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Behind Azkaban walls

She just lay their, not moving a muscle, not speaking a word. Her hair was messy and at first sighed looked like a shrub growing out of her head. Her face pale and ghostly white, was the only thing that the light from the single bulb on the ceiling was reflecting upon. She didn't have much on her, just ripped and tattered robs that have seen better days. She wore no shoes and her feet were turning a shade of blue from the icy cold of the Atlantic winds.

Their lay a broken woman, a woman with a past so terrifying it would chill any ones dreams and turn them into nightmares. This woman had long ago given up on trying to be mobile and dropped on her single wooden bunk to mourn her life away.

When one thinks of this scene, one can't help but wonder. Why? '

Why did she give up? Why was she staying in a cold single cell of the Azkaban prison with nothing but the sound of the Atlantic Ocean crashing its waves on the rocks surrounding the prison? Why did she give up and not try her many escape ideas. Why, why, why.

As if she heard you wonder, Bellatrix slowly turned her head and spoke to no one

"You wonder why." She gave a low chuckle." I trusted him and only him. He used me, he broke me, he left me. I was a pawn and all this time I worshipped him thinking I was his most loyal and trusted his most daring and brave. I thought he loved me. But in the end when all was done I looked around and saw I had no friends no family and no one to turn to, and now she sighed I have no life."

With that said she closed her eyes and moved no more. Her body remained laying still forever more, behind Azkaban walls.

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