Dear Diary,
Rodolphus came back yesterday.
He was gone for a week, I was starting to worry.
The Dark Lord had called for him, and he hadn't responded. Lolwhut?
I thought he died on me. Barty came over looking for him.
I couldn't bring myself the possibility..
He couldn't die on me!
He can't leave me..
He told me he would never leave.
And my Rod always keeps his word
He dissed the Dark Lord.
I slapped some plohq into him.
How dare he? My Lord is the reason for our existence.
Jealousy got the best of My Rod.
The Dark Lord angers him. He thought he lost me to him.
I had devoted my life, passion, sanity to the power of My Lord.
Obsessed I was, certainly.
It wasn't love. Never love.
Love was a weakness in such a place. Lust, on the other hand, is power.
But I had always loved my husband.
I still do. Of course.
Do I show it? Never. I'm stubborn.
He's not like the Dark Lord.
While My Lord is cold, and calm..
My Rod is warm and passionate.
I was happy with him. Very.
But he changed. My fault.
I couldn't even give him an heir.
I failed in the department I was most expected to excel in.
Infertile, sterile, barren, unproductive
He obliviated me. Wiped out the last 3 years.
I haven't felt so happy in so long.
But a friend restored my memories..
Why do they intefere in ?
Can't they see I love him?
Was it better that way?
Not remembering the people I've gotten close to
in the last three years?
I tried to hurt them.
Sometimes I don't realize the lethal capabilities of me and my Black walnut..
I want to go back to Rodolphus, hug him, tell him I missed him..
And that I am sorry
And that I love him..
Maybe it's too late.
My pride got the best of me
Bellatrix Lestrange