AN: I went on vacation, sorry for the wait. O.O
August 2nd, 1993 - Azkaban Prison
Not even once… Never... Did I… Even start to consider… Bellatrix wept softly into her hands, taking little notice of the dementors pawing at her in her cell, searching for a drop of happiness.
But Bellatrix only felt heartbreak.
Never again would she see the one she loved, she thought. He was gone. Forever.
Not a word for him… No sign of his return… Bellatrix's sadness was now beyond tears. She would be left in Azkaban to rot, and no one cared about her master anymore. There were more important and more dangerous dark wizards on the loose… Just because they were alive.
Most loyal follower… She scoffed. "Sirius Black… The most loyal follower of The Dark Lord? He never even… Filthy blood traitor…" It was merely months ago when Bellatrix's dear cousin escaped…
Bellatrix awoke to a faint rumbling sound coming from another cell. The dementors, taking in the blissful peace of sleep from several prisoners, took no notice.
CRASH.
"Sirius Black!" Bellatrix heard someone shout. "Sirius Black, he's escaping!"
Seconds later aurors and Ministry workers were apparating in, and with them, the Minister himself.
Bellatrix peaked through her cell window to try and take a glimpse at her blood traitor cousin. But he was already gone.
"Minister, he's gone! Disapparated!" Bellatrix heard the voice of someone who must have been one of the aurors. "He could… He could be helping You-Know-Who at this very second!"
Bellatrix, stunned from shock and anger, finally showed some emotion. "HELPING HIM? SIRIUS BLACK? HE WAS A BLOOD TRATIOR!" But the ministry wasn't paying any attention to Bellatrix.
"He doesn't deserve to escape!" She yelled, but the only one giving her any recognition was Rodolphus, whom she had just realized he had been in the cell directly across from her. He stared at her, as if every word that came out of Bellatrix's mouth was healing his dreadful sorrows.
"I've been waiting here twelve years for him! I tried to find him! I was the one who cared about him! I… I loved him!" Bellatrix began to weep.
With this, Rodolphus let out a small, quiet gasp. He apparently had never known.
But the Ministry wasn't taking any notice to the couples small dilemma. By the next morning, Sirius Black will have been announced in The Daily Prophet as the only witch or wizard known to ever escape Azkaban, with the title of "You-Know-Who's Most Faithful Servant"…
Since that night, the dementors had being feeding mostly off of the pain and sorrow felt around the Lestranges' cells. No one else's sorrows had even began to compare with the pain of the couple's heartbreak in the twisted love triangle they were forced to call a marriage.
A ghostly wail came from her husband's cell. But Bellatrix took little notice. She had been hearing Rodolphus' heartbroken cries since that night.
That's what the little freak wants, isn't it? A bit of attention from his unloving wife… Bellatrix laughed. I hope he's miserable.
This is his fault. Bellatrix thought. What if we weren't married? What if little Rodolphus and I never married… The Dark Lord and I… Could have… Would have…
Bellatrix stared at Rodolphus from her cell. He was turned away from her as several dementors fed off of his despair. Bellatrix threw her head back and laughed.
"If I can't be happy… No one can be…" She mumbled.
Bellatrix gave a weak smile as two dementors came to take away her own happiness. And just as the dementors approached her, she saw a flash of white light.
Her wedding day, as rain and tears poured down on Rodolphus' face.
FLASH.
Her master thirteen years ago, his emerald eyes twinkling in the firelight, the last time Bellatrix saw him alive.
FLASH.
Alice Longbottom's limp body, laying on the floor of her own home.
FLASH.
Sirius Black, her dear cousin escaping Azkaban.
A final flash of light shone through Bellatrix's mind, and she was brought back to reality. Her mad smile was still etched upon her face as she toppled over, going unconscious.
Memories faded in and out of her brain, and then everything was gone.
June 24th, 1995 - Azkaban Prison
Bellatrix started at her Dark Mark in shock.
It burned… It just burned…
Gasps and cries from other cells indicated Bellatrix did not imagine her Dark Mark turning blacker and blacker over the past months.
"Are you bloody well happy?" Rodolphus cried from the other cell. Bellatrix gave her husband her partial attention, still in shock from the burn she had just felt on her left forearm. "HE'S BACK. Your master is back. He's alive." Tears were pouring down her husband's face. But Bellatrix took no notice.
She threw her head back in laughter. For once, Rodolphus Lestrange had said something right.
The Dark Lord has risen.