His body was cold and stiff as she wrapped her arms around him. It was like the sentencing had sunk in, and replaced the warmth and confidence in every single fiber of his body. She tightened her grip on him, as if that would help.

"I'm so sorry, dad," she sobbed, her head resting on his chest.

But he was silent, not a single word came from his mouth.

"Please, say something!" she begged and as soon as she did, it was as if any flesh that was still covering his bones melted away. "Dad?" she said nervously as she loosened her grip for a moment and took a step back. She looked up at his face, just in time to see his skin dry up and fall to the floor as dust. Revealing his skull, and as that happened his entire body that was nothing but a skeleton fell to the ground...

"Miss Potter,"

Remilda jolted awake, sitting at her usual seat in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She felt like she had been holding her breath, because she was taking in little gasps of air. She hadn't slept well for the week the two weeks since the hearing. Every night she had similar nightmares. Her father never said a word to here, and each one ended with him dying.

"Sorry, Professor," she said quickly looking up at the woman that had essentially been the reason her father was in Azkaban now for the rest of his life.

Remilda hadn't said anything to anyone the whole way back to the elevator, or to the fireplaces. The whole time she kept her mouth shut and her eyes casted down at the ground. Even when she first got back to the house, she didn't say anything. Even as Molly tried to speak with her, she simply walked passed them all and hurried up the stairs. But she didn't even make it halfway before the tears began to pour over. Within seconds her cheeks were covered in tears and her throat was stinging from holding back her sobs.

"Remmy," as she rounded the corner and heard George's voice. "How'd it...go?" he asked while he was walking down the hall to go downstairs most likely.

Remilda didn't say anything. What was she supposed to say? It went fine, they had the outcome they had assumed they would get? Because that was basically all there was to it. Nothing more and nothing less.

However, before Remilda could even attempt to get any words to come out of her mouth; George had his arms around her, in a tight hug.

"I'm n-never going to see him again, G-George..."

Remilda quickly looked back down at her textbook and then glanced over at Lucy's and saw they had changed pages. So she quickly caught up and did her best to catch up with where they were in the extremely childish textbook.

"You said you slept well last night," Lucy whispered towards her.

Remilda shrugged, "I slept better than I have been..."

Lucy rose an eyebrow, as if to call her a liar. "Really?"

"I hope you two are reading the assignment." Umbridge said as she walked up the aisle on Lucy's side.

The two girls quickly turned back to the pages in front of them. However Remilda was pretty sure she happened to drift off again before she jolted awake as her head fell forward. And that happened a handful of times before the class was up. Then with that, Lucy and Remilda hurried ahead of the others to the Great Hall. rumor had that it was someone's birthday today and the house elves found out and were going to having a birthday cake. Ilvermorny elves did that as well, but in all honesty it wasn't all that great. But Lucy insisted it was good at Hogwarts. So the two of them hurried along so they could actually get a seat instead of squeezing in between people.

When they got to the Great Hall, however, everyone who had already made it there had their faces buried into the days Daily Prophet. There had been a storm this morning, so the owls that had the daily prophets had been held back. Well they had clearly arrived, and everyone was intrigued by it.

"The Ministry actually wrote something worth reading?" Lucy asked as they passed Seamus.

"Not just anything," Seamus replied, "Azkaban made the front page!" he exclaimed as he showed Lucy and Remilda. Lucy stared at the paper and quickly snatched it out of his hands.

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN

We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape. And of course, the Muggle Prime Minister has been alerted to the danger.

Remilda stared at Lucy as she read it. Lucy's eyes were wide, they looked as if they were about to pop right out.

"Well!? Go on! Keep reading," Remilda urged as the two of them lowered themselves to the bench at the table.

"We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban; notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, cousin of the escapee Bellatrix Lestrange," she began, " and friend and ally, Jacob Potter whom was recently just sentenced to life in Azkaban." Lucy snapped the paper down on the table. "Do you know what that means?!" she asked, her eyes still gawking at the paper.

Remilda couldn't help but let a smile across her face, "It means he's out of Azkaban," Remilda replied, a ball of excitement rolling up in her stomach about to burst.

"Then where is he? Don't you think someone would have written you? Or Raelyn? You said you both got letters! You don't think the Order had anything to do with it do you?" Lucy rambled, "Letting out a crazy like Lestrange just to get your dad out?" she asked leaning close to Remilda to keep quiet.

"Does it matter?" Remilda retorted, "My dad's out, Lucy."

"But where is he?"

Remilda smiled as the two of them got up and hurried towards the others who had found a spot closer to the door. "Rae! Rae, look!" she exclaimed as she ran with the paper in her hand and smacked it down on the table in front of her.

