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Anyway...I'm sorry it too so long. Hope everyone had a happy holidays.

So yeah...here's Rodolphus's chapter.

Rodolphus Lestrange's Greatest Secrets

Like Lucius Malfoy, he was born into immense wealth and privilege. He had a blessed childhood, a perfect childhood. But unlike Lucius Malfoy, his childhood had a problem, a curse, a monster that took the form of his elder brother, Rabastan. Like all wizarding families, the Lestranges focused only on their older son, grooming him for a position at the head of the family, at the head of the pure blood society. So Rodolphus was left behind, forgotten, and this fueled his desire, his hunger, and his passion for pure, unadulterated power.

This is what attracted him to Bellatrix when he first saw her on the train. Because, for a moment, her heavily lidded black eyes didn't hold confidence or power, they held fear and uncertainty. It was that idea that even a daughter of the ancient and most noble house of Black could be afraid……it strengthened him. And he when he saw her, it was the fear in her eyes that made him go up to her, ask her to come and sit with him. The moment he spoke to her, she smiled and raised her chin and looked down her nose at him, all her fear gone……that moment, he knew that she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

So, when she became friends with him, he was elated, overjoyed. His brother was never friends with both the son of Malfoy and with the most beautiful of the Black sisters. His brother never made such powerful alliances. His brother never had the trust of Antonin Dolohov, the son of the most powerful of the foreign pure bloods. His brother……even in school, his brother ruled his life. His brother moved his hand as he reached out to Bella and Lucius and Antonin, even though he never really admired or liked any of them, even though, they were all different from him. None of them….not a single one, not even his beautiful Bella ever had to prove that they were worth the space they took up. Not a single one of them ever had to force their parents to love them, or believe that they could accomplish something. None of them ever had to prove that they were even supposed to exist.

He talked to Rabastan only once a year, every year at Christmas, the only time of the year when his vague connection to his family won over his distaste for his brother and he would spend the day with Rabastan. Every year, during Christmas, he was reminded how inferior he was. It was then, during Christmas of his fourth year when Rabastan first mentioned marriage to Rodolphus. Rabastan had told him that he was in love with a Gryffindor pure blood in Rodolphus's year…..a pure blood who was friends with a mudblood, a pure blood who was dating another man in Gryffindor, and Rodolphus vowed that she would pay for slighting his brother. He vowed that Alice Prewett would pay for turning down a member of the Lestrange family.

It was that same year that he vowed that he would marry Bellatrix. He…Rodolphus Lestrange, the forgotten son, the ignored son would marry a Black. He would make the alliance of a lifetime. He would make Bella fall in love with him. He would make Bella marry him. He would make Bella his wife, and he would be the most famous Lestrange, the most celebrated Lestrange. And Bellatrix would be his wife, his queen, and the most beautiful Lestrange woman there ever was. It wasn't until his sixth year that he fell in love with Bella for more than just her connections. It wasn't until then that he saw her for anything other than an alliance. It wasn't until then that he loved her for her strength and power and grace. It wasn't until then that he wanted Bella as his wife because he loved her, not because she would make his brother jealous.

He knew Bella loved Lucius. How could she not love Lucius? Why would a Black choose him above a Malfoy? How could she ever love him when Lucius was there, standing beside him? He was there with her, that night when she saw Lucius kissing her sister. He was the once she turned to, a single tear in her eye, as she screamed, as she declared her love for him. He was the one who held her for a moment as she allowed herself to break. It was then that he whispered his love to her. It was then that he asked her to marry him and she refused, saying that she would wait, that Lucius would tire of her sister and come back to her. The day Lucius proposed to Narcissa, he held out a ring to her, the ring he'd bought several years ago, and asked her to marry him. She said yes, tears in her eyes as she glanced over at where Lucius stood, his arms wrapped around her younger, prettier sister. She never looked at Lucius again.

That summer, they were married. And she was the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen. But he also felt a fleeting sense of pride. Rabastan vowed that summer that he would never marry. Rabastan, his older, more important, more powerful brother was unmarried and he had brought home a Black to be his bride. It was that summer that his parents decided that he would inherit everything that should have gone to his elder brother. He would become the head of the Lestrange family. He would supplant his brother and at long last, he was worth something to his family. The day after his wedding, he swore his life to Voldemort to finally give Bella the power she'd always wanted. If he couldn't give her the life she'd always wanted, he could at least give her the power she so rightly deserved. So he took his vows to the Dark Lord as a wedding present to Bella, joining her as a one of his head Death Eaters.

Upon Bella's request, he joined her to hunt down Lord Voldemort after his downfall. That led him to the Longbottoms' house and there, he was finally able to get his revenge on behalf of his brother. Alice Prewett….now Alice Longbottom had rejected him and now, she would pay. He laughed as he watched her scream, laughed as she fought to protect her son. He laughed, high and cruel, because he knew that if he didn't laugh, he would cry. He would weep for her strength, for her love and kindness. He would cry for what they'd done to her, for how they'd broken her until no light shone in her kind gray eyes. He would weep, and his own wife would call him weak. And he felt that going to Azkaban was suitable punishment for what he'd done.

He knew Bella was in love with Voldemort. He could never forget the way adoration poured from her eyes whenever she addressed him and that hurt him more than he ever told anyone. He never betrayed any sign of anguish or pain but every time….every time he saw her smile him. Every time that he saw her make eyes at him when she didn't think he was watching, every time she laughed and preened and simpered over his master…..every time he held his tongue and steadied his hand and kept himself from challenging Voldemort in a battle for Bella's heart. Every time, he held his tongue and felt his word be torn apart.

If the second war was Bella's ecstasy, it was his torture. Every day, every hour, every minute he was reminded that he'd failed. Every minute, he was reminded that he was married to a woman who was more a monster than she was a person, a woman irrevocably in love with another man. Every hour he was reminded of what he'd done to Alice Longbottom, of the guilt he'd seen when the last spark of light fled from her eyes and she fell in front of her son, writhing in pain. So, after Bella was killed, murdered by a Weasley, and Harry Potter triumphed over the Dark Lord, he went quietly. Azkaban was fitting punishment. Azkaban was no more than he deserved. And he would live there till the end of his days.

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