A/N: Hello, This was an idea that suddenly came over me and demanded to be written lol x


Memories

Her eyes glistened with the tears that she cried for him and her heart seemed to be breaking ever so slowly. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to find him. She was faithful to him. He was like her own flesh and he had been taken away from her, yet she was sure he would come and rescue her from this place.

The place was prison and with each second, it began to grow colder. The coldness seeped into her skin entwining every inch of her body and having no heat caused her to shiver and the tears still kept on coming.

It pained her to think of how weak her Lord could be now, and she knew that her master would be ashamed of her tears, but they kept flowing and were never ending.

The woman's body had its own ways of dealing with this distressing experience, her cheeks burning. The palm of her hands hurt as her nails dug into the flesh causing marks. Her complex brain thinking of the memories they shared. Them meeting, dining , working , killing and torturing together...

Torturing was the reason why she was in Azkaban. Remembering it clearly she saw how both Longbottoms screamed in agony as she and her husband demanded information from them. They both wanted to know where their powerful master was, and were sure they knew something. Yet with a pang of the heart and ache rushing through her body. She remembered how much their refusal of saying where her master was angered her. She kept throwing the cruciatius curse at them madly; Determined to find out where he was. After all she needed him to live, without him her life was not worth living. She could not stand Dumbledore embracing the Mudbloods into society and it infuriated her that while she sat in this miserable, dark cell, Dumbledore would be sending letters informing Mudbloods that they could go to Hogwarts.

She lay on the icy floor, memories swept over Bellatrix Lestrange and that is where the determination to stay faithful began. All she did was for her Lord alone, not Narcissa or her husband but him.

Bellatrix rolled up her left sleeve and the mark was slowly fading. Fresh tears swept down her face.

"I will stay faithful...." She whispered into the darkness.

In her heart though, Bellatrix knew she would be rewarded beyond her wildest dream. With this thought Bellatrix forgot about the coldness and fell into dreams of her beloved master.


A/N: I hope you liked it. Reviews would be appreciated, as it helps me improve my work x