Bellatrix Black is mad, he was a follower of voldemort, he killed people, he cut them up, he's lucky he's still a black. Don't associate with him. Its his fault the longbottoms almost died.
All of those thoughts, words people have said about him. He was sixteen when Sirius basically told him he wasn't welcome anywhere. Not even his sisters welcomed him. No ever came to check on him. Was he lonely? Bellatrix glanced around his messy manor, and blinked. It's been four years since the first war.
Four years since he had seen another person. Four long years since he last seen the person he hated the most. "Perhaps I am lonely," he mumbled. Bellatrix huffed annoyed at himself. " I need some air to clear my head." He lifted up a hand to sweep the bangs from his forehead. "BRICKY,"he shouted.
A female house up popped into existence and bowed low. "What may Bricky do for you," She spoke cheerfully.
"Get me decent clothes I am leaving."
Bricky stood up, her eyes shined. "May I come with."Her ears perked up.
Bellatrix narrowed his eyes and huffed. "If you wish."
Bricky shouted in joy. "Bricky will be back, young master clothes in hand."
Bellatrix flopped down on a Victorian style white couch. His bare feet tapped hard on the wooden floor.
Bricky reappeared with a set of black slacks and pants, a white dress shirt, a black vest, and a long black cloak neatly presented.
Bellatrix stood and pulled off his dressing gown and pants. He turned and began to pick up the clothes.
Bricky could see the scars running from the top of Bellatrix's back to his waist. Her ears dropped. Bricky's eyes filled with large pools of tears. "Does it still hurt?"
Bricky remembered when her young master came back home. He was covered in blood. His back ripped open. Bellatrix caught an infection after he returned. No one came, and she had no idea what to do, she still has none because her master doesn't have anyone. "Should I have called a doctor?"
Bellatrix shifted his eyes toward her. "No, you did right by me. There is no one to trust. Now stop thinking such useless things, or I will execute you."
He finished getting ready and left the mansion he imprisoned himself in four years ago.