scar on his head. His name was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One. He was the one year old that defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Who spoke his name without fear. Twelve years ago, Harry's parents were attacked and killed by The Dark Lord, Voldemort. Harry's mother, Lily Potter gave her life to save her baby boy, who actually, somehow was not affected by the Advara Kadavra curse. After that night, the lightening bolt scar was the only scar left from the battle, and the worst scar was to his heart, loosing his beloved parents. James and Lily Potter.

As Harry stood, he searched for his glasses. Without them, Harry was unable to see anything. He then remembered, he had to hurry, Sirius was waiting. He wouldn't wake Ron, he was probably having a nice dream for once instead of one about those dreaded spiders. Harry combed his hair back in it's usual messy fashion and walked into the common room totally ignoring his owl, Hedwig who was flapping angrily at Harry in his cage. "Hey Hermione." he sat on the couch near the fire, looking calmly into the fire, where out of the ash and flame was a rugged looking face. "Sirius!" he smiled looking happily at his God Fathers image in the fire.


***

Greasy black hair fell over a sleeping man's face. It was late and all students were in bed. He felt he had nothing to worry about to night. It was about time for him to patrol the hallway's anyway. He stood, brushing his hair out of the way and threw his robe around his thin frame. He sighed boredly and put his slippers on, walking out of the room and into his classroom. On his way out of the room, he made his way down the stairs silently and onto one of the moving fligts of stairs, which took him first down the Gryffindor hallway. He passed the fat lady and heard talking coming from the room, sounding like Harry and Hermione, but an unfamiliar adult voice, he let out a low growl and stood at the door for a few extra moments before making his way to Professor McGonagal's room. Lightly he knocked.

"Professor, Potter and that Granger girl are speaking to a man, sounding a little too old to be in the common room, and sounds nothing like a teacher that attends this school..." he spoke as a dementor passed his head.

Professor McGonagal walked to her door and opened it "Severus, the dementors would have known if there was an intruder in this school. Think logically, maybe they are up studying late, with Percy maybe, or even Oliver." she suggested.

"No, Professor, they are speaking to someone that does not attend this school! They are speaking to Sirius Black, and I know it! I heard!" he shouted.

"No, Severus you need to go to bed. Now. Your tired and delirious, awakening our students, and I don't believe any of your nonesense. Goodnight." and with that the Professor shut her door.

[ninja_panda]

Ron continued to sleep silently, dreaming about spiders once again. After five more minutes of twitching in sleep he suddenly woke up from the dream. "Stupid, creepy, spiders.. I wonder if somebody else is up.." He whispered to himself as he searched for his clothes with a sigh. Those spiders haunt me every night.. I wonder if it's a omen.. Neh, probaly not, it is just that big spider guy from last year who is doing this.. My paranoia is starting to catch up with Harry, I gotta be careful.. He thought to himself as he dressed up.

He yawned loudly then started to walk down the stairs, as he did it he took a hand over to his face and felt on it, he found to his anoyment the freckles was still there. Since it was dark in the stairs he was still having shivers on his spine, waiting for a big spider to pop out any time. This managed to make him unconsentrated, and did so that he skipped one step by accident, so that he fell down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he faceplanted into the floor, then cussed himself for being so uncareful as he stood up. He sighed lowly then walked over to the couch, noticing Harry and Hermione. "Oh.. Hi.. Has Sirius arrived yet?" He said tiredly, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he sat down.

[Nickoli]

I...I'm terribly sorry...

Can we pause this for a day or two...

There's been a tragedy in my life and I...I can't roleplay right now...

[XxXslowdanceXxX]

Of course we can!

I don't mind!

It's fine :]

Do you need someone to talk to?

I'll help as much as I can!

[ninja_panda]

((Does it have something to do with Elly and that ambulance who was infront of her house? I heard from AngelKitty..))

[Nickoli]

Between that and my health, yes.

[ninja_panda]

((Okay.. In that case, good luck with both problems, and take your time to recover.))

[Scrappy]

*huggles* Nik, I hope you feel better boo. If you ever need anyone to just listen, I'm here.

[Nickoli]

||Sorry for such the big delay! I'm here again!||

Sirius's lips curled into a smile as he looked up at the wild tangle of brown hair. His dark hair flipped around him occasionally from drafts coming from his end of the fireplace. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Granger," the man said, his voice low and gruff. "I've heard quite a bit about you," he said, one eyebrow quirking up as he glanced at his godson. A gentle laugh slipped out of his lips. "Harry, my boy, so good to see you." The sparkle in his eyes reached his voice, making the man sound, for the first time, like he had some soul deep within him.

He took Harry in, slowly. "You look just like your father," he said, voice heavy with sadness, yet spiked with some amusement. "You're too damned skinny, though," he teased, wrinkling his nose.

The sound of Ron tumbling down the stairs made Sirius jump; back in Grimlaud place his knee jerked involuntarily and he slid some, head thrusting further into the fireplace, shoving his shoulders into the Griffendor fireplace.

A string of curse words and wild eyes pulled Sirius back into the fireplace properly. Letting out a heavy sigh and a dry laugh, he caught sight of Ron. "You scared the hell out of me," he said, laughter in his voice although it didn't reach his eyes.

"Now that you two are both here," the man said, dropping his voice to a low growl, "are you sure you are alone? No one followed you? This is important."

•••

Wrapped in a tattered black cloak, a thickly thin form, a mane of black hair jutting out from beneath the hood, moved slowly and intently up the road. Heavy white flakes bounced off the cloak and clung in heavy lumps. Puffs of breath melted some flakes, though the erratic pattern of breathing caused ice to hang against the corners of her cracked lips.

Scraggly pale fingers pulled open the cracked wooden door. The warmth from a fire inside did nothing for the woman. Her cold black eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted as she locked eyes with the young witch sitting on the couch.

A flash of green light and maniacal laugher woke the lifeless girl's parents.

Within ten minutes, the bodies in the back were covered with snow, and the woman was stretched across the couch. Her black cloak had been discarded near the door, where it hung in mid-air. Her shoes had been removed, kicked against the wall by the fire. Her eyes roved the room, taking in the photos, the paintings, the homely feel.

The woman twined her fingers together, holding her wand between her palms, as she looked into the fire, a blank smile upon her face.

Tomorrow, she would travel the last 50 miles or so to Hogsmade and find Snape.

Bellatrix Lestrange was free.

[XxXslowdanceXxX]

|| It's fine X3 ||

Hermione smiled, oversized teeth visible," The pleasure is mine ."
She moved away from Ron, sitting closer to Harry as she nodded slightly at Sirius," He is. Mrs. Weasly's been giving him a lot of sweets, so if he's a little pudgey the next time you see him, blame her."

--

Entering the room he shared with several other people, Draco Malfoy slipped between the heave, emarld drapes encircling his four poster bed.

He wanted to sleep, but knew that if he closed his eyes, he'd be plagued with the vision of the women from earlier.

||Sorry, couldn't think of much more than that to write. ||

[ninja_panda]

Ron shook his head again, a incredible headache bursting through his head. He looked over at Sirius, seeing that he had taken out his shoulders aswell for some reason. "Nobody followed me atleast.. I don't think anybody want to, because those stairs really hurt.." He said, rubbing his head while trying to block out the headache. "Sorry for scaring you.." He added, the headache fading atleast a little now.