Hey, so this story is basically Kate visiting Bellatrix in Azkaban after the Longbottom torture. Can wewe please tell me what wewe think so I can see if I should even bother uandishi more? Be HONEST! Thanks!
The mashua raced mbele in the open sea. The salty spray relentlessly pounded on her face. It was so bad she’d aliyopewa up on trying to avoid it. The siku was gloomy and gray, suiting her general mood perfectly. Kate sighed and sat back, staring out to sea. The only things visible in any direction were the choppy gray ocean waves. She knew it was madness to even be attempting what she was planning, but the tiniest spark of hope was flaring inside her. She still couldn’t believe the events that had all occurred in the last week. She shook her head. Maybe this visit was only to try and convince herself.
First, the Dark Lord had fallen the week before. If she hadn’t seen the site in Godrics Hollow herself, she still wouldn’t have believed it. How could someone like Lord Voldemort fall to an infant? The worlds most powerful dark wizard. She hadn’t been the only one who’d been in denial. She and the others had all been desperate, desperate enough to even seek information from their most hated enemies, from Order members.
She could remember the torture as though it had been just hours ago, instead of days. She and several others, desperate to find the Dark Lord, had sought out the aurors, Frank and Alice Longbottom, certain that anyone so high up in the Ministry would have information. They’d resorted to torture after they hadn’t yielded, and refused to speak to the Death Eaters. Kate could still almost hear the screams. She smiled slightly at the memory. She could still see the horror and pain on the faces of the Longbottoms, and remembered how they’d eventually blasted the house apart searching, desperate for any scrap of evidence, any clue that could help them find their master. And then everything had gone wrong. They all wore almost identical masks of shock when aurors and ministry officials had begun to apparate, and surround them. They’d run, Kate remembered, dodging spells and curses in the dark woods behind the house. She remembered running, racing desperately through brambles and bushes, desperate to avoid capture. Her mark had burned that night, whether from the Dark Lords signal au from the thorns that had pierced her skin, but she barely felt it, thoughts concentrated getting away, anywhere. She’d managed to apparate to safety, but the scenes of that night had kept replaying in her head ever since. She hadn’t even known how the others had managed, unable to contact them lest they’d fallen into ministry hands.
Then, the inayofuata morning, it had been all over the news. They’d been captured. Four out of six, only she and Paul had managed to escape. Rodolphus, Rabastan, Barty, and Bellatrix had all been caught. And Kate was painfully aware of the fact that any of them could have been her. It could have been Bellatrix au any of the others kusoma about her arrest in the papers, and that was one fact she knew she’d never forget.
She’d gone to the trial. She’d only been allowed in because of a few bribes and Imperio’s, and a powerful disillusionment charm had she managed to slip kwa the guards and watch everything unfold in the courtroom. The faces of the Wizengamot were cold, calculated, and unforgiving. She’d nearly wept when Bellatrix had spoken, and had not denounced her loyalty. Even Azkaban wouldn’t stop her from being loyal to their master. Azkaban, the word that sent chills down every Death Eaters spine. They all knew of the horrors that awaited them in that place, yet Bellatrix still stood, proudly proclaiming her loyalty. Kate knew that she would have done the same thing, had it came to that, but her moyo still wept for her Lost friends, and one of them in particular.
“Ma’am’, the auror manning the mashua stood and coughed nervously, distracting Kate from the troubled memories in her head. She shook her head, and looked up at him. He coughed again, and Kate almost smiled. “Must be a newbie”, she thought to herself. “Uhh, we’re here, Ma’am”, he continued. Kate looked up.
The mashua had landed on the rocky pwani of a small island, barely big enough for the gigantic building it housed. It was tall and triangular, sort of like a triangular tube. Kate stepped onto the rocky pwani and looked up at Azkaban prison. As she stepped off the boat, the air seemed to grow colder, and the sky turned darker. Kate shivered, and wind whipped around her. Pushing hair out of her face, she tried not to look up at the dementors swooping all around.
Kate turned and managed to smile at the boatman, who stuttered and blushed as he began to tie up the boat. Kate waited, tapping her foot impatiently, wanting him to finish. He finally stood up, and gestured towards the building. Kate followed him up the rocky path nervously, her boots clicking on the wet rocks.
She glanced around herself. What if the Dementors could sense her guilt? What if this was a trap, merely the aurors wanting to get her to Azkaban without a struggle. Kate pushed her fears away, she was already nervous enough. She felt no remorse for what they’d done, those silly aurors had deserved it, but Kate didn’t want to end up like her Lost friends.
Though Kate knew the dementors had no reason to go near her, she still couldn’t help but feel shivers of nervousness, and she tried to push then aside as she followed the man up the path. Her boots made clicking sounds on the damp rock, and Kate tried to conjure happy thoughts. Seeing her Marafiki again, albeit briefly, crucioing muggles, Death Eater meetings, the torture from a few nights ago…. Kate managed a small smile as she managed to keep up.
As they grew closer to the prison doors, the air seemed to grow colder still. Kate tried to hide her fear and conjure up happiness as she saw the dementors at the front doors. The man spoke to them, though Kate couldn’t make out his exact words. One of the dementors nodded, and the doors began to creak open. Kate was ushered through, and she tried to stay as far away from the dementors as she could as she took her first steps into Azkaban prison.
Kate turned, expecting the boatman to be following. He wasn’t. “You’re not coming?”, Kate asked in surprise. He fiddled with his hat. “No ma’am. Follow the hallway, and you’ll get to the check-in room. They’ll help you”. He turned to go back to the boat. Kate opened her mouth, but the doors were already closing. Was she the only human left in the building? Who exactly would “help”, her, a dementor au a person. Already she could feel the walls spinning around her. She shouldn’t have come, she’d known it was a bad idea...
She staggered back and stumbled against one of the walls. She shut her eyes. What if they arrested her now? She took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She swallowed and opened her eyes, forcing herself to remain calm.
She walked down the hall with quick, determined steps, already angry at herself for the onyesha of weakness. She strode through the doors at the end of the hall and appeared in a small, stone room, mostly bare, save for a dawati behind which a man in a crisp uniform sat. The air seemed warmer. Kate looked around. A fox, mbweha patronus was prowling the perimeter of the room. Kate already felt better. The man behind the dawati sat up.
“Can I help you?”, he asked, smiling professionally.
Kate swallowed, the nagging feeling of doubt threatening to return and overwhelm her.
She stepped forward.
“I’m here to see Bellatrix Lestrange.”
The mashua raced mbