Authors Note: Sorry it's so short, it's really hard to write about Azkaban. We all know the basics, cold, dark, depressing, whatever. But really. Being alone in a cell leads 14 very uneventful years. I have several short chapters like this coming up soon, cause they obviously dont take forevr to write. x)
December 13th, 1990 - Azkaban Prison
Snowflakes whirled in through the barred windows of Bellatrix's cell. Bellatrix was laying on the ice cold floor, shaking, and began to lose every bit of hope she ever had.
What if he doesn't come back? She thought, as warm tears ran down her pale, white face. What will I do then? Sit here in Azkaban until I rot?
Panic and worry drenched out the rest of Bellatrix's emotions. The dementors, finding no happiness to feed off of, avoided Bellatrix for the time being. Rolling up her sleeve, she saw the pale outline of her Dark Mark, partially covered in ice.
"I've been so stupid…" Bellatrix mumbled. "Not once did I consider he wouldn't return…" She stared at the mark, trying to imagine the familiar burning on her forearm.
No sooner than she tried to imagine it, it burned for a fraction of a second, giving Bellatrix the same goose bumps she had not felt in over nine years.
The ice had melted off her Mark. Though it was still cold and pale, Bellatrix was sure it had happened.
He's alive… Somewhere… With someone… Bellatrix smiled for the first time in nine years. Someone is helping him…
However, Bellatrix's moment of happiness was brief. No sooner than she had felt it, a dementor glided over to her.
The cloaked figure seemed to taunt her, as it had every time it had come to devour her happiness. Taunting that she had yet to love. Taunting that the one that she wanted to love would not love her back. Taunting the fact that the one man that she despised was her husband. A single tear ran down Bellatrix's cheek, and she fainted.