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It was Christmas. The 20th of December 1985 to be precise and Nymphadora was home for the Holidays. She was currently pacing in front of the fire, her curly hair a deep shade of purple and hanging past her hips. She'd been so excited for so long she could barely contain it any longer. She'd picked out her best gown, a classic black one that made her look 'very mature' paired with emerald jewellery. She stopped to stare at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked absolutely perfect.
Narcissa smiled from the doorway, so far she'd gone unnoticed for a good minute or so. She coughed slightly to announce her presence.
Dora instantly turned on the spot too quickly, she grabbed onto the fireplace to catch her balance. "So? Are you ready? Can we go now?"
Narcissa smiled at the young witches excitement "Yes. We can go now." She walked over to the fireplace, taking a handful of floo powder in one hand and reaching for her niece with the other.
Dora grinned her broadest grin and ran over to her Aunt and they were both soon stepping out on the other side.
Nymphadora shivered, instinctively stepping closer to her Aunt. She looked around the daunting structure around her, it was dirty, dank, it smelled weird and the distant sound of people screaming could be heard. That was forgetting the chill in the air caused by what Dora now knew to be Dementors, Azkaban was not a happy place.
Narcissa looked down at the young girl "It's not too late to go back home, darling."
"No." Dora stepped away from her aunt, standing tall and trying to seem as mature and calm as possible, "Let's go see mum."
Narcissa nodded, taking her hand and making her way to the security checks of the prison. She had tried to get both Rodolphus and Bellatrix to see Nymphadora but it was difficult enough trying to get access to just the one of them, she knew that Dora would prefer her mum.
Soon they were being taken through the building and towards her mother. Nymphadora tried to keep herself as composed as possible. She ignored the screaming voices she could hear, she ignored the dingy cells she passed on her way to her mother and she pretty much tried to ignore anything she physically could.
With her eyes pretty much glued to the floor it wasn't long before she bumped into the guard in front of her as he came to a halt.
"D- . . . Dora?" she recognised that voice, Nymphadora looked up and instantly ran to the bars of her mothers cell.
"Mummy! . . . Mum!" Dora clung onto the metal bars, tears brimming in her eyes.
"She's already chained to the ground, open the gate." Narcissa looked defiantly at the guard.
"Bellatrix Lestrange is a highly dangerous criminal, Mrs Malfoy. I can't take the risk she'd hurt one of you." The guard crossed his arms.
"Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now, that is her daughter for merlins sake. Now open the gate." Narcissa glared at the guard who didn't seem to budge. After a few moments Narcissa swore to herself, reaching into her robes and getting out a purse of coins, tossing it at the guard. "Please."
Dora let go of the bars for just a second whilst the guard got out his key "Five minutes."
"Ten." Narcissa perked up again "Or I'll inform my husband, who is very influential in the ministry, just how easily bribed Azkabans gaurds are."
The second there was a human sized gap in the gate Nymphadora squeezed her way through, she paused only for a second as her mother tried to stand up from the floor. It was then that she noticed how much she had changed. Bellatrix Lestrange looked like she hadn't bathed since the trial nor had a proper meal.
"Darling . . ." Bellatrix walked forward as much as she could, chains permitting.
It wasn't long before Dora quickly skidded over to her mother and hugged her tightly, the older witch ignoring the pain her weak body let out at the simplest of touches. Bellatrix pulled her closer, slyly leaning back against the cold wall and sliding down taking Dora with her, she smiled her first smile in what seemed like forever.
Dora closed her eyes, burying herself in her mothers tattered robes, much like she did when she was a small child. "I missed you . . ."
"I know. I missed you too." Bella looked up towards her sister, unsurprised to see the discontent on her face.
She knew that the minute Dora got home she'd be forced to get changed and have a bath. In truth, Bellatrix would never have let her daughter hug someone as filthy as she was right now but she didn't care, she had her daughter back. Her mind had been clouded for months and she was sure she was slowly going into a point of insane that had no return. It was only her letters from Nymphadora that had puled her back ever so slightly but she had no idea how long that would last.
"I missed you more . . . Did you get my last letter? I sent it a week ago but I know it takes a while some times to get through everything. It's okay." Dora grinned as she looked up at her mothers content face, Bellatrix had missed her daughters personality traits, such as her verbal diarrhoea "Well I made the Quidditch team! I'm Seeker! We won our first match against Gryffindor! Uncle Lucius said it's not a sport for girls but I don't listen to him most of the time."
It went on like this for ten minutes straight, Nymphadora talking off Bellatrixs ear off as they were both engulfed in each others arms in an entanglement of the two witches and chains.
"Come on, times up." The guard entered the cell, reaching out for Nymphadora.
"Don't touch my daughter!" Bellatrix glared, kissing Doras head "She's perfectly capable of walking thank you very much."
Dora sniffed "Really? Mum I-"
Bellatrix interrupted her "I'm sorry pet, this isn't the place to negotiate, I'll see you again soon I'm sure and I'll write to you still."
Dora sighed and got up, slowly and reluctantly stepping out of the cell "Love you mum."
Bella smiled "I love you too."
With that Bellatrix was left alone again, alone with her thoughts. She was soon falling back into her pit of depression as the chill closed in on her. She couldn't help but think of how much she loved the young girl who had just left her . . . her sisters daughter. She'd thought on that more and more since she'd been stuck in this hellhole. As much as she'd been disgusted to find out her sister had procreated with a mudblood to produce a half blood she now felt anything but disgust. She couldn't bare the thought of her getting hurt, of her ever getting upset or worst of all her finding out her true parentage. What would she do if she found out that Bellatrix was merely her Aunt? No . . . She couldn't think about it.
But as the dementors closed in on her she couldn't help but do anything but think about it. She would hate her . . . She'd never talk to her again . . . She'd run away just like her biological mother did . . . She couldn't cope with that . . . How could anyone forgive anybody for murdering their parents the way she had? What if Narcissa told her? What if Lucius figured it out? What if Rodolphus somehow figured it out and managed to write to her? What if she figured it out on her own?
Within seconds Bellatrix Lestrange had run at the bars of her cell, rattling her chains and screaming at the top of her lungs. She had to get out of here, to protect Dora, to get her master back and make everything better again . . .
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