************** I'm skipping to azkaban now to speed things up a bit.

She wrinkled her nose as the damp dingy walls of this rottening castle gave off unfriendly fumes thatwould remind one of death. Sweeping past a dementor, she shivered and closed her eyes as coldness drowned her briefly and she were reminded of the night they tore her from him. As suddenly as the memory had returned, it were gone and she found herself being lead down a gangway between various cells. Keeping her head facing the floor, she allwoed her tears to flow as she were led to a room, guarded at the doors by 2 dementors and then, inside, guarded by two Ministry Officials. Dumbledore clearly wasn't taking any chances with this.

Her eyes searching the room, her vision distorted by her tears, she could just about make out a thinning dark figure, sat at a table, his hair far greasier than she had remembered it to be.