Thanks to @Emma1791 for the Rebecca aesthetic

*3rd person*

The cells of Azkaban were frustratingly empty. So much so that the dementors were getting bored again. Bored, and hungry. That was never a good sign. Lucius Malfoy was clutching the bars, his face pushed up against the bars, looking. He was counting the number of cells left with people in them. After the war each and every death eater was tracked down. They all had life sentences in Azkaban. Little did the ministry know, however, that there was some unfair play going on here, for no one ever bothered to pay Azkaban a visit. "1-2-3," he counted in a now raspy, tired voice. A dementor guard flew right up to his bars and hissed in warning. A warning that if he continued to be loud, there would be trouble, trouble that meant he would go the same way as some of his old friends. He shuddered at the thought. Unfair play. He went back to counting, quieter this time,"1-2-3-4," wait. Had he already counted that one? He couldn't remember. His mind was swirling with horrible thoughts. The dark lord rising. Snape. Dead. Voldemort coming back to life. Snape...dead...Draco.... And he swamped into a deep sleep. One of those sleeps only dementors could cause. One that took everything from you. All hope, all joy, all sadness, and most importantly, all love.

The dementors huddled in a corner. They rasped and screeched most likely having a conversation. One of them, the leader, suddenly hissed them all into silence. The leader turned towards Lucius Malfoy's cell and pointed. With a screech, all the other dementors seemingly agreed. It had to be Lucius for he had been wrong in his counting. There was no one else in the corridor. No one. He was all alone.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound on the main gate. Clank. Clank. Clank. One of the dementors flew off down the corridor and down a hundred sets of stairs. The dementor reached out it's cold, dried hand and turned the knob. There, on the front steps of Azkaban stood a young witch. She wasn't very tall, but her curly, dirty blond hair flew behind her in the wind as waves crashed and smashed against the shore and she had her wand raised high. This gave her a sense of power. "Expecto Patronum!" She announced to the world in general. Suddenly, a wisp of blue flew from her wand and a blue hued cat appeared. The dementor shrieked in distaste. "Only if I have to, I will," she said, and the dementor understood. This was that girl. The girl who came every couple to months to see him. The dementors did not like the girl, but couldn't harm her. She was a powerful witch and would be missed by important people in the wizarding world but still...there was that sense of trouble about her.

"Well?" She asked. The dementor shrieked into the night. Two more came down the stairs. The three of them floated around her, their eyes piercing the cold night and attempting to see inside her, or so it felt. Two of them rested on either side of the girl. The other reached its gnarly hand out. For her wand. "I planned on keeping that for myself, thanks. As much as I appreciate your help," she gestured at the other two dementors," I don't really trust you. And I'm guessing you don't really trust me either." The dementor hissed at her and swooped back up the stairs to its post. The girl put her wand in her mouth. Her cat was prowling still. Then, she grabbed on to each of the dementors and with a swoosh they were off. Up the stairs they soared. It was slower than apparition, but faster than broomsticks.

When they got to the top the other dementors swarmed them. She pointed her wand out straight and her cat patronus stalked around her, shielding the girl from all potential harm. The witch walked cautiously toward the cell. Although there were many, there was only one she ever visited. Over the last few months she had begun to notice there were less and less prisoners in the top floor cells. Where all the death eaters had once been kept. As she walked she saw a figure lying on the cold, hard floor in a cell near the middle of the hall. It was definitely him. She could tell.

"Lucius," she gulped. It was getting more and more dangerous to be here. She felt the dementors creeping up behind her. "Off with you!" She shouted. "Or I'll have you removed for 'tampering with official business.'" Of course, she couldn't really do that. For starters, it wasn't official business, she was just a child, but the dementors didn't know, or need to know that particular fact. They backed off, back to their posts. Her mother was sick, and this was paying the grocery bills. That was good enough for her.

"Lucius," she hissed again. Then, she had her cat go over to him. "Damn," she whispered. Lucius Malfoy was coated in a thin layer of ice. The patronus melted the ice and he slowly started to come to.

"Rebecca," his voice even more raspy now.

"Master," she replied with a low bow.

"You brought your ball?" He asks quickly.

"Of course." She quickly pulled it out and set it on the floor. "What is it you need to know?"

"My boy. My dear boy. I need to see him." His voice turned quickly to whisper. "I think I'm next." He quickly holds his hand out for a piece of paper and pencil. On it he writes that he owes Miss Rebecca Stevens 1,000, galleons to use at Gringots. Much more than her usual 50. She looks at it in excitement then quickly regains her posture, shoving it into her bra.

"Oh master, that's horrible!" Rebecca put her hand to her mouth in shock.

"I know," he said with a nod. "That's why I want to see my dear Draco one more time. Even if it is just in that." He pointed at the crystal ball. "I wish I could show him I was better now. A better person, I mean. I honestly just wanted to be there for my family. When the Dark Lord roped me in," he runs a hand through his hair, "it was just for fun. And then it wasn't..." his voice dies off.

"Sir?" Rebecca asks. Then when he nods she stares deeply into the ball. Once she has what she wants she turns the ball towards him and helps him to "See."

"Who are they?" He asks, pointing. "They're rather cute." Rebecca looks as well and tells him,

"Oh those are the kids. That one, the boy, is Saros. He's Draco's. The other kid is Estella- Rose, Ron Weasley's kid."

"What? I'm a grandfather?" Suddenly Lucius looks much younger. Then he asks, "who's the mother?" Rebecca gulps.

"The Granger girl. Hermione Granger."

"WHAT!? And how do you know all of this?"

"Well you see sir," Rebecca is shaking now, "it was this huge deal at Hogwarts last year and I... I..." she looks nervously at his red, angry face, "didn't think to tell you," she squeaks out eventually. Then, "sorry."

Lucius screams, coming back to himself, and Rebecca runs.