Bellatrix Lestrange looked out the window of her jail cell in Azkaban. Somewhere out in the night, where there was little despair in a warm room, Christmas light were being put up, a turkey dinner was being served, and joyful carols were being sung. But not here, not in Azkaban, and not with the dementors around.
She let out a ringing cackle that made the soft snoring of her husband, Rodolphus, stir, and then fall back asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly.
Bellatrix's face screwed up in disgust. He was sleeping? Now of all times? Bellatrix never slept well at all, not since the Dark Lord fell. He was out there, he needed her, his most faithful servant. And where was she? Locked in a cell in Azkaban, waiting, loyal, but indeed useless.
It was Christmas Eve. It was always around this time that she remembered how long she had been locked away in this hopeless place. It was too on a December nightthat she had been caught. It was too on a December night that her daughter was born. Her daughter? Bellatrix had never seen her face. They took her, they took her away. She was nameless, faceless, clueless. She was probably dead for all Bellatrix knew.
Bellatrix's eyes stung as they always did on Christmas Eve. It always reminded her of the family that never loved her; always liked Narcissa the beautiful, always liked Andromeda the kind. Never Bellatrix the ugly. Bellatrix the evil, Bellatrix the hopeless. Bellatrix the pathetic.
And where were they now? Narcissa had married Lucius Malfoy. Now she was nothing but a housewife only needed to attend to their first born son Draco. How weak, how feeble! Bellatrix sniggered.
How about Andromeda? She married a filthy mudblood, Ted Tonks, completely dishonoring the Black family name. Stupid girl. Severe hatred and adrenaline ran through Bellatrix's veins now. She couldn't stand the mudblood scum besmirching her family's proud line. The family would now simply brush her away.
The only family that had ever liked her was that Regulus Black. And where was he now? Like herself, a faithful servant to the Dark Lord. The only lord for that matter. Bellatrix hadn't seen him for a while. He was not rotting in Azkaban as she was. He had not been a captured Death Eater. Now, thinking about it, she hadn't heard any news about Regulus after the fall of thie master.
Bellatrix's thoughts finally came back to her daughter, as they so often did.
Her only daughter. Parents in Azkaban. No one to love her. No one to care about her. The child probably didn't even know about her own past. About her nobility as a pureblood!
I shall be avenged, thought Bellatrix, I will get revenge on someone for this, mark my words.
For Bellatrix merely wanted to glance at her. To see their likeness, and maybe, just maybe, teach her a thing or two about muggles.