Perhaps I'm finishing this a bit too quickly; I'm almost distraught to see it go, so I think I'll finish it tomorrow. Anyways, after no wait whatsoever, here is chapter seven!
"The Dark Lord will come for me, and when he does I will be rewarded as his most loyal servant,"
The words still rang clear in her mind nearly ten years after she had been sent to Azkaban, "The Dark Lord has to be out there somewhere," she murmured to herself, "getting stronger, preparing himself for his return to power."
Bellatrix Black sat, uncomfortable in her trunk sized cell, in her mind she knew that her master would prevail and rescue her before she died in the dark prison, but sometimes she missed the lavish life she had lived, even attending school with Mudbloods had been better than rotting in a prison cell for ten years.
It seemed that the Dementors where the closest thing she would ever get to a visitor, and although she was confident in her master, every day she felt herself slip a little more, as if she was now just a shell of her previous self. Of course, she had retained some traits, like her daring attitude and hatred of Muggles. Personal hygiene however seemed to be the least of her worries.
The raven hair once envied by every girl in Hogwarts was now matted and overgrown, falling into her face without even so much as a pin to pull it back. Inside her mouth, the blinding white teeth she had spent so much time taking care of where now decaying as though she was eating nothing but sweets. Sweets, she thought sarcastically, Bellatrix was lucky if she even ate anything, no less a sugary substance made for children.
This was perhaps the most drastic of things she had lost; Bellatrix had always had a pleasant figure, with curves in all the right places. What she had now, however, could barely be considered a figure at all; her skin was pulled tight against her body, giving her a diseased look, as if she would crumble at the touch, her ribs prodded out of her awkwardly as if screaming malnourishment, and her once enviable bust line had resided to nothing, as if her body was eating itself in an attempt to stay alive.
The jingle of keys brought Bellatrix out of her self pity, the Dementors glided soundlessly through the prison, bringing with them feelings of dread, the one guard who patrolled the prison, however, brought with him a warm Labrador patronus and a small portion of food.
With only one guard, it could be weeks before you got fed, the rain water leaked thought the needle covered walls providing a prisoner with means of a drink, but food, that was a luxury that came only from the guard. Being on her own private floor in the small cell, on the top of Azkaban tower, Bellatrix rarely got the comfort of a small meal, so when she did it was one to be savored.
"Black!" the guards rough voice called, the tone of disgust lingering in the air long after he had spoken, Bellatrix made a grunting noise, signaling that she hadn't died and she was in fact waiting for her meal.
The man chuckled and made his way over to the small letter hole that the few stale pieces of bread and crushed grapes would go through, "I've got news for you 10043," he said, referring to her by her prisoner number, a trait she loathed in the guard, almost more than the fact that he was Muggle born.
"That kid, the one who killed your master, Harry Potter's his name," he said his tone joking as he remembered, "He starts school today, 10043, already the defeater of the darkest wizard to ever live and he doesn't even know any spells, how cute!" the guard laughed at his own joke, his booming exasperating laughter filling her cell with rising heat.
"What do you think of that Black? Huh?" He jeered, as he tossed the food in. Bellatrix could almost see his sneer, one less deserving than the one in which she normally wore, one that should not be sent from a Mudblood to someone with blood as pure as she.
For the first time in the ten years she had been in the prison, Bellatrix Black spoke to the inferior Mudblood guard, "Let me tell you something, the Dark Lord is very much alive, as we speak he is out in the world preparing his army, one day he will come and release me from this cell, and do you know who the first people I kill will be?" she asked, malice practically dripping off her words.
An audible gulp came from the other side of the wall, and Bellatrix smirked, "That's right Mudblood, you and your whole disgusting family." She began to laugh madly once she heard the guard's tray of food clatter to the ground and his frightened footsteps take off down the staircase.
Bellatrix continued to laugh, her laughter making her troubles lighter, yet it seemed she was loosing her sanity as she did so, which only made her laugh harder, oh the swarms of people she would kill when she got out of Azkaban, but no, she wouldn't waster her first kill on the stupid Mudblood's family, no she had bigger fish to fry.