"A mass breakout from Azkaban is nothing to be excited about, Remilda." Hermione stated as she read the title, a bit shocked at the excitement.

"Look who is in the list of names that got out though," she exclaimed, leaning on the table with a finger directly on the name. "he's out-"

"Dad wouldn't have just left..." Raelyn pointed out in a more serious tone. Matching the situation much more than Remilda's. After all, she hadn't written the letter that got him sent to Azkaban in the first place.

Remilda slowly allowed herself down, beside her sister. "It doesn't matter, he's out isn't he?"

"But where?" Lucy asked again, sitting beside Hermione.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, "Don't you think it's strange that...the others are Death Eaters?"

"Are you suggesting that my dad, your uncle is a Death Eater?" Remilda said coldly, "He would never."

"It is suspicious..." Ron muttered, "did Remus or anyone already let you know?"

"Umbridge is probably having all of our mail read." Raelyn pointed out, her eyes scanned the paper. "Do you think he's alright?" she asked after a moment of looking at the image of Azkaban with the corner blown to bits.

"He's not there," she replied, "that's a good thing..." she said, grabbing the paper, "I'm going to go find Fred and George. I think they're still in the infirmary trying to convince that second year to try a new version of that prank sweet..." she sighed, "they'll be happy he's out."

"I am happy, Remmy," Raelyn stated as she stood up, "but Umbridge doesn't need to walk in and see you jumping off the walls with excitement."

Remilda watched Raelyn for a sign of a smirk as if she was joking. It wasn't like Raelyn to get a bit excited, and this was a perfect reason to be excited. Their father was free, not trapped in a cell in Azkaban. But Remilda dropped the subject, let the others read the entire article, and then gave it back to Seamus. She then sat with the others to eat before heading up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione," Remilda began as they walked through the portrait hole, "could I copy your Defense Against the Dark Arts notes?" she asked.

She rose any eyebrow sharply, "Did you not get them today?"

Lucy scoffed. "She was sound asleep for half the class."

"You told me that you've been sleeping better." Raelyn said cooly as she plopped her bag down on the table.

"If you haven't been sleeping well, you should go try to sleep." Hermione told her, "You can get the notes this weekend."

Remilda sighed, and the sigh turned into a unwelcome yawn. She was going to try to protest the suggestion that Hermione made. But when she knew that was impossible, she gave them all a half hearted smile and a small wave and made her way upstairs. As she walked into the room, Romilda Vane was just settling on her bed, with her Ancient Runes book open in front of her. Remilda smiled a bit at her before dropping her things and plopping down one her bed. She planned on getting up eventually to do some homework. This was just going to be a quick nap...

As soon as Remilda closed her eyes, and felt herself dirft off to sleep. She felt wrong, like she wasn't alone. Not the sort of company that Romilda was, simply reading. But like someone was staring at here, trying to read her. She felt frustration surround her, it wasn't her own. But then, she saw a large room. A long table, a large fireplace, and a handful of people in a semi circle across from the fireplace, watching a tall thin figure staring down at a man in rugged clothes.

"You've gotten weaker, my friend," the tall man said smoothly. "Azkaban didn't help I'm sure," he added, "but you let me right in right away." he said, his voice grew cold, "Pathetic."

The man on the floor said nothing, until the tall figure pointed his wand and gave it a flick. The man on the floor buried his face in his hands.

"You've already led me to her, Potter," the man hissed, "give me the information I need. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in Azkaban!"

"I would rather die then tell you anything!"

Remilda felt like she was going to be sick. The man on the floor looked up at the man, and it was shell of her father. He looked so weak, so defenseless.

The figure let out a cold laugh, "I already know where she is, Potter," he stated, "she's seeing this right now-"

Her father frantically shook his head as he pushed himself up from the ground, "Please leave her out of this!" he begged, "She knows nothing-"

"I'd presume she has a few questions if it's true...that the Dark Lord is revealing this to her." a woman cackled after she spoke.

"Tell me, why did you take her and not the boy?" the figure asked, his face examined him. "Potter?" he finished taking a step closer to her father, his wand directed at his chest. "What does the prophecy have to do with the girl?"

"N-nothing," her father replied, "she has nothing to do with it."

"LIES!" the same woman from before screamed.

"No, really, as far as I know, she has no reason to be a part of this. Please, leave her be-"

"Crucio," a red stream of spark erupted from the wand and struck her father and crippled him. He scream in pain as he withered on the floor. "why did you take the girl from James and Lily Potter."

Her father didn't answer at first, "I can't-"

"Crucio," more red sparks hit him, this time more intensely. "do not make me show the girl your death, Potter!" he hissed.

Her father was silent for a moment, doing some quick thinking. "Remmy, open the locket!"