They had been out of the Prison for a month. Rodolphus had been getting better progressively, as he had been in a mind set of forgetfulness all the fourteen years he was in prison. He forgot the happy; he forgot the sad, putting them in a place where no Dementors could touch any of them. Bellatrix on the other hand, had not done this. And after a month of being in their home, Bellatrix was far from recovering. She was fine most of the time, but that fist week after they had returned, Bellatrix wouldn't speak, sleep or eat. She had gotten better in the second week, but she still couldn't sleep.

Azkaban had changed her. Slightly loosing her memory before the Dark Lord had freed them from the prison. It hadn't worn off yet, she was getting better, but she had bad relapses.

During their time in Azkaban, the Wizarding Prison, Rodolphus and Bellatrix had been kept apart as much as possible. Given one day a week to be together for an hour. That was all they saw each other the entire time. They had cherished these few moments with each other, but it was still hard. They were in cells next to each other. And since Bellatrix was a woman, the male employees of the Prison had spent more attention to her. Not all of it was good either, Bella had never said anything to her husband about the men, but he could hear the screams that had come from her cell late at night. Most others would just assume that she was having bad dreams, but Rodolphus knew differently.

He could tell that his wife was being abused and harassed, and he could do nothing to stop it. After ten years in prison, Bella had finally persuaded him to stop fighting with them, as it only resulted in him being beaten.

When year fourteen hit, Rodolphus and Bella had finally changed. The prison had broken them. Bellatrix more so then Rodolphus. He kept his sanity, while his lovely wife had started to loose it. It wasn't her fault, but she had given up trying to fight it. If they had been together in the same cell she would have done better, but they, as stated, kept her apart as much as possible.

Rodolphus had just about lost hope in ever seeing his home again, when his Dark Lord, Voldemort freed them from their personal hell. Supplying them with food and anything else that they needed, Voldemort got them safely back to the comfort of their own home.

He had found her curled up in the window seat across from the bed. Staring out into nothing. Stepping softy out of the bed, Rodolphus made his way over to his wife. Knowing that she was awake, but not wanting to disturb her, as he himself had been woken up from a nightmare, which was all he had. "Bella, you need sleep, my love," he told her softly when he stood behind her. Reaching out he laid a hand on her shoulder, comforting and loving.

"I can't sleep," she replied meekly. Her voice didn't have the same authority that it once had. She now sounded soft spoken, quiet. Unlike the woman he had married, but he still loved her, and kept to that.

Sighing he sat down next to her, pushing her legs over a bit, to make room for his body. "You need to try, though," he urged her, knowing full well that she probably would refuse to try, and push him further away. But her next move surprised him, nodding slowly without looking at him she spoke.

"Only if you promise not to leave me," she told him, soft but firm. Twisting her head she met his eyes.

"As you wish, my lady." He told her, giving her a soft smile before picking her up in his arms and walking to the bed. Putting her down softly, he laid down next to her, taking her into her arms. She responded by snuggling closer to him and closing her eyes, resting her head on his chest. He ran a hand up and down her back, trying to sooth her into sleep, all the while getting sleepy himself. After a few minutes, he looked down to fid her eyes closed and her breath heavy. She was asleep, smiling to himself; Rodolphus lowered himself into a more comfortable position and fell asleep himself.

Bella awoke with a scream, not sure of where she was. Shaking, she saw herself in Rodolphus' arms and began to cry. Rodolphus had woken up with her scream and held her closer. "Sweet?" He looked down and saw her crying, "What's the matter, Bella? What happened?" He asked, but got nothing, only shaking and muffled sounds of sobbing, in return. Sighing he held her closely, "It's going to be okay," he whispered to her, as he held her.

Once she had calmed down enough to stop crying, she gently pushed herself into a sitting position, looking down at her husband. "I told you, I can't sleep," she told him firmly, a hand on his arm. Nodding he said nothing, just watched her with a look in her eye that she couldn't read.

Pushing herself out of the bed she stood at the edge of it, resting her knees against the frame. "I'll be in the library," she told him, before walking out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her.

Sighing, Rodolphus laid back down, putting a hand over his eyes. I don't know what happened to her, he thought to himself, but I hope she will recover.

Bella had made her way to the library, without loosing her way. She had forgotten the way around her house in the time she was gone. But she found it, as she spent most of the day in the library, walking into the library, she softly shut the door, looking around she went to the old record player and put on a record. Humming along softly with the Mozart, which she had listened to all the time.

Gathering her imaginary skirts in her hands she began to dance. She danced remembering all the balls she went to when she was younger, before Voldemort, before the war. How she had loved those balls, the dresses, the dancing, the laughter. They couldn't have balls now.

The memories had caused tears, silent tears that fell down her face as she danced with herself. Not paying attention to anything else, she let the tears fall as she danced around in circles in the small library.