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31 March 1965
"Rodolphus, right?"
Glittering, black eyes; thick, black tresses; heavy-lidded eyes with long, striking lashes. She is beautiful. "Yes." He nods. "And you are Bellatrix Black."
"Yes," she sits down beside him, eyes watching his every move.
Finally, she says, "I could get used to you."
He is filled with elation.
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31 March 1968
"Are you any good at Charms?" Bellatrix snaps at him, startling him out of his day dream. "Are you listening to me, arse?"
"What – oh – I'm all right at it – "
"Of course you are, it's a fool's subject," she scathes.
She is a dreadful person. Yes, he likes her.
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31 March 1972
"Narcissa approves of you," Bellatrix says casually, tying her long hair into a braid.
"Oh." He is relieved. "What of your other sister?"
She whirls around, glaring. "Do not speak to me of that wench, Rodolphus! Do not speak to me of her ever again."
He regrets uttering a word.
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31 March 1975
Rodolphus points his wand at the Muggle, blasting him aside. Sneering slightly, he turns to his left. Bellatrix leaps off of the staircase, cackling madly. Blood stains the front of her robes, but he knows it is not her own.
He begins to wonder whether this is the life he wants.
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31 March 1984
Bellatrix's screams waft past his cell bars, as they always do. He is filled with anguish.
"Bella!" he yells back. "Bella, I'm here!"
Her screams grow louder. He can hear what she is saying. "The Dark Lord! He rises, he rises!"
Rodolphus claws at the wall of his cell, snarling.
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31 March 1997
"Why do you worry so?" Rodolphus asks her. "You have taught Draco everything he needs to know – he will do his job."
"He is sixteen," Bellatrix snaps. "Narcissa is right. He is too young and stupid to know better."
Rodolphus turns away. There is no convincing her of anything.
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31 March 1998
Rodolphus sits in his bedroom alone, staring up at the ceiling. Bellatrix is not with him, and he knows that she is … with the Lord.
A moan of pleasure floats down the corridor, and he turns his face away.
Why can't he please Bella the way the Dark Lord does?
