Author's Note: This collection of pieces is a birthday gift for a dear friend of mine who can always make me smile and enjoys talking about Harry Potter just as much as I do. It's basically a series of Bella centric drabbles in no particular order. Enjoy and happy (most likely belated when you read this) birthday Morgan. You'll get more as the week goes on.
The wall fell with a resounding crash. The wind swirled the tangled matted hair of the woman. A shriek of ecstasy escaped from her lips. It was so wonderful. Freedom was right there in front of her.
She was free to serve the Dark Lord. She was free to torture mudbloods and filth. She was free to sleep on a comfortable bed. Free to idly talk with her sister. Free to watch her little nephew grow up and teach him what it meant to be a proper Pureblood.
Bellatrix Lestrange had so many things to do. And she wasn't going to waste a second more in this place. She left Azkaban behind her, just another awful memory.