This is another flashback chapter, I will do these every once in a while and I hope you like them!

This one is a little creepy though, if you aren't enough to understand how it is creepy though, then I suggest that you stop reading this right now.

Chapter 27

Bella could feel it: the heavy incense of pain, death and destruction that always hung over them like a cloud whenever they gathered, hear the screams and gasps of her fellow death eaters as her lord called them forwards, listed their crimes and punished them. Wearing the same, cold, heartless expression the he always did.

She waited patiently like a dog before it's master, for that is what she was, waiting for his cold, clear voice to call her name. For him to say it, to ignite the spark of ice that she loved so much.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." He said sharply. Every syllable that he said seemed to force itself through her ears, into her body, into her bloodstream all the way up to her heart.

She walked towards him, stepping into the dark mist that always seemed to surround him, that clung to his every moment and that corrupted the very air he breathed. She wanted that darkness. Wanted it to take root inside her, to corrupt and suck away all kindness from her just like it had done for her lord.

Her lord was ice and fire at the same time, an inferno that was trapped in a prison of ice. You never knew when the ice may shatter and the fire would come roaring out, smothering and suffocating you with the most deadly, venomous and intense pain that you can ever imagine. She loved it. Loved him.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," He said in his harsh voice, her surname sounded like a slap in the face, "Unfortunately, you like all the others, have been unable to follow my orders, and you shall be punished."

She felt a horrible pain inside her chest. It wasn't fear that he would hurt her, she knew that would happen, and it didn't scare her, it was the thought that her lord would be displeased with her that frightened her the most. That she would fall from the grace that she so wanted to have in his eyes.

She felt the shadow of his hand as he raised it, "Crucio."

He said it almost a whisper. But the flames inside began immediately. She felt the hot fire, lacing up her veins, as if someone had sucked out all her blood and replaced it with acid and fire. As if she was being stabbed with sharp knives in place that she never knew could hurt so much.

"Crucio." He said again, he said it in an almost bored way but she doubted any of the others noticed, they never did.

The pain continued but her screams were almost moans. She loved this pain. Loved the way that all of her lord's hate and secret agonies were being thrust inside her.

She knew, as all people that know how to make a painful crucio do, that in one spell, you take all the anger and pain that you have ever felt and pack it into a spell.

The pain gave her hope.

Crippled, dark hope that she craved and wanted.

He flicked hos wand, a sign for her to go.

She backed away almost reluctantly.

Something touched her hand; Rodolphus.

She almost snarled. She hated him, the only time he ever showed her kindness was in front of others, he was loyal to no one except himself, and he loved and cared only for the person he saw in the mirror every day.

Yet they were joined, connected by that dratted ring that she wanted to rip off so badly. For what did it mean to her? Except that her 'family' would get a few galleons every month. She hated it so much.

She refused to look at him.

Never, never would there come a day that she forgot or forgave for what he'd done to her that night.

What he'd made her go through.

Why she wore this damned ring-

She woke up with a start.

She then sighed and sank back onto the hard, ice cold floor while the storm that had been permanently enchanted over Azkaban raged on. The spell that protected them from muggles.

Her eyes flicked to the corner of the cell she was locked in.

The flash of thunder had shown her...It had to be an illusion. Caused by lack of food or the dementors.

But she could've sworn that she had seen two red eyes and a rueful, crooked smile watching over her.