"To say the least I've never exactly been a normal person. I've murdered five hundred and forty two people, but yet, I'd never once describe myself as heartless, or even cruel. I'm constantly a running away from the authorities, police and aurors alike. They all understand though, I've been under the imperious curse too many times, I hardly notice it anymore. The police don't understand, but I have a good 'lawyer' who makes sure I stay out of prison if you catch my drift."
The psychiatrist nodded and didn't question the illegalness of her patient, if she was a harm to society, which she was, then the authorities already knew what they were dealing with.
It was scary how her patient had been, under the imperious so many times she couldn't even tell the difference anymore. That scared her.
"Mrs. Lestrange, tell me about your childhood." The old psychiatrist looked at her patient, she had black hair, and ivory white skin. She looked sickly by how skinny she was, and by how pale she was, but upon telling the doctors this, the just shrugged and said it was genetics. 'Focus Ruth, you must pay attention to understand the mental patterns of your patients…' The old psychiatrist told herself before listening once again to her patient.
"My parents were purebloods, the typical sort. Torture and humiliation were a routine during my childhood. As a child you're taught to always be strong, to never show weakness, that's why I didn't have dolls, or dress up cloaks; no, I had severed heads, and knife cases."
The psychologist looked at me over her glasses and wrote down several things on her parchment and motioned for me to go on. 'She's pureblood, which would explain why she's wearing a red silk dress and matching red brocade stilettos while she was in the hospital. Focus Ruth, the days almost done, then you can go home and have a stiff martini.'
Bella noticed that the psychiatrist wasn't even listening, and she was getting bored so she decided to end the session early"So to sum things up as pureblood children we're raised to do two things. One is to be dignified and sophisticated at all times. The other was to fight for the Dark Lord." The middle-aged witch said looking down.
"I see, Mrs. Lestrange, may I call you Belletrix?"
"No, Belletrix was a part of my old life that I don't want to think about; but you may call me Bella."
"That is perfectly understandable, and we'll talk about your so called old life some other time, so don't think you're getting away with anything. But where was I? Oh that's right, Bella is it?" Bella rolled her eyes at the slight lack of compassion that came from the one person who was supposed to comfort her and her troubles, but then again, who can you trust when your own husband doesn't even own a heart…
Bella knew why she was here, her husband wanted to have her head shrunk while he was blowing all their money at the pub, and gambling. Bella fumed visibly
"Bella?" The psychiatrist snapped her fingers in front of Bella's eyes until she paid attention, demeaning Bella by the second as she treated her like a muggle. "Alright Bella, you're husband says that you haven't been yourself lately. He sent you to me so I can check you out. He says he wants to make sure that your marriage doesn't fall apart." Bella snuffed.
"It already has, I don't know what he can't see about that! It's over." She said angrily
"What do you mean by 'it's over?'? What has happened that makes you think that the two of you can't fix this marriage?"
"It's complicated, you wouldn't understand." Bella said sitting up, and hunching looking at the grounds, and fiddling with her hands.
"Try me Bella, what has happened to think that things wouldn't still work out between Ralph and you. Are you seeing another man?" The psychologist leaned forward and put her hand on Bella's, making them instantly stop moving.
"No," Bella said solemnly
The psychiatrist smiled and wrote some things down.
"There's still hope, you know, it's hard to come back from adultery, but now I have full confidence that you two will again be one. You just need a little therapy to deal with the mental scarring of all those imperious'. Now here, have some pills, they should help you sleep without dreaming, or having to drink that terrible potion." She rolled up her parchment happily, pleased that things weren't nearly as complicated as Ralph had hinted. And handed Bella some pills, and closed her hand.
Bella stared down at her closed hand, never moving from her earlier position"It was a woman." she said quietly, never moving.
The psychiatrist gaped for a moment, but regained composure quickly. You always think you climbed to the top of the stairs of triumph only to fall down every last one and break your back.
The old woman sighed and sat back down.
She closed her eyes, and said.
"I see, I should have asked if you were with someone else. That was my mistake. Now, how long were you together?"
"Three years."
"Are you still with her?" Ruth asked, more than uncomfortable.
"No, she was murdered." Bella began to feel her blood boil.
Ruth blanched; the old woman quickly got up from her arm chair and walked across the room, and sat down at her desk. She was preparing for her next question, not wanting to become number five hundred and forty three on Bella's list.
"Did you murder her?" the old witch asked her voice shaking, hardly daring to breathe.
"No," She said quietly "That was Rodolphus. It was part of the mission originally, but that wasn't why he did it. Ralph didn't do it to please the lord, or to save my arse from being killed for not killing her. No, he did it because he was jealous, and wanted his already gone marriage back." Bella said spitefully, desperately wanting crawl back under the covers. She began to cry, for the first time in over twenty years.
Ruth came back over to the setae, and gave Bella her handkerchief; Bella wiped her eyes, and sobbed now.
"What was her name?" Ruth asked.
Bella took a deep breath and said in a barely audible voice "Hermione Granger."
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