Tell Me One Hundred Times
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Let Me Out
Our marriage was a prison. We were thrown together without warning and expected to immediately fall in love and be able to live together. That hope couldn't have been further from what really happened.
We lived in icy silence when our son was around and had explosive fights when he was at school. Every day I prayed for someone to unlock my prison door and let me out.
Our fights would rival nuclear explosions. I'd throw something, he'd throw something, I'd curse him, he'd curse me and we'd end up lying paralysed or otherwise harmed until the effects wore off.
We fought so many battles side by side. We tortured, we murdered, we pillaged and committed all other crimes together. We were even caught and thrown into Azkaban together.
On the one hundred and eighteenth day of my imprisonment I found out that my son had died. I went insane that day. I clawed at the walls of my prison, screaming and yelling. I screamed for my son.
That was the day I swore never to leave Rabastan. He was my final reminder of my son, my final link to him. To lose Rabastan would be to lose my son and I couldn't let that happen to myself. I had to keep hold of my son. I had to remember Aquarion.
This chapter was Rabastan Lestrange/Bellatrix Lestrange. To those who say 'Bellatrix had a son?' we have no idea what happened to many characters before Harry.