Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Six months Alastor Moody has been feeding Bellatrix information under Dumbledore's order, four months he's tried persuading her to change sides.
Here they were once again with him desperately trying to get her to change sides before she ends up dead, insane or in Azkaban.
"Let me help you Bellatrix" Alastor says, not for the first and probably not the last.
"You can't protect me from him no one can. I belong to him we all do once we take the mark, the only way out is death" Bellatrix whispers in the darkness and her back turned on him.
"Dumbledore could and you know it, defect and he'll put you somewhere safe like he has Andromeda and Ted" Alastor tells her in a tired tone, he's said it all before and knows he response before she gives it.
"What about Narcissa? She'll never leave Lucius and he won't leave the Dark Lord not while he is so powerful,"
It's the same question every time "What about Narcissa?".
Like Bellatrix had been programmed never to say what she wanted or needed it was always about someone else.
He doesn't know what to her, he doesn't have a solution so he just pulls her close and holds her until she falls asleep.
He drifts off to sleep shortly after her.
Bellatrix is already gone when he wakes several hours later.
The next time he sees her it feels like an entirety has passed, but in reality its been a week and a half.
Only this time Bellatrix hasn't come to him for information no this time she can barely stand and looks in agony.
He knows it's Voldemort's doing for whatever reason the madman had hurt her.
How she had made to him her condition is a mystery to him.
He doesn't ask her how she managed to or why Voldemort had hurt her because no matter what he says she'll go back to him.
So he fixes her up the best he again,,tries to make her comfortable and hopes the Voldemort doesn't summon her for a few days at least.
She stays for three-days to heal. The first day is a bit of a jumble for her, there is only pain and soothing words from Alastor.
A lot of the day she sleeps and just about remembers being told to take small sips of waters.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, there is the feeling she shouldn't have gone to him, but she had nowhere else to go or no one else to go to.
So she pushes the feeling away and sleeps.
The second day she is still in pain and feels tired, but after being dosed up with a strong pain reliever potion she has enough energy to eat and take a bath.
She doesn't have the energy to argue with Alastor, but she does anyway.
"Whatever you're trying not to say can you just say it and get over with it?" Bellatrix asks, irritated at him for reasons she doesn't know.
"There really isn't any point because nothing will change you'll still go back to him. You'll say it's because you want to protect Narcissa or because no one can keep you safe, but it isn't, " Alastor sighs, he doesn't want to argue with her.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that for so long someone has always given you orders from your parents to Voldemort that you can't function without them" Alastor tells her, trying his hardest to put it as gently as possible.
"That isn't true and even if it is I fail see how it's any concern of yours" Bellatrix hisses, her nostrils flaring.
"You're in my house and my bed so you made it my business. Now, as much as I am enjoying this little chat I have to go to work and you need to rest"
Bellatrix couldn't help scowling because he was right, she had made his business and that he was leaving for work, leaving her alone.
He didn't return until the early hours of the morning and he wouldn't look Bellatrix in the eye. She didn't need him to ask what had happened, it was obvious that they'd been a death eater attack and lives lost or destroyed by a loss.
On the third day they barely spoke there were a few exchanges of do need this or can you pass me this and that was all.
Bellatrix still wasn't completely healed yet, but when she felt her dark mark burning whether it was from fear or loyalty she went to Voldemort.
Alastor wanted to stop her, beg her not to go to him, but he couldn't because all he could see was the family slaughtered by Death Eaters.
She wasn't there he knew that, but he also knew that if she had of been she wouldn't have spared anyone either.
