Insanity
This is just a little one shot that I've had in my head for a while; I've wanted to write something for Harry Potter for ages.
Set when The Dark Lord returns in goblet of fire and calls his death eaters to him. Enjoy!
Azkaban prison; top high security cell number 849305. This had been home to Bellatrix Druella Black Lestrange for thirteen years. Thirteen years with nothing but the cold musty air of her cell and the screams of the tormented souls that had kept her company since her imprisonment. She thought maybe she would scream too like the others, who had lost hope and also their very minds but she forced herself to never scream, not until she was completely insane, not until there was no hope for her. She was able to keep a small shred of her sanity by thinking of the one thing she could hope for; the return of The Dark Lord.
Bellatrix had been sentenced to life imprisonment to this very cell, if somebody asked her if she could go back in time and made it so that she had never become a death eater she would probably crucio them and tell them what kind of a stupid question was that. To say she was proud to be here was an understatement, being here and waiting for her master proved just how loyal she was to him. She knew that he would return and rescue her.
While she never screamed she always whispered, rocking back and forth in the corner of her cell. "The Dark Lord will come; he will rescue me, his most faithful". She would chant it endlessly until she would fall asleep, escaping the cold and the screams filling her cell only to be in just the same nightmare in her dreams, caused by the dementors surrounding the prison.
Bellatrix awoke one night (it was always night there) to a strange yet familiar burning sensation on her left wrist. She was a bit drowsy so she did not comprehend what was happening straight away, she looked at her left wrist just staring, clenching her left hand to help resist the pain as she continued to stare at the mark on her wrist.
The Dark Lord has returned
The Dark Lord has returned
The Dark Lord has returned
The Dark Lord has returned
She chanted endlessly in her mind. She didn't quite know what to do, she just continued to stare and chant over and over again until she would say it aloud in only a whisper until her voice grew louder and louder until she was screaming it with such passion it echoed all through the top floor of the prison.
She screamed and cackled away even using what little strength she had to dance around in her cell, screaming in a sing song voice "THE DARK LORD HAS RETURNED! THE DARK LORD HAS RETURNED! THE DARK LORD HAS RETURNED!"
Many of the prisoners on the top floor could hear the chanting and cackling, the prison went into an uproar, many of the prisoners chanting along with her.
Bellatrix's husband Rodulphus whose cell was on the opposite side of the prison could hear the chanting, he himself had also felt the burning sensation on his left wrist and it gave him hope, he knew The Dark Lord would rescue him and his wife. He could not help but let out a little chuckle, he knew that it was Bellatrix who had started the uproar in the prison; she was the one giving these tortured souls hope.
Bellatrix was overcome with tiredness from dancing around screaming her lungs out, she fell onto the floor spread out and facing the roof of her cell chuckling away and gasping for breath. Her hope had been rekindled now, soon he would free her soon The Dark Lords most faithful would be at his side once more.
She did not realise it, but that rekindled hope had taken her last shred of sanity as she cackled away waiting for her Dark Lord to rescue her from Azkaban prison; top high security cell number 849305; home to Bellatrix Druella Black Lestrange.
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