A/N - So I struggled with just how exactly the dementors would affect Bellatrix because she doesn't have happy memories per se, but I would think that the violence and torture would make her happy, so what would they leave her with then? Anyway, this was my take on it. This chapter was written for a few other competitions as well, which I listed at the end.

31 October 1981

Bellatrix grinned evilly as she continued to torture the worthless mudblood that lay in front of her. She had been sent on a raid with a larger than usual group of Death Eaters and told to have as much fun as possible. She knew that the Dark Lord was on his own mission tonight, one that involved only that spineless Wormtail and the Potters. She had requested to go along, begged really, but was rebuffed by her Master, who told her this was something he must do alone. Bellatrix grinned wider imagining her cousin's reaction to the deaths of his precious Potter and his filthy mudblood and their half-blood brat.

The screams of the man in front of her began to bore Bellatrix, so she cast a silencing charm on him and continued her work. She glanced to where Rodolphus and Rabastan were playing with the wife and smirked. Rabastan always did like to have his fun first.

She turned back to the mudblood and debated letting him alone for a bit so he could watch Rabastan when her forearm seared in pain. This was not the burning of a summons, but something else. Her wand lowered and Bellatrix hissed and grabbed her arm. She looked at her husband and brother-in-law and saw that they too were grasping their Dark Marks.

Shoving the pain away for a moment, Bellatrix quickly killed the mudblood and his family and then turned to her husband.

"What does it mean?" she demanded, but Rodolphus just shook his head in ignorance. Rabastan could barely stand beneath the pain, but he had always been the weakest of the three.

"What if," Rodolphus pulled in a breath, "What if something happened?"

"No!" Bellatrix roared and as suddenly as it had come, the pain disappeared. She yanked back her sleeve and watched at the Dark Mark turned from an angry red to its normal black. She sighed in relief for a moment before she noticed that the mark was starting to fade slightly along the edges. "No," she whispered. "No, it cannot be." Rodolphus saw her actions and pulled back his own sleeve, Rabastan following suit a moment later. The three looked up at each other in horror before disapparating nearly simultaneously. Bellatrix realized as she was squeezed into nothingness that they had forgotten to cast the Dark Mark above the house.

November 1981

"No," Bellatrix said again. "It hasn't gone altogether and you know as well as I that our Lord had plans in place. He is not gone, they must be hiding him."

"For what purpose?" Rodolphus demanded.

"To draw us out you imbecile," she snapped. "How many idiots have been captured already? How many have turned traitor against us?" Rodolphus said nothing. "They've let their guard down now," Bellatrix said. "We'll go tonight. Get Rabastan and whoever else you can find." Rodolphus looked at his wife who had that glint in her eye, one of madness and determination and left their safe house after disillusioning himself.

December 1981

Azkaban. She had known this would happen when they were caught and she refused to claim the Imperius curse like her coward of a brother-in-law, Lucius. She would not renounce her Lord. Her only regret was that they had not managed to kill the Longbottoms before they were arrested. Still, she thought, maybe having them lose their minds was a better punishment.

The air grew colder and Bellatrix knew the dementors were drifting ever nearer. She began to grin in anticipation, knowing that the memories that flooded her mind would continue to fuel her determination to survive. Someday, her Lord would come back and they could once again put things right.

June 1987

Lighter. It was lighter or was it? She couldn't remember how dark it was before. It was still there, not gone, it was supposed to be light. No, not light, dark. Yes, dark. It was darker before. Before. Before what? Before...before then. She shook her head. No, before the Potters, before Halloween, yes, it was darker then. But it still wasn't gone. He was still there, she knew that he was. It was taking longer than she thought, but maybe not, she didn't know when now was exactly. It grew colder, they were coming and she smiled. This was the part she knew she liked. Remembering.

February 1995

More itching, itching, itching, itching. Bellatrix scratched at her arm, her eyes unfocused. He would come, someday he would come, he would come back, come for her, her Lord, her Master. She scratched at her arm until the sleeve pulled back and she stared. Stared at the skull and the snake and the mark. Darker, was it darker, more ink, less skin, darker? She shook her head, trying to shake the fuzziness from it and stared some more. Flashes of memories, faces and screams echoed in her mind. She grinned, showing her ruined teeth, her skin stretched tightly over her cheeks. Darker, it was darker, he was coming.

24 June 1995

It burned. The mark burned and Bellatrix stood in the middle of her cell and laughed maniacally. Laughed and laughed and laughed. The dementors massed outside her cell, sucking in her laughter and still she laughed. It was dark as night now and it burned. The other prisoners with her on her block rubbed their own arms. Soon, they knew, soon, he would come. Soon, they would be free.

13 January 1996

The mark had burned again a few times and every time she waited. Waited for him to come, but he hadn't. He would, she knew that he would. The dementors had been absent more often, her thoughts were becoming more coherent and she knew that it was only a matter of time. Rodolphus had called for her a few days ago. He hadn't called for her since, she couldn't remember when. She hadn't talked to anyone except inside her own head for… she couldn't remember how long.

But now, he would come; now she would have her revenge on those that had put her here and those that would keep her here. She would have her revenge on those not worthy to lick the boots of her Lord. The mudbloods and blood-traitors, half-bloods and muggle scum.

She heard the stones shift in the wall, saw the doors of the cells open. They were soon all crowded into her cell, all grinning, all laughing, as they watched the hole open up. And when the final stone was gone, they fled. Free.

Also written for

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Greenhouse - Chili Pepper

Wand Wood - Cypress

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