|bellatrix lestrange (bellatrixyou) wrote in uprisingrpg,|
@ 2011-07-03 00:32:00
|Entry tags:||bellatrix lestrange|
Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange (NPCd)
What: Finding each other
Where: Somewhere in Spain
When: A couple of days ago
Warnings: Cursing. Talks of violence. Cuddling. No really.
Ever since Bellatrix had escaped from St. Mungoes, she knew that she was going to be hunted down. But she would die before she went to Azkaban. The first thing she needed to do was find her husband. She couldn't go home though no matter how much she wanted to. Instead she forced a teenager to go to the house and give Rodolphus an encrypted note. The wand she had stolen was doing well enough but she'd need another one. She'd get one in Spain. That was their meeting place. Only she and Rodolphus knew about it.
Getting to Spain didn't take too long, apparating to the safe place she and Rodolphus had was fairly easy. That's when she tended to her own wounds. Closing her wounds with magic, scrubbing the blood off her skin, trying to manage everything. When there was a cracking sound, Bella was exhausted and slumped up against the chair. She was in a whole lot of pain but didn't want to take anything for it. No potions. It wasn't said and she needed to be clear headed.
Seeing that it was Rodolphus, she quickly pointed her wand at him, and he pointed his at her. She asked him a simple question about the thing he whispered in her ear the night they got married. Satisfied it was him, she let Rodolphus come over to her. He picked her up and wordlessly carried her into the bedroom. They'd bought this house so long ago. Honestly they'd only ever needed it once before.
"My poor poor Bella, what have they done to you?" he whispered, kissing her forehead and laid her in to the bed.
"I was lost without you." She put her hand on top of his. "I don't know how we got separated. But I managed to escape." She didn't need to say how, he kind of figured that she killed some people.
"He's dead." Was all that Rodolphus could say.
Silently, Bellatrix let tears slip down her face. It would be the only time that Rodolphus had seen her do such a thing. The first and the last.
Slowly he got up and curled around her, lying down next to her on the bed. "I need you to let me in, Bella. Please. We need to bring him back, I know. But we can't do that if you do not trust me."
For a while, she didn't say anything, she just shut her eyes and inhaled. "Do you promise that we will kill every fucking one of those filthy mudbloods that did this to him? Do you promise me that we can keep Potter's head on a mantle in our home when it's done?"
"Then I will try to love you."
She turned over to look at her husband, and in that moment she didn't know why she didn't quite love him like she should. But she wanted to. Very much she did. "We only have each other now," she whispered. Though she knew it was going to take time for them to change that.
"What's our first move?" He asked, kissing her forehead again.
"We find the others."