"She was sneaking around the kitchens." 

Tristana's hatred of her aunt grew to elevated levels as she glared at her aunt and mother from her seat in the dining room. Draco, who couldn't care less, was downing his eggs and bacon while Bellatrix and Narcissa were facing Tristana. 

Bellatrix was shaking her head, while Narcissa frowned. 

"What in the world were you doing down there?" Narcissa asked, her arms crossed. Tristana looked everywhere except for her mother's eyes. She finally looked down at her Slytherin pj bottoms, her hands fidgeting uncomfortably. She leaned back against the hard wooden chair, creaking under her weight. 

"I was hungry," Tristana merely responded. 

"You couldn't wait until those mangy house-elves sent up food?" Bellatrix asked. Tristana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew how powerful her aunt was, so she had to keep her emotions in check. 

"No." 

"Hm, wel-" 

"Bella, I'll take care of her, you should go now," Narcissa said, before Bellatrix could make another snarky comment. Narcissa could sense her daughter's rising anger. 

Bellatrix sent a hateful look towards Tristana, and turned around. Before she left, she whispered to Narcissa, "I would watch out for that one, she's trouble," 

Tristana rolled her eyes. Her, trouble? Hah! That was some irony coming out of Bellatrix's mouth. Wasn't she the one who was siding with the Dark Lord to send the wizarding world into havoc so that he could take over? 

Tristana was about to say something, but then thought better of it and shut her mouth. Draco raised one eyebrow at her, but she shook her head and Draco resumed eating.

Once Aunt Bella had left, Narcissa sighed and turned around. "Normally, I would scold you." Narcissa started. "And if your father was here, he would punish you." 

Tristana winced as she remembered her father's sometimes harsh punishments. She knew her father loved her, so nothing such as starvation had ever happened, but when she was caught talking to one of her Hufflepuff friends that her parents had warned her against, her father made her stay away from them, and she had to hang out with her brother and his stupid friends for the longest time ever. 

Luckily, she had explained to her father that she couldn't keep on going to hang out with the Slytherins, and that her friends weren't as bad as they thought. Lucius had agreed, as long as Tristana didn't forget the Malfoy family rule: Don't mess with muggle-borns. 

She had to marry a pureblood. Tristana hated the rule, but her family was going to disown her if she disobeyed. She also had to support the Dark Lord and his followers, and if she said anything against him, her family would disown her. 

"But your father isn't here, and I never have agreed with his punishments." Narcissa said, looking at her daughter in the eyes. "Just please don't do this again, if your father finds out, our Aunt Bella finds out again, you'll be punished severely." 

Tristana looked at her mother in the eyes, and she could see that her mother truly cared about her, and wanted to protect her. So slowly, Tristana nodded. 

"Sorry mother." Tristana said. "I promise it won't happen again."

Narcissa smiled and turned around. "I have to get ourselves ready to visit Askaban. Eat please, Tristana." 

Once Narcissa left, Tristana scooted her chair next to Draco's and found a plate of French Toast on it. 

Draco looked at the food. "Are you hungry? 'Cause if you're not, I am." 

Tristana rolled her eyes. Everyone at Hogwarts thought her brother was a perfect little heartthrob with no emotions and all serious. 

But at home, her brother loved his food. 

"Now I'm hungry," Tristana said, and forked her food into her mouth.

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"Ok, so remember to stay calm and try not to show your dad that you are upset." Narcissa advised her children as they walked across the foggy island, the dark waves thrashing off the coast, making the atmosphere cold and windy. 

Tristana pulled her yellow toque down her head and over her ears, and wrapped her Hufflepuff scarf tighter around her neck. 

Tristana knew that the task of not showing sadness during their visit was going to be extremely tough. She trembled as she remembered her frightful dream of searching for her father earlier, and the grey padded monster that had pounced on her. 

She closed her blue-gray eyes and shook her head. She needed to see her father. Even though she didn't agree with him most of the time, it still pained her not to see him for a while. 

And even though she tried to tell herself that it was his fault for attacking Harry Potter and his friends back at the Ministry of Magic in June, she was extremely upset. 

It was now early July, and Tristana played the memory back in her head of finding out what had happened while climbing the steep hill up to the prison. 

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"Tristana?" 

Tristana looked up from her game of Exploding Snap with her best friends, Nora and Lucia. Nora paused the game, and Lucia crinkled her nose in disgust as she saw who was standing before the trio. 

"What is it, Draco?" Tristana asked, standing up and looking confused at her brother, who had never looked as worried as he had before.

Draco's eyes watered and he turned away. "I need to talk to you privately." 

Tristana furrowed her eyebrows in concern and waved to her friends, then followed her brother off the Hogwarts grounds and into the entry of the castle. Draco lead her to a spot behind a wall where they could talk.

