A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Azkaban

Harry grimaced at the strange feeling. He didn't think he'd ever be used to apparition, he looked around in terrified awe. He was in Azkaban, the worst wizarding prison in the world. Harry was led to a cell, skipping all formalities, and tossed in none to gently. The aurors didn't say anything just turned on the spot and apparated away. Harry couldn't help but shutter as the doors to his cell were slammed behind him. He closed his eyes, hoping this would all be a dream. A hand on his shoulder startled him and he looked at the face of the woman sharing the cell with him. "H-hello, I'm Harry." The woman smirks before truly looking at him "I'm Bellatrix Lestrange. I'm assuming you're Harry Potter?" Harry looks at the crazy looking woman and nods unsurely... Bellatrix smiles insanely, "The guards had said we'd get a new cell mate.   I didn't expect you to be so young. What did you do, kid?" Harry looked at her before sighing, "I don't know, I was almost raped and I end up here. Why aren't you trying to kill me? I though you hated me?" Bellatrix stops smirking and immediately pulls Harry into a hug, "They put you in here for almost being assaulted?! Kid, I'm supposed to hate you, but honestly, I'd rather adopt you and protect you from the world. You're too precious." Harry looked at her confused before smiling slightly and saying, "I've been adopted! By my brothers and my father. They aren't related though, at least not by recent blood. I'm really happy to have them though, they're nice." Bella smiles at the child, before glaring as a dementor got to close. Unsurprisingly the child started shivering and crying, reacting horribly to the creature. It had been decided she would adopt Harry Potter, and raise him with the help of whoever his father was. Her husband would agree, he had no choice. In another cell Rebastion shivered in fear, not quite knowing why he was so afraid.