"Bellatrix LeStrange, nee Black, you have been formally sentenced to life in Azkaban prison for crimes against Alice and Frank Longbottom alongside numerous other attacks on muggles, 'muggle-born' witches and wizards, and also a few attacks on 'half-blooded' witches and wizards. Your sentence may be shortened if you give the court any other evidence against the so called army of 'death eaters' under the command of a one Thomas Marvolo Riddle. Do you wish to do so?" requested Barty Crouch Sr.
Bella rolled her eyes. Give up her colleagues? Even those cowardly enough to pretend that they were under the imperious curse? Never. Her Lord would be ashamed of her if she did, and that would be the worst punishment imaginable. She knew that the Dark lord would rise again before her sentence had fulfilled itself. She knew the weakling Igor Karkaroff was planning to tell crouch that his prized only son was a Death eater too and one close to the dark lord before his fall as well as that. No, her hated husband had decided to serve the full punishment, and even though she detested him, he couldn't be seen as more devoted to Voldemort as she was. The truth was in fact, that Bella was in love with Voldemort himself. It would not be prudent to disclose this fact to anyone, as it would make it seem as Bella thought she was on the same level as Voldemort, and therefore at a liberty to love him. No, that was unthinkable, but for now, Bella would have to wait to serve her lord, knowing that she was the only one to know that the Lord had created a way to survive, even after being hit with the killing curse. Voldemort had not told Bella precisely what he was using, but her love for knowledge of dark magic had provided her with a well educated guess: he was using Horcruxes. That was the thing about the dark lord; he always did think he was above anyone else. No! Bellatrix couldn't think like that, of course her Lord was above her, to try and argue against it was stupid. Even those revolting, vile mud bloods knew it: they said that he was a cruel, evil and twisted tyrant, but yes, the most powerful wizard known, unless perhaps you counted Dumbledore, but of Course to Bella, he didn't. Dumbledore was an old man, and old men have a habit of Dying. Far more appealing would be to put your trust in a young, handsome, clever Man, who still had a long way to go, and that was how Bella made her choice.
"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us; he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!" she spat hatefully, and Crouch seemed taken aback. Bellatrix knew from his pained expression what he was thinking, after all she had changed a lot from the polite, pretty girl who Barty Jr. Used to court on Saturday afternoons. It was astonishing how the oldish man thought that his son could marry her. Yes, Bella would keep him in shape, she recounted the many occasions when Jr. Had gone off the rails: there was the muggle drug instance, and the time he had used love potions on 65 witches at the same time to please his teenage desires, and so many more times. But unfortunately, Crouch was a half-blood. Not quite as despicable as the mudbloods, but marrying a wealthy pureblood like LeStrange would ultimately be more beneficial and elevate her status in society, by that, she meant purebloods. To Bella, no one else mattered, except a few very influential half-bloods like crouch, indeed, the only reason he was allowed to join Lord Voldemort's ranks was because of his father, as a very highly respected politician in the Ministry, and he then proved infinitely useful to the dark lord's cause. Mudbloods, however, were a different story. Bella didn't care if one of them was the Queen of Sheba, they didn't deserve to have magic.
"In that case, may the wizengamot see that dementors escort Mrs. Lestrange to high security cell number 93 with immediate effect, for as long as she lives." concluded Crouch, deeply saddened. The four hideous creatures advanced toward Bellatrix. Just before the terror and nausea of the dementors washed over her, Bella remembered her patronus, a snake. After much studying, she decided that this must've been because of her Love for the Dark Lord: the snake representing Voldemort's prized serpent, Nagini, which Bella guessed was a horcrux, Voldemort's noble ability to speak parseltounge, and also his animagus form. It was true that the dark lord could not love, but what Bella was even surer about was the fact that she loved him. Yes, she was going to Azkaban, but she could still hope; hope that maybe after a lifetime, her Lord would be able to love Bella the way she loved him.