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Bellatrix had counted the days in her own way, marking time not by the passage of hours or the changing of seasons, but by the burning hatred that had kept her alive, that had kept her from succumbing to the madness that claimed so many others. Hatred for those who had taken everything from her-her freedom, her family, her purpose. And beneath that hatred, buried deep but ever-present, was a singular, burning need: to see her daughter again.
OR:
Alynx Malfoy (Lestrange) was only 8 years old when her mother was captured and imprisoned in Azkaban. Now 13 years later, Bellatrix Lestrange has been freed and goes to the only place she can call home. Bellatrix learns that families are complicated and Narcissa realizes having Bellatrix and her mini me in the same home might result in her needing a long vacation.
*this story is also found on A03 and is the same author :)