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Chapter 3: On Azkaban
It's a horrible place. The dementors, they suck the happiness out of anyone in anyplace and it's ten times worse in Azkaban. I'll admit, there were times when I truly believed I was going half-mad. I probably was. But you know, the one thought that kept me going was: I'm gonna get out of here and I'm gonna get my revenge. I'm gonna kill Peter for James and Lily and I'm going to find my godson. I think those thoughts alone kept me sane. Revenge is a good thing to live for: it makes you incapable of failure. While I was sitting in that damp, cold cell I kept James's face in my mind. He was my best mate. I feel like everything I've ever wanted or loved has been taken from me. So I sat in that damn cell and didn't even blink when my own cousin, Bellatrix, was carried in, screaming and laughing. I think I was pretty immune to the dementors. Sometimes their presence didn't even effect me at all. Probably because I had no happy memories to destroy.
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It was not a pleasant experience. The dementors were of course, not as hostile as they are supposed to be to prisoners. They support the Dark Lord now. But anyway, I was thrown in a cell with Avery. Bellatrix had wormed her way out of the cold jail again. The Dark Lord was very angry with me. I can't blame him. I let the Potter boy escape and I let him break the prophecy. I was actually half-expecting to be killed. But the Dark Lord has mercy on his followers. While my stay at Azkaban wasn't fun, it wasn't horrible either. The dementors left me alone and I was never hungry. But that wasn't the real punishment. Narcissa came to me later and told me of the Dark Lord's plan for my son. For a moment, I was worried. My only son, Draco, a death eater already? Then I snapped to my senses. I told Narcissa she should be honored our son was chosen to kill Dumbledore. She was crying. "He'll fail and the Dark Lord shall kill him! It is his way of punishing you! He'll kill your son instead of you!" she wailed. I let her cry. I wasn't going to try and comfort her. She's a silly woman; too attached and too emotional. When you work for the Dark Lord, you learn to ignore stupid distractions. Distractions like love.
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Azkaban! That was a hoot! God, sitting in that bloody cage all day long was the most boring thing ever. But I had…acquaintances. Ha! If you can call a dementor an acquaintances. They are like me. Thirsty for life and essentially soulless. Oh we got along splendidly! And then when the Dark Lord set us free, oh that was glorious! It was the sweet dream I had been thinking of for years and years. I knew he was back. I am his most trusted, most loyal, most loved Death Eater. He'll tell me anything if I ask him. I would kill my own sister if he told me to. He pretends he doesn't care about me, but that's really his way of showing his love. And he proved it when I was able to escape from Azkaban with his blessings! No more dark, dirty cells for old Bellatrix! I was free and that's all that mattered. People said I went crazy in the prison but I disagree. If anything, I was brought back to my sanity. Sane and free! Sane and free.