Dead hearts - Bellatrix Black Lestrange *editing*

Chapter One - I Told You

  "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF HIS SERVANT, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK HIS NAME! HOW DARE YOU RETURN NOW, WHEN YOU RAN OFF LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE AS SOON AS HE VANISHED! YOU FILTHY BETRAYOR!" I screamed, and listened to the echo that bounced through the small cell I sat in. I screamed at the memory of a man, a 'Death Eater' that fled as soon as the Dark Lord got defeated by that little boy, Potter.
  I had a hard time separating memories, dreams and reality, and it had only increased when I got here. I had been in the prison for 15 years. I had a life sentence.
  But it didn't matter, as the Dark Lord would return again, and come and get us. He would reward us. We were the only ones, the only ones who tried to find him after he vanished. His only loyal servants. Me, my sorry excuse for a husband, my brother-in-law and Crouch Jr.
  We were the only ones. Only ones. Only ones. Only ones.
  The voices echoing inside my head grew stronger, and I had to scream again for them to stop.
  One of the prison-guards kicked bars to my cell, telling me to shut up. He wore a black cloak, along with a light blue uniform.
  I threw myself at him in anger, stretching out my arms as long as I could between the rusty metal bars, clawing with my long, broken nails after him. I hissed, and shook the bars, screaming at him. He backed away from my cell with wide eyes.
  Weak, he must be new. Before, they only had the dementors guarding the prisoners, but recently, they have had to bring in humans too. I think that it's the dementors that was getting angrier, and harder to control.
  The light of his lantern quickly disappeared, as he hurried on his steps to get as far away from my cell as he could.
  I had to press my hands to the plain, hard, wet stone to bring my mind back to me, breathing heavily. The wind was blowing through the small holes in the wall, bringing small splashes of ice-cold water to my bare legs. I had been lucky enough to receive a cell with a sea-view, sarcasm intended.
  A storm raged outside, growing stronger. Somehow, the weather always seemed... Angry at this place.
  But for some reason, it was outraged this night.
  Just as I.
  I had waited here patiently for 15 years now, and the little, last piece of sanity I had left when I came here was long gone. Now everything was a blur. I can't really sleep.
  I had lost myself a long time ago. I don't know where I went. What was left now...
  I didn't know.
  I didn't know who I was anymore.
  I didn't want to remember why, but I could feel the flashbacks slowly creeping out from the dark, taking over...
  I punched the wall, and the memories were gone, back into their black holes at the back of my mind. Pain was probably the only thing that could keep me sane for a little while. At least I knew that pain was real, and it snapped me back to reality.
  I watched, amused how dark blood started dripping from my knuckles, leaving red trails on the back of my hand.
  Suddenly, my Dark Mark started to burn again. It had burned a lot this recent year. It always had then and then, but recently... it had intensified. It stopped for a little while, but then it started again, more intense this time. I looked at it. There it was, more clear than ever. It moved, the serpent hissed at me. The skin surrounding it was red and irritated, and for every minute the burning got worse.
  I moaned in pain. For some reason I could hear a lot of screams coming from different levels of the prison.
  Azkaban.
  The pain eased a little and I remembered why I sat in this cell, who I had sacrificed 15 years of my life for.
  I remembered it clearly, one of the few memories I had left. It was just a couple of weeks after the Dark Lord was defeated, gone. Gone beacuse of that little half-blood, the filthy little boy, Potter.
  I remembered how I, along with Rodolphus, Rabastan and Crouch Jr. was searching for him. We were the only ones who were left, the only loyal ones. Everyone else had gone off, fled, rassled down in their holes, hiding like cowards. I spit at the thought of them.
A long time before that my husband ruled over me, my pure-blood husband. Forced marriage. That was before my mind started to fade. When I just was sweet little Bella, the beautiful pure-blood witch he were lucky to marry.
  At this point though, he feared me, and didn't hestitate to follow my orders. I ruled over him, pulling the threads, making him dance just how I wanted.
  Togheter, all four, we tortured Alice and Frank Longbottom. I remembered how I had her small, thin little throat in my hands, wet by her tears, pressed against the wall. I remembered how her face turned red, and then a dark shade of purple. How she gasped for air, how her legs desperately kicked to get free.
