Chapter 1, We're hungry for heaven, but we need a little hell
A good day was when the screams weren't theirs. A bad day was when the despair got to them so much that they forgot for a minute that The dark Lord would return for them. How they knew that he would was something none of them could ever explain, but they knew it as a fact just as much as they knew the Dark Mark was on their forearms even if it never flared to life to shine in all its glory. There would eventually be a way out of this evil hell that the Ministry called a prison, and for this fact, the three Lestranges loved The Dark Lord even more.
"Any dumb mother-fucker who thinks we're bad needs to spend five minutes with a dementor," Rabastan shouted, calling to Bellatrix an Rodolphus in their cells conveniently next door. "We're a fucking cakewalk!"
"I know, right. We didn't even kill the stupid Longbottoms, more's the pity," Bellatrix griped through gritted teeth.
"Bloody bad job that," Rodolphus complained, regret heavy in his tone. "It was sloppy and messy of us to leave them alive. You know we would have killed them had we had the time. We do like neat ends, don't we?"
"Yes, but as we didn't have the opportunity to finish things up, the crime hardly fits the punishment," Bellatrix retorted. "It isn't fair," she ranted. As she spoke, she paced back and forth in the confines of her cell. "It's hardly our bloody fault their minds cracked. They weren't that strong to begin with and this has nothing to do with us."
"So true, Sis," Rabastan hollered out. Complaining felt good. It really did, but it also kept the dementors away as long as they were giving them no yummy happy thoughts to ingest. With an effort, Rabastan did not allow himself to savor the delightful memory of how they'd told the Longbottoms that if they screamed in harmony, the pain would stop. They did it. They screamed in harmony and it was amazing. Then Bella cackled and told them that they'd sort of lied a little. Their faces, when the hope of relief was dashed were so precious!
No, fool! Stop thinking happy thoughts, Rabastan silently chastised himself. If those creepy desiccated demonic black cloaked floating off the ground motherfuckers came over here, it would be bad. If one of them kissed him, it would be even worse, and worse than that if his stupid thoughts caused Rod or Bella to get kissed. The Lestranges looked out for one another. They were the Green Trio, the tightest knit unit there was among the Death Eaters or anywhere else, and they had one another's backs.
They did not screw one another over with happy thoughts in bloody Azkaban. Not even if sometimes it felt like a little happiness may be as necessary as air. He firmly turned his thoughts to the hunger in his always two-thirds empty belly. That wasn't going to ever make him smile so he was back on safe ground. (They) kept all the prisoners here more than half starved so they'd not have the strength to escape. It at least served to keep one safely unhappy, though, so Rabastan supposed there was always a bright side in the darkness if one looked hard enough.
"Would you lot shut up before they come over here," Crouch, a few cells down, shouted in clear frustration.
"We only included you because The Dark Lord told us to, Crouch, now shut the fuck up," Rodolphus snarled. "They will or won't come over here no matter how quiet we are. Not to mention the quiet gives us time to accidentally think of something pleasant for them to eat."
"He's just sad because no one wants to talk to him," Bellatrix snickered and Rabastan chuckled.
"At least he helps to keep us annoyed, which is safe," he said. "So thanks, Crouch, for being yourself."
"It's probably his fault they found us with the bloody Longbottoms too soon," Bellatrix said resentfully. "Considering who his bloody father is."
This set Crouch off, and he let loose with a string of foul oaths.
Bellatrix sighed loudly. "Kreacher could do better than that in his sleep. Shut up if you're only going to be boring, Barty." Bella wished she hadn't thought of Kreacher. Thoughts of home hurt too much. Her parents, along with Rodolphus and Rabastan's father were surely sick with worry, and she hated thinking about that. She hated thinking of Kreacher miserable over Regulus vanishing and just what the hell had happened to Uncle Orion? Thinking of it too much caused her head to hurt in the strangest of ways, and sometimes she even cried. There was not being happy to stay safe from the Dementors, but sinking into depression wasn't something she thought she could handle. Depression made it too easy to give up. Occasionally hovering on the edge of it clearly showed her that much.
"You all should be dead, and you all need to shut the fuck up." The somewhat distant yell five or so cells down came from Sirius Black, Bella's most hated cousin.
"When I get out of here, Sirius, I will kill you. I will come back here specifically to kill you," she shouted sweetly.
Rod snickered. "That's hot, Babe," he complimented his wife. One may think that could be a dangerous sentiment, potentially leading to equally dangerous happiness which would draw the attention of Dementors, but no. Thinking of his lust for Bellatrix made Rodolphus feel even more isolated, because he wasn't going to hold her until they were out of here, and who knew when that would be?
Lusting after her just reminded him painfully of how that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Never until Azkaban had he realized how necessary touch was. Before solitary in Azkaban, he'd taken human contact for granted. He'd taken daily shagging with his wife and best friend Bellatrix for granted. It was a thing he had and would continue to have. It was his. And now he had nothing but himself and his own thoughts and the voices that came through the walls of his cell. There were gaps under the doors, but those faced front and their cells were on either side, so they couldn't even use the small opening to hold hands.
(Dear Reader,
For more Lestranges after Azkaban check our story Bad Romance, or Rabastan Lestrange the life and times of a Dark wizard, or for a comedic angle, Diary Of A Mad Man.)