Azkaban was everything it was described to be – dark and filled with wandering dementors.

The beds were solid, and screams broke the silence at all hours – not that there was too much of a difference between day and night. The sound of voices that didn't jabber incomprehensibly and an occasional respite of the presence of dementors were the only signs that the sun was would be high in the sky.

The Death Eaters that had managed to remain free knew better than to visit them – and any friends they had were Slytherin enough to know that they would be doubted by association. It wasn't difficult to be without their company. Most were simply acquaintances because of their usefulness – both for the Dark Lord's cause and within the Ministry – and the rest were trapped within Azkaban with him.

It was only Rodolphus, trapped in the cell next to him so they could hear each other but never see each other, that Rabastan could say he really missed. He didn't know if not being to hear his brother's voice was better than this, but there were many times he was grateful for his brother's sanity. Bellatrix was imprisoned in an area with higher security and more dementors.

Rodolphus was the one who kept him sane – reminding him that they were safer in Azkaban than out of it. That it was better to bide their time and plan for when the Dark Lord returned – because a child could never defeat the Dark Lord.

Rabastan couldn't help but believe him.

After Azkaban, that would be exactly what they deserved. This was simply them paying their dues for the future they wanted to see – a future the Dark Lord lead and blood purity ruled. The Mudbloods and their blood traitor ilk would no longer be able to spread their blasphemy within their society.

Rabastan spent the nights planning with his brother – all the changes that would need to be made to the current wizarding world and its Ministry; how they would deal with the Mudbloods and blood traitors and Dumbledore and his Order.

There would be no grace for the Order, they decided. Dumbledore's people may be a bunch of Gryffindors, but they were willing to give their lives for him – they were likely to attempt to continue fighting even after the Dark Lord won. The future the wizarding world deserved would not be possible with Dumbledore. They were sure the Dark Lord would agree with them on this.

Dumbledore and the current Ministry could have their short years of peace. They could indulge in their fantasy of being righteous and good while destroying everything around them.

The Dark Lord would return and would get them out of Azkaban.

Until then, Azkaban would be their haven. It would be their base of operations.

They were ironically protected here, despite the dementors. The guards occasionally tried to rile them up, but even they didn't want to be near the dementors, and the guards' taunts were childish – probably the same ones they had used at Hogwarts.

They rose above the taunts just like they would rise against Dumbledore and his minions.

These few years would be a shadow in their memories once they won.


Written for Badass Lyrics Inspire Badass Fics [Don't think of this as damnation 'cause we don't need their salvation; Rabastan Lestrange]