I remembered throwing her to the floor, hearing a loud crack as her arm broke. She screamed, gripping to it, trying to crawl away from me.
  "WHERE IS HE! TELL ME!" I remembered screaming at her, leaning over her. My dark hair created a tent over our heads, tingeling her pale, wet cheeks. I remembered how I put my lips close to her ear, asking again, whispering this time.
  "Where. Is. He. This is the last chance you will get..." I warned her, drawing a vertical line over her throat with the tip of my wand.
  "I don't know... I don't know... Please, I don't know..." She whispered through her sobs. I remembered how I looked into her bloodshot, hazel eyes, that would look at anything but my black, obsidian ones.
  "LIAR!"
  "CRUCIO!" I yelled, and her screams once again filled the room. I remembered how she twisted and turned, curling into a ball, crying, pleading for me to kill her, to let her go, how she didn't know. I laughed. I loved the feeling of power I had over her. I didn't stop, didn't let the curse end. I wanted her to suffer like I did, when the love of my life left me, beacuse of an infant. A little baby. How the only reason I had left to live vanished, beacuse of him.
  My laugh joined her screams, when the door to the little cottage burst open, revealing a group of aurors, with their wands pointing at me. They had Rodolphus, Crouch Jr. and Rabastan with them. Rodolphus and Rabastan seemed unconscious, and was bleeding from several places. Crouch Jr. seemed unharmed, and was struggling to get free from the two aurors that was holding him. The curse ended since I had been distracted, but Alice had already passed out.
  I remembered how they told me to drop my wand, that it were over. I had no chance. That I should give up.
  Of course I didn't, I was Bellatrix Lestrange for heaven's sake.
  I tried to kill the lot of them, I didn't care that my husband was with them, but they were so many.
  It was a fair duel, but they were at least twenty, against me. They caught me. Dragged me out, and I fought, until someone threw a spell at me, making me pass out.
  I screamed again at the memory, and I didn't stop when the intense pain returned again. I pulled up my sleeve, and looked at the mark again. It was twisting furiously, and the skin seemed to almost bubble. Realisation came to my mind. I slowly brought my tongue to the tattoo, and sat upright.
  He is back.
  I ignored the pain that shot through my arm once again, and laughed. I didn't stop. My mad cackle were all over the prison, echoing in every corner, bouncing between every wall.
Suddenly, a large crash was heard.
  BOOM.
  BOOM.
  Dust flew in my face, and lightings cracked the sky open. Splashes of salty water hit my face.
  It sounded like someone was bombing the place.
  With a last, loud BOOM, the whole wall exploded, making me fall to the ground. The splashes of the stones tumbling into the sea below drowned in the sounds of the wind blowing. I covered my face with my arm, as a couple of small stones shot through the air.
  I stood up, and slowly walked to the hole. I screamed of laughter, as I realised.
  I was right.
  "I TOLD YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, still laughing. I looked up above me, and saw that the hole were bigger than I thought. Above me, several prisoners climbed apparating away.
  My wand.
  I needed it. My wand was special, Ollivander had himself made it. Said that it could do amazing things, but required a talented witch or wizard to produce them, the amazing things. I still remembered how I felt, the first time I held it.
  Powerful.
  Unstoppable.
  Dangerous.
  If he knew what that wand would come to do, what the "talented, intelligent witch" it needed would do with it, he would probably threw me out of the shop as quick as he could.
  But he didn't. No one thought that little sweet Bella would become the Dark Lord's most loyal servant.
  I remembered where they kept all the things that belonged to the prisoners. Mostly wands, but sometimes clothes or other personal items.
  But I was weak. I had been here for a long time. I couldn't apparate very long, but at least I came out of the cell, by apparating to the other side. My excitement was overflowing, taking over my whole body.
  They were going to learn to fear my name.
  I could feel the cold stone-floor against my bare feet, and I ran through the corridors, passing empty cells. The wind was blowing through the hole and drowned my mad laughter. I reached a staircase, going down in a spiral. The adrenaline had given me power, and I ran down the stairs like a firebolt. Another corridor, with cells that weren't empty, containing less dangerous wizards. Here wasn't as many guards, none at the moment at least. I was considered as a 'high-security prisoner', and stayed at the upper floor, with less cells and plenty of guards. Right now though, they were gone. Maybe the dementors had killed them, or, they were off getting equipment to control the rest of the prisoners.
