From the moment Rodolphus had received his Dark Mark, he was almost one hundred percent confident that he'd be arrested and spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. It wasn't something that he was proud of believing but the statistics were not in his Lord's favour. The addition of the Prophecy, brought to their attention via Severus, was only a fact that solidified his beliefs in his sums. He couldn't argue with logic.
So when he was arrested, had a quick trial that really was not in his favour (not that he ever thought it would be.) and was thrown into the hell-hole that they call a prison, he'd accepted it calmly. His wife, however, screamed and fought and bit and kicked and scratched and hissed and made herself look like the biggest fool on the planet. Which she was. He didn't care about that either, he cared for the woman as much as he could throw her. It wasn't a marriage out of love, he wasn't fortunate like Narcissa and Lucius, to be contracted with their perfect match. She was psychotic and he hated her.
He didn't care about his stint in prison for he knew it was coming, and he didn't care about Bellatrix' stint down the corridor because it meant that she was in as much of a bad place as he was and she was away from him. What he did care about was Rabastan. He'd never wanted this life, never agreed to it and had always protested. They'd even discussed about getting him out of the deal so he didn't have to take the Mark but only days later and his little brother was kneeling in the middle of someone's pristine drawing room and offering his left arm like it was a sandwich on a plate.
He'd never been able to understand why the sudden change of heart, not even when out doing their Lord's bidding of torture, rape and murder. Rabastan had seemed to enjoy it and he knew that that wasn't right. This was his little brother who'd found a rabbit in their garden, a deep cut on its side and had healed and nurtured the creature until it died naturally. He wasn't a monster like them.
He'd never understood until they'd been in Azkaban and had cells right next to each other. The screams that he emitted each and every night, were those of someone reliving horrors that they'd never witnessed before. Which was probably true. The only reason that Rabastan could act like that would be if he hadn't been acting of his own accord all this time - Bellatrix' would be the most obvious choice. And the closest to the truth. She was mental, crazy and intent on wreaking havoc for whatever reason she could deem acceptable.
He vowed that the moment he got out of the prison - if he ever did - he'd kill the blasted witch for her crimes against his family.
And after he vowed, the Dementors came and made their rounds but he wasn't scared of them. He was more scared of having to listen to his little brother scream in terror and fright.
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