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Inquisition
Part Two
Now adays, the scenery is always grey, without a bit of color or light shining through. The days blend in to one another, and she's not even sure how long she's been here. Every year she gets ushered out to have her hair cut and her health inspected (those sentenced to life are expected to live long, full, miserable ones) and it's the only time she leaves this room. Shackled and dirty, she sits, and waits for her Lord to rescue her.
Sometimes she would talk to herself, sometimes she would talk to other people, those she knew from her past life, as if they were there. Most days she spoke to Voldemort, how excited she was that he was going to be waiting for her when she got out. Sometimes she spoke to Rodolphus, or her mother and sisters, and once every blue moon would talk to Sirius.
She'd call him a fool and a coward, but would whisper how she missed him, how she missed seeing his crushed face whenever something went wrong. He was never one to be strong when something happened, you could tell by the look on his face what he was thinking and feeling. So weak too, she'd snicker, but at least you can fuck if nothing else.
They used to be housed in the same prison, both institution children stuck in Azkaban for life. When she would whisper things to him she hoped that it would be carried down the corridors with the dementors and reach him. Obviously, it never did.
When she came out for her yearly checkup, held down by dementors and inspected by a team of physicians, one told her about him.
"Your cousin escaped, you know." he said, opening her mouth and looking into it, "Sirius, that is. Still haven't found him. Don't get too giddy, we've upped security since then. No one is busting out of here." he said with a grin, slamming her mouth shut. They had a silence spell on her, otherwise she would be spouting obsceneties at him by now.
Escaped. Lucky bastard. She would get out one day too. She swore it.
It was another day, another day alone in this cell, talking nonesense to herself. The slot in the door opened and a pair of eyes peered in at her.
"Visitor." the guard said.
Visitors were highly discouraged and most times completely unallowed. There was, however, an hour between 9 to 10 am when people were allowed to speak with lawyers, business associates, and other people of importance, and only on the first Monday of the month. No one had ever come to visit Bellatrix.
After having a sedative spell administered, two dementors dragged her to the visiting room, tiny and black, and shackled her ankles and arms together, and then to the walls.
For a few minutes she sat alone, staring only against the wall of the opposite end of the room. Then, a young man walked in.
"Who are you?" she said indignantly.
"Oh, no one." he sat accross from her.
She could see he was an adolescent, but an older one. Maybe sixteen or seventeen.
"What's your business with me? Huh? Come to bother an old lunatic have you?" she said, grinning at him, "Come to interview me? For your tabloids?"
"No, no m'am. I just come to finish some of your unfinished business."
"I don't have any."
He shot her a look, "Please, m'am, I can tell just by looking at you there's a lot more." he smiled then, a smile that looked familiar but she was unable to place it.
"You look a little young." she sneered.
"All will become evident in time," he said, opening his brief case, bringing out legal papers. "Well then, let's start shall we? You were legally married to Rodolphus LeStrange, correct?"
"Yes..." she said hesitantly.
"Did the two of you ever have any children?"
"No. None." she shook her head.
"No?"
"I thought I made that quite evident, sir."
"I see, I see." he said, putting a copy of the marriage liscence in front of her.
"And what were you doing the winter of 1976?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary." she said, her head spinning from the spell.
"Oh no?"
"No!" she shouted, tired of this boy.
"Did you ever have a child?"
"No.. I.." she stopped, "Well.."
He took out a piece of paper with gold trim around the edges. Bellatrix picked it up and looked it over.
Certificate of Adoption. Her eyes went wide and she looked up.
"Where the hell did you get this?"
The boy smiled, "My mother."
Bellatrix shook her head, "No, no you can't -"
"It's me, Mum, it's Phin."
She stared at him, her jaw agape.
"My mother wouldn't tell me who my birth parents were so I had to go and find out. I've got one piece of the puzzle, and that's you, Bellatrix. I just need the next. I knew Rodolphus wasn't my father, but you have to tell me who it is."
"Why should I tell you anything!" she screamed, standing up, the chains rattling as she tried to get closer to him.
He was smirking, Sirius' smirk. He was handsome like Sirius too, but she saw bits of herself in him now that she was closer. His eyes were still green. But it hadn't really sunk in this was her son.
"Oh, Mum, it isn't that hard. All I need is one little name."
"No!" she said defiantly.
"Very well." Phin stood and moved to her, his face next to her ear but his body slanted away from her, trying to create as much a distant as he could and still whisper, "But I tell you, mother, that if you do not you will not like the consequences."
"And what would those be?"
Phin stepped back, and right before her eyes, punched himself in the face. Bellatrix was for once astonished beyond words, as she stared at the blood dripping from his nose.
"Oh, she hit me!" he screamed, loud enough that guards might hear him. He struck himself with an open palm, leaving a harsh red mark on his cheek, "Oh, Merlin, she hit me again!"
"Stop that!" Bellatrix screamed, "Stop!"
Phin nodded, "Just one name, Bellatrix, just one name."
She bit her lip. Dare she tell him who his father was?
Too late, too, since his fist reconnected with his jaw.
"Guards!" he screamed again, and this time the shuffle could be heard coming towards the door. There would be hell for her to pay now.
"Sirius Black." she said, defeated, "I know you probably thought it was Voldemort, but no, it's Sirius Black."
The doors burst open and a few dementors swarmed, overpowering Bellatrix. Phin heard her screaming, and then moaning from pain as she was put in her place. She was probably to be beaten the next few days for such bad behavior.
A guard came and helped Phin up, collecting his papers into his brief case.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" he said, "we really should've put a dementor in there with her, she's such a dangerous woman..."
Phin didn't hear the guards words, he was too giddy to pay attention. Sirius Black, eh? Because he was raised in a pureblood family, he knew of the others. He knew of the Blacks, but not much about them. This Sirius he had to find out more about. There must be more to the cold blooded killer and his infamous prison photo.
He left Azkaban with a wide smile on his blue, black and bloodied face.
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Up next : Phin seeks more answers.
