[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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One Azkaban Sentence Later...
Azkaban was not for the faint-hearted, it was not for anyone who wished to leave the place with an ounce of happiness traced in their bodies. And for Roderick Lestrange, he was no exception to the absolute horrors that the wizarding prisoner posed, especially to those labelled as Death Eaters. On more than one occasion, he had wished death upon himself, no longer wishing to suffer, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to take his own life. Perhaps he was too much of a coward or maybe it was because he believed he deserved every single punishment that came his way.
When the dementors came into feast on him, in the beginning, he would fight, he would put up every bit of a struggle to make it difficult for them. However, towards the end, Roderick didn't do anything about it except lay there. He was nothing more than a corpse with a guilty conscious. He hated himself and would often taunt himself after the dementors left his cell, saying that he deserved to suffer. For what he had done to Elizabeth and to their unborn child, he deserved to suffer. The sentence he was given was nowhere near what he felt like should happen to him, but he didn't have any say in that.
After a while, Roderick lost track of time, he didn't know how many years had passed, let alone how many days he had spent in his cell. Part of him hoped that the Ministry counted on that and planned on keeping him there forever as long as he didn't say anything. He wouldn't argue it though, what was the point?
Every time he thought of Elizabeth, his chest would ache terribly and he had to convince himself to stop thinking of her. Or at least, think of her having a better life without him. Despite everything she had been through because of him and because of her family, Roderick held onto that hope that Elizabeth found happiness. First, with her career, he saw her as a renowned Healer at St Mungo's. Then he saw her falling in love again, this time with a person that would provide her with happiness and not place her in a terrible predicament. And lastly, he saw her as a beautiful and wonderful mother, caring for her child with her new lover.
Healing over the loss of the first child that never came to be, but finding happiness with another.
Thoughts of Elizabeth as painful as they could be were the only things that kept Roderick breathing most days in his cell. He ignored everything else around him, the other prisoners, visitors from the Ministry, and the Aurors that worked there. The sounds of the waves outside that pounded against the base of the prison eventually just became background noise as Roderick turned numb.
No, Azkaban was not for the faint-hearted, it was for those that were dead on the inside.
He fitted in perfectly after a while.
Yet, as much as Roderick wished that the Ministry forgot the length of his sentence and left him there to rot, it was not the case. Instead, when it came time for his release, the whole thing was rather prompt. He didn't hear the sound of several disgruntled voices in the distance, he didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching his cell. Roderick just simply laid on the floor, his back facing the bars as he stared ahead blankly at the wall.
