Bellatrix timidly stepped into Voldemort's chambers. Her once beautiful face was gaunt and pale, her hair Tangled and lustreless. Years in Azkaban had aged her beyond her years.
"My Lord," she whispered, her voice choking with emotion, "It has been far too long." She fell to her knees before him, tears dripping down her face.
"Yes Bella, it has been too long. I hear wewe were sentenced to life?" His cold voice sent shivers down her spine.
"Yes my Lord, but for you, I would be rotting there now," Bella smiled, "Thank wewe my Lord."
"I believe in rewarding good behaviour," replied Voldemort, "You...
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