Challenge fic of the forum Bellatrix Lestrangue: The dark's lord most faithfull.
Prompte:Alternate Universe. Write a 100 or 500-word drabble featuring our favorite characters in a different setting, or switch canon around to see what would have happened had things turned out differently, i.e. Voldemort winning the Second War.
If Voldy win, Bella survive and Rodolphus die.
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I saw you fall on the floor. I was too far away from you to help you. I saw you look at me one last time. I sent you my thoughts, "I love you Rod." You responded "I love you too" and you took your last breath. My love was dead. I killed everyone all around me. Not one survived. I ran to you body and I screamed curses at unfair Death. I cried all the tears in my body. What will I become without you? I heard someone coming behind me. held back my tears as well as I could and left you.
I am a pure blood witch, I must not cry in front of anyone. I must be glad we won the war, but I wasn't. I had just lost my husband, my love, the only man who understood me, held me in his arms, kissed me, slept with me and lived with me for years. I remembered the last night, our last time together. I went back as fast as I was able to do. I could no longer support the happiness of the other death eaters. I wanted to but I couldn't.
I went to our room. I laid on my side of the bed. I didn't want to take your place even if you would never take it again. I began to cry, my broken heart hurt me like hell. I just thought, "Why do you leave? I should have died in your place! How can I continue to live without you?" I cried and screamed in pain. After few hours, I fell asleep.
I woke up and put my hand at Rodolphus' side and no one was there. I wanted so much for it to be a bad dream, a nightmare, but no it was the hard reality. I was alone, I would be alone forever now. I closed every door and window of the manor and went back to our... no... my room. I wanted to see nothing, to see no one.
I changed into my nightgown and crawled back into my bed to wait. Waited for the day things would be better. I waited for my heart stop hurting me like but again again and again I cry for my husband.
It was like this for days. I woke up, took a shower, ate a little, saw my sister, who desperately hoped I would feel better soon, and I continued to cry. Suddenly, it was his funeral.
I put a beautiful dress, black of course. It was simple, without corset or other useless things. I acted like a pure blood widow must. I waited every body leave and I sat down behind the crypt of my beloved husband. I had never thought I would love him as much as I had since his death. At least I told him I loved him.
I stood at the crypt and, in a last I love you, I killed myself.