  Let them come.
  I passed at least 50 cells, until I reached a wall with plenty of doors, made of solid wood. When they first brought me here, we passed this corridor. I remembered how I fought against them, it took them 20 grown men to get me up the stairs, and two of them broke a leg each, and one lost his eye. I remember screaming at them, screaming that they could do whatever they wanted, that I'll come back to kill them when the Dark Lord returns to save me. I think that I pushed one of them down that staircase, but my memory was fading.
  One, two, three. The third door. I had counted them, if this would happen. Where were all the guards? The alarm hadn't gone off. Well.
  I reached the door. It was made of robust, hard, dark wood, with a rusty handle. It wasn't even locked. Those idiots, those idiots.
  Drunk on my power, I hit the door so hard, it fell of it's hinges. I laughed again, and entered the room. I saw it directly. It laid in a glass container, chained to the table. The container were locked, and several chains covered that too. They weren't that stupid, the knew that my wand is powerful. Probably the most dangerous wand in this room. Here were several wands, laying on the shelves on the stone walls. They were kept in boxes, bags, pots, buckets. It was a mess, really. There wasn't only wands though, a lot of clothes laid on the shelves, along with a black stone that had a dark vibe. I ignored the other items, and focused on my beloved wand.
  It was twisting and rolling inside the container, restless to get free, to do what it does best. My fingers was itching, they couldn't wait to feel the hard, smooth wood, the feeling of power. On the container a note read 'Wand, Lestrange Bellatrix. Approach with caution, do not touch."
  I smiled, and crushed the glass with my bare hands. The sound of glass shattering and the pieces hitting the floor was probably heard by the guards, but I didn't care. My wand broke free, and within a second, and I stroked it with my fingers, smiling. Nothing could stop me now. I screamed in triumph.
  With a loud cackle, I walked out, and blew up the whole room with a small flick, laughing hysterically. I loved seeing the stones flying trough the air, hearing the booms and the cracks when everything broke, feeling the wind roar as soon as it was let in at another place.
  I stepped out, and heard the noise of what sounded like a herd of horses galloping towards me. I turned my head to the sound. It was a group of at least 50 guards, pointing their wands at me. They were all dressed in their dark blue uniforms, with a determined face on, focusing on nothing else than me.
  The alarm had gone off now, the ring was piercing through the dusty air.
  Suddenly I came to wonder why the dementors weren't attacking, but then I realised.
  They were with him now.
  I put my head back and laughed, and smirked at them.
  "Ooh, coming to get me? Coming to get me? Come on, you can do better than that, come on, run a little faster, I'm standing right here!" I said with my baby voice, still smirking.
  My wand shot sparkles, excited to please me. It obeyed my tiniest wish, listening to my thoughts as they were it's law. And it was.
  I looked at the guards approaching me. One of them, a blonde, young boy, looked frightened. He ran, childishly pointing his wand at me. My eyes met his, and he swallowed. I tilted my head, and for a split second I felt sorry for him. I gave him a half-smile, before waving my wand. The roof of the corridor fell down, crushing the men in a couple of seconds. Their screams gave me satisfaction, and I closed my eyes, feeling the rush of excitement flow through me. Having a hard time containing my feelings, I had to let out a scream again.
  I pointed my wand to the sky, and let a Dark Mark appear over the prison. The serpent hissed, and I smiled at it.
  High on adrenaline, I felt strong enough to apparate back to London. I had to get new clothes. If I apparated to London I could get to the Leaky Cauldron, and therefore to Diagon Alley. If I rested there for a couple of hours, maybe hiding in Klockturn Alley, I could later apparate to the Malfoy's.
  I was coming for my master.
  And nothing would go wrong this time.

If there even is anyone who is reading this story, I'm currently editing it beacuse it is a while since I wrote it, and both my english and my writing have improved since then, so I thought that I could clear up the misspellings, grammatical faults and overall cringey shit (;
So here is a fresh, and hopefully better fanfiction, I hope there is someone out there who is enjoying it.
If you are reading this, thank you, you don't understand how much it means to me!
/Linnea