Bellatrix Lestrange: Part Two: Chapter One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Dark Lord is Rising to power again. Bellatrix eagerly returns to his side, and new more serious situations start to emmerge.

Submitted: January 04, 2010

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Chapter One

I leaned, tired, against the wall. I heard a gate open and slam closed near by. Shreiks of defiance started to echo as the dementors carried out a murderer for his execution. "No! No!" they screached over the screams of those the dementors fed on. The stones were cold, and my stomache ached with hunger and lack of food. This was my thirteenth year in Azkaban, and i knew something was happening. The news papers that were so rarely slipped in were carrying more and more news of Harry Potter, who at the moment was entered in the Tri Wizard tournament. The foolish Boy could not possibly have entered himself under the surveylance of Dumbledor. I knew Better. I knew the Dark Lord would soon Return.

As if my thoughts had sent off a signal, my left forearm started to burn. I pulled back my ragged and ripped sleave, and stared at the deep black brand under it. The edges were sharp. The Dark Lord, i knew with certanty, had returned. I put my lips to it, feeling the slight warmth through them. Finally, all these years in beleiving him alive, i was proven right. I laughed, and after such a long time without having done so, the sound was mad. I laughed harder in realizing, that soon, i would be broken out of this wretched place. The bloody dementors came back around the corner, and targeted me from my laughing. The Dark Lord would be pleased that even with my promise of release if i ratted on his other followers, i had not taken the offer. However, Karkoroff had proven his worthlessness and he would soon pay.

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For the fifteenth time since his return monthes ago, i felt my mark burn. I scratched a line into the wall, to take note of the number. I expected the burn to die away, but it continued. The burn increased with, what i realized was closeness. Anxiously, i rose and grabbed hold of the bars that closed off my window to the out side. My eyes flew hastily over the scene, and i spotted, after a moment, a dark spot that was my master, and several followers advancing on the prison. I touched my forefinger to the skull on my arm, and i felt it burn in waves, eminating from the spot i had touched. As the figures neered, i saw the front one touch his fore finger to his neerest companion's mark, answering my notifactation that i was here. He new, and a sudden joy swept through me. He knew and was going to get me out. once again, i would be free to serve my master.

I stuck my now thin enough arm between the bars, and waved to the coming teem. The Dark Lord dipped his head in recognition that i was there. Hastily, I backed up into the farthest corner from the window. He would Retrieve me. And with a bang, the wall was blasted off of my cell, and , after a quick bow to my master, i flew into the air, once more in my cloud of black smoke. As i flew outward, i realized that many other cells had been broken as well, and soon, i was joined by other Death Eaters i had known to be captured. Finally, after fourteen long years in Azkaban, i was free. My loyalty had paid off. Immediately i flew foreward, and took my place at The Dark Lords Right side.


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