Extremely short. The usual Rod/Bella angst.

Disclaimer : I don't own Rodolphus Lestrange OR Bellatrix Druella Rosier Black-Lestrange.

Move Along

Rodolphus sat on a high-back chair, hands on its arms as he looked into the fireplace. He inclined his head slightly, his handsome face looked so worn out, so tired. He had had enough of all the fighting, of all the battles, duels, had had enough of all the casualties. He wanted out.

When somebody opened the door behind him, he didn't move, he merely stared into the fireplace. Light footsteps could be heard and slowly, his wife, Bellatrix, stood, her back facing him, she too was looking into the fireplace.

They had not been right, they never were right to begin with. But he felt something for her. He lifted his head so that he looked at her dark and curly hair and said, with a calm voice, "I love you," he closed his eyes, one hand on his forehead as he lowered his head now.

Bellatrix did not say anything. When Rodolphus opened his eyes, she was not there anymore. He did not even hear her close the door because Bellatrix had moved along. Had gone away...forever.

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If it's not obvious, Bellatrix is dead.

Like, Rod was just imaging her and stuff and all that. Eh.