Hey guys! This is my first story, and it may be really awful, but please let me know what you think! Its about Bellatrix Lestrange, and the fifth book.
She sat there patiently waiting. She remained ever faithful, even after 14 years. For this many have called her mad, for other things many have called her mad. Perhaps they are right, but nevertheless she sat waiting. Others lost their faith, but she would never. She had delved to far into his mind to be ever persuaded into losing her faith. Somewhere out there he was grateful for it, but somewhere out there he was annoyed she just sat in wait. She did not choose to wait but she did wait, and did nothing but wait.
As ever she was lost in thought, and as ever that thought was taken away from her, and she was, as ever left in cold hollowness as the dementor came around. Bellatrix tried to get away from it, but deep down knew it was no use. Through the glass screen she saw the dementor creating the hole he always creates, and through it shoving her food. The dementor left as quickly as it came and her patient faith was restored. Bellatrix, unlike so many others, had somehow managed to not be forced into madness by the constant presence of the dementors. Some people believe its because she had already completely lost her mind and so the demetors could do nothing.
Her greedy hands snatched at the food, and she shoved it into her mouth. She knew that the less time this took the more time she had to think, to exercise her patience. Bellatrix had perhaps one virtue, this was not wisdom, not kindness, but patience. Every other virtue she fell short on their criteria, but not patience. Perhaps her lack of other virtues created her patience, she wasn't smart enough to get bored, not funny enough to miss laughing, all she needed from life was the Dark Lord, and she hoped all he needed was her. The flame that kept her faith almost flickered out, when she heard a new inmate talking about how Harry Potter had claimed You Know Who was once again alive. Bellatrix wasn't surprised as she thought she thought she felt her Dark Mark burn, but that magic was weakened in Azkaban.