For the past fourteen years he had only memories of his wife to help him make it through the treacherous days and nights. Rodolphus Lestrange was a shadow of his former self, it was only expected
after fourteen years of corporal punishment, numerous hexes, and malnourishment that he would look almost skeleton-like. Even though he had be brutally beaten and subjected to the Cruciatus
Curse multiple time a day, just the thought of her made all of his pain go away. He longed to see her every day, and as each day passed his love for her grew stronger as well as his desire for her. He
had vowed to never let her go if he were to see her again. Never did he think that he would actually be freed from Azkaban, the mere thought of escaping was absurd. His own personal hell was
surrounded by ruthless wizards with a lust for blood and the dark and disparaging creatures who would gladly take his soul for their own at any minute. Rodolphus had almost given up hope of seeing
his precious Bella until the day that the riot began. All of His followers were in an uproar, they were rejoicing that their Lord had returned for them. The wall to his cell suddenly exploded and through
the rubble he could make out what seemed to be his one true love, his childhood sweetheart, his other half, his wife, his Bella. It soon became clear to him that beneath the pallid, sunken, and
disheveled exterior was his Bellatrix. Just as he promised himself that he would, Rodolphus ran to his wife and embraced her with such ferocity. He whispered to her, " My love, I can't believe it's you.
I've longed for you for these last fourteen years. I am now complete again with you by my side. My dear Bella, I'm never letting you go again." The embrace ended as soon as he uttered the last word,
His precious gem looked at him with a crazed expression in her bloodshot eyes. He had hoped she would be enthusiastic about their reunion. Instead a smile spread across her lips and her eyes
began to shine like they did once before, the only thing she was capable of saying was, "The Dark Lord has returned." Rodolphus gazed shockingly at his wife as he finally realized that she was no
longer, Bellatrix Lestrange, his loving wife and devoted Death-Eater. She was Bellatrix Lestrange, the lost soul.