Too tired to do anything but write. Meh. Don't own HP, or else I wouldn't have killed Bellatrix. I would have just locked her up with Sirius in a fair fight and see who comes out alive. Well, maybe a couple OotP members thrown in there too. And Harry. And Ron. And Hermione. And Lily and James Potter. And Dumbledore. Let's see THAT happen!
one
Bella curls up tighter and breathes onto my fingers, trying to warm them up.
A dementor lingers by her cell. Why is it always her?
Maybe because she clings to Andromeda. Sometimes Andy was the only thing keeping her from just pointing the wand and saying the words.
Or maybe it's Cissy, the way they hold each other and Cissy cried into her shoulder when Lucius cheated or when Andy ran off. They heard she's happy, but Bella does not understand how she couldn't be happy with Bella (she always protected her) and Cissy (the sidekick to Andy's dynamic personality).
It might be Draco, who kept everyone from insanity, with his baby gurgles and innocent laugh.
Could be Rodolphus, who she nicknamed Dolphin in seventh year after the Other Black dumped him in the lake, with his three Gryffindor friends. She really loves him, you know.
Or maybe the stories Aunty Wally told, in a perfect world, where there are no Muggles at all, and everyone is purebloodpurebloodpureblood.
But somehow, during her first long night in Azkaban, wondering why the dementors stopped by her cage, she never thinks once of her Dark Lord.
two
It's a year in now. Bella has lost any hope of visitors. Anyone who might have are either in a cell near her or have turned on the Dark Lord, those slimy blood-traitors.
She doesn't really care, though. Her worship and anger and betrayal and loyalty are shallow. She would certainly act on them, however.
And so she is still sane.
three
Another year passes. Bella lies on her hard, cold, unforgiving slab of metal that they call a bed. A dementor floats by the door. She can feel its cool rank breath rattling across her face.
"She's my sister! Don't tell me I can't see her, you bastard!"
Bella can recognize that voice anywhere.
"Andy?" asks Bella incredulously.
"Hey, Bella," Andy says. She grins with a smile that had long attracted others with its carefree, mischievous glow. Her Patronus, a dolphin, frisks beside her.
"What are you doing here?" asks Bella, still too surprised to be mean.
"I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I only just found out that you were in Azkaban, Ted and I were kind of hermits for a while..." Andy blabbers, and before she pretends to be pissed, Bella allows herself to hear Andy's voice with love in it, just one more time.
"What are you doing here?" Bella says again. This time, poison laces her tone.
Andy blinks.
"I-"
"Why don't you just stay with your dear Mudblood, and the real purebloods will deal with the Muggles, blood-traitor," hisses Bella.
Andy's eyes well with tears and sorrow. She blinks and in their place is a hard, burning anger. The Patronus flickers and winks out.
"You are not my sister," she says tonelessly. She waves her wand and the Patronus appears again. It is somber, no longer playing.
Andy leaves. Dementors replace her.
This will be a multi-chapter account of Bellatrix's years in prison. And to clarify, each chapter name is the amount of years she's been in Azkaban.
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