B stands for... Bellatrix Lestrange
A/N I know these stories are short but they are drabbles. Here is chapter 2. I know so fast, huh. This is about Bellatrix Lestrange and the rest of the Death Eater's escape from Azkaban. I don't really know how they escaped but I do know it had something to do with dementors. Please review, I don't even care if they are flames. I just want to know that people are reading my stories.
As Bellatrix Lestrange sat in her lonely Azkaban cell, she thought. This wasn't strange since she spent most of her time thinking.
Recently it was about escaping.
How to escape, when to escape, it's all she could think about.
A little over a half a year ago, she felt the Dark Mark burn on her left forearm as it has never burned before. He was back. And since then she did nothing but wait and think of her escape.
Surely, The Dark Lord would get his most faithful Death Eaters out of here, the ones who spent years after years in Azkaban for him. She knew he would help. And Today she was right.
For here came the dementors, but she knew they came on the Dark Lord's orders. They came to help. They came with a means of escape.