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the second war. a conflict stemming from the dark wizard's rise to power after his fearful return in 1995. his followers, the Death Eaters, waged a violent campaign across both worlds, seeking to destroy and take over the Ministry of Magic and non-magical beings, with a goal of conquering the entire world.
2, May, 1998, thousands of people were killed. some, like the Death Eaters were either killed or imprisoned, with the exception of the Malfoy's. Approximately fifty-five defenders from both sides were killed in the final battle. Kingsley Shacklebolt was named Minister, and later sentenced the Lestrange's with life in Azkaban.
Little did the elder lestrange know about his wife's death within the castle. He was sent away, deep in the depths of Azkaban prison for the fourth time but this time, he's here for life.
The moment he found out about Bella, was the moment he died inside. Apart of him broke. His usual well-kept appearance turned hallow, his face sunken pale as snow, his long untamed dark hair hung low in his expressionless face. It was like he was already dead. Life fading before his own eyes once each unpleasant visit by the morphed creature that lurks beneath the darkness, sucking the happiness out of everyone of its victims.
Rodolpus Lestrange, was the recent prisoner, he was weak, broken, a broken shell of a man lay on a bug infested mattress, staring at the ceiling blankly. He was waiting, waiting for something as he let out a faint, hollow whisper..
"I will find you." Rodolpus mutters bitterly, his voice horse as he pressed his back against the bars, staring at the stone blankly.
Rabastan was watching his brother, propping his head against the bars of his own cell. His untamed curls shone each time, far too greasy for his liking. Still, he knew how he'll never bathe again, even if it's forever he'll always smell like death.
"Brother.....you there?" He asked, his face flat as he picked on the bars that separates them. Just as he expected, Rodolpus ignored him as he just had imagined, making Rabastan annoyed like usual.
For a moment, Rodolpus's response was only a expressionless stare. He watched his brother curiously until he turns away, letting liquid run over his lip, and down his chin, and drop to the floor. He was crying again.
Rabastan knew immediately that his brother wasn't alright. Rodolpus wiped the weakness from his cheekbones, scoffing at his recent actions.
"Don't pity me, brother." He snarled, shaking his head while scoffing once more.
"No," Rabastan immediately replies, pushing himself closer to face Rodolpus, "I don't pity people brother, we are Lestrange's and we don't show weakness, just like father taught us."
"Exactly," he scoffs, but something caused him to increase the salty liquid to roll down his cheekbones. His eyes were puffed up, he looked so valuable, even the morphed figure could break someone this broken.
He hardly paid attention to his brother's sorrows anymore, abandoning his spot as he sat on the bug infested mattress to clear his own thoughts that were unsettled by the war. He took his eyes off his brother, staring at the ceiling blankly until he heard Rodolpus speak,
"Did you see it happen, did anyone see it happen?" He took his eyes away from the stone, which was filled with more liquid, oozing down his cheekbones, and falling to the floor. His motionless face appears blotchy red, gazing at his younger brother awaiting an answer. Rabastan appeared deep in thought, gazing at the blank ceiling.
"Not that I recall brother, it seems like someone from the order might've seen it happen, I'm sure once we get free from this mess. We'll find whomever is responsible, and when we do it'll be worth it." Rabastan recalls.
Rodolpus Lestrange looked up, his eyes full of sorrow looked over at his brother, "Where are the Malfoy's? aren't they supposed to be in here for life too?" Said Rodolpus, angrily. "They are involved just as much as we were, Brother! this doesn't make much sense!! even our nephew, he let the death eaters in the castle and they are roaming around acting all innocent! It's bullshit!"
"Shut up!" Sneers a voice.
Rodolpus looked at the guard who seemed like he was enjoying his current state. "Who killed my wife!" He shouts, putting his pale hands on the thin bars, pushing his hallowed face up against it. "I don't know, even if I did know I wouldn't tell you." Sneered the guard who chuckles at the anger in Rodolpus's body language.
"Enough with the threats," one of them said and Rodolpus shudders with fury at their taunting.
"Can't," the other guard said. "It's just too fun making the bigger one weaker. You don't understand."
Rodolpus tried to hold back his anger as he sagged against the bars as he aggressively bit into his nail, tasting copper.
"Besides, whomever killed your bitch of a wife deserves a prize." The ignorant guard said.
"I wouldn't joke about this," The second guard said. "Rodolpus isn't like most people you want to mess around with. He loves Bellatrix more then himself." He replied.
Suddenly, the two guards were gone, then, and Rodolpus sat down on his mattress, biting his finger and clenching his fist. "Bella," he breathed out, "I will seek vengeance, my love."
