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The woman in the cell rocked back and forth, a mere shell of who she was. It's been...she lost count. Months? Years? Decades? All she knows is their constant presence. She's been defiant at first. She was the daughter of The Dark Lord, after all.
"I'm the Augurey." The woman muttered. "The Augurey to The Dark Lord. My father. I was destined for...destined.."
A Dementor floated towards her cell, studying her. She knew they don't have eyes, but the way it stood so still, it was unnerving.
"Do your worst." The woman mumbled. And so they attacked. Screams filled her cell. Inside her head, from herself, the witch didn't know. When the Dementors were done with her, she fell to her side, whimpering. Then she laughed.
"I'm the Augurey. The Augurey to The Dark Lord. I was destined for greatness. I will rule by my father's side. I should have-Potter." The witch hissed. "All because of the Potters." She laughed again. "I'm the Augurey. The Augurey to The Dark Lord. I was..." The witch knit her brows. She forgot her name was. Forgotten it a long time ago. She lifted her head and glared at the cell's window, situated high above her head. She will escape. Just like her mother. She will escape. And when she does, the world will be hers.