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A/N : short OS is short as f*c*
Rodolfus could remember in details the day he knew he had lost his wife. The woman he'd come to love after growing up knowing she was his bethroted. He was waking up in their master bedroom, the sun was playing unhindered on his torso and covered legs, leaving him warm. But his Bella wasn't there, she wasn't laying at his side, her head tucked on her hand as she peered down at him with her infuriating smirk. She wasn't even sitting at the psyché brushing her hair absently like she'd done after their daughter, their only child, was born, a stillborn.
It only became clearer as he saw her so many months later, clinging at their Master's knees, smiling up at him in a way she'd never bestowed on him. Their Master had always been charismatic and his cause lived on through them and the pureblood families. But the sheer intensity in Bellatrix's eyes that night. And the low pitched laugh that came out of their Dark Lord's mouth, washing over them all and making them shiver at the wave of magic that it purported. That was when he knew that wherever she went, he would go. Because wherever she went, would be where their Master wanted them.