Just a few days before, the Daily Prophet had confirmed the existence of the Dark Lord, (which Tristana obviously knew, but she rolled her eyes at the Ministry's idiocy) and the rumor that Harry Potter had fought him once again was the new buzz at the school. 

Tristana hadn't received anything from her mother or father, which made her think that Draco's announcement might have had to do something with that. 

"Is this about the lack of correspondence from mom and dad?" Tristana asked, curiosity pouring out of her.  

Draco wiped his eyes. "I guess," He replied, then quickly checked to make sure nobody was listening. When the last person had walked past, he said to his sister, 

"Dad is in Askaban." 

Tristana's heart skipped a beat and her jaw dropped open. She had always thought her father had been a good Death Eater, cleverly avoiding capture from the ministry by pretending to be just a wealthy, charity funding family man. 

"Stop kidding." She said immediately. 

Draco shook his head as his eyes watered again. Tristana realized that this wasn't a prank, and her heart filled with pity for her brother. 

Draco reached into his robes and pulled out a flat letter, which he had obviously read so much that it was flat, when it might have come in a tightly rolled letter. 

He handed it to her, and Tristana took it in her hands gingerly, as thought it may bite. 

Dearest Draco, 

I really hope you are doing well at Hogwarts, with everything that has happened. It really pains me to inform you this, and I've spent the last few hours crying. 

Please try not to be sad, I'm sure this will all be over soon. 

Your father got captured during the battle with that darned kid Harry Potter a few days ago, and has been sent to Askaban. 

We can still visit him, so do not worry, but the ministry declared that those captured have received a ten year sentence. 

Please please please tell Tristana this, I wanted to send her a letter as well, but we only have one eagle and I wanted to tell you this as quickly as possible. 

Thank you Draco, and I will see you soon. I miss both of of dearly, I cannot wait until you two come home!

Love, 

your mother,

Narcissa Malfoy 

Tristana's eyes didn't water with tears like her brother; instead, a balloon in her heart burst. Was their family officially destroyed? Tristana had opened up to her mother about trying to persuade her mother that being a Death Eater would be dangerous for their family, and surprisingly, Narcissa agreed. But they didn't bring the matter up with Lucius, because of the fear that the Dark Lord of track them down and kill them. 

"I can't believe it." Tristana said slowly, lowering the letter and handed it back to her brother. 

"I know....." 

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"We're here." 

Tristana realized she had been daydreaming, and she squinted to see where they were. They were inside the prison. Even though the dementors had left Askaban to help the Dark Lord, it was as thought their presence was still there, dark and demeaning. 

Tristana's stomach twisted as her family walked through the twisting staircases up to the highest point of the prison, where her father was being held. 

There were gooey black dripping stuff hanging off the railing, and Tristana didn't dare touch it as they walked up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with the few prisoners they saw. 

"Mom..." Draco said fearfully. 

"Don't worry, they're not here anymore." Narcissa said consolingly, though she sounded worried herself. 

Tristana trembled as she darted her eyes around, searching for any creature lurking in the empty cells that could pounce. 

When they reached the top of the stairs, Narcissa lead her children towards a long hallway, filled with former death eaters who had been captured. 

Narcissa put on a brave face in front of them, nodding respectively to each one. 

"Nott," She said, to one man wearing shackles who was sitting down on the cold wooden bench. 

"Dolohov," She said to another one, and Tristana winced as she saw the man's tattered face. 

They were nearing the end of the hallway lined with cells. There was one cell at the end, with a man pacing inside. 

"FATHER!" Draco exclaimed, then ran to his father. Lucius turned and saw his family approaching. He smiled feebly and looked from his son to his wife to his daughter. 

"Draco! Narcissa! Tristana!" 

Draco grabbed the bars of the cell and instinctively tried to pull them away. When they didn't budge, his face grew sullen. 

Tristana looked away for a second. Now that she was in her father's presence, she was starting to have mixed emotions. 

"Hi Dad." Tristana said finally, walking up to her father. 

"Hello Tristana." Lucius said, his eyes sad.

"How are you?" She asked quietly. 

"Not that great," Lucius answered, his hands wrapped around the metal bars. "But don't you worry, with the dementors gone, I ought to be out in no time, along with everybody else." 

He motioned to all the other capture Death Eaters. 

Tristana's stomach twisted. Did she really want her father out? So he could cause more havoc and death, and assist the Dark Lord in his takeover? No, she didn't want that. But she couldn't say that to his face, so she mustered the biggest smile she could and said, "Great." 

Tristana backed away from the cell and let her mother and brother have some some time to talk to her father. She turned away and took a deep breath. This was going to be a rocky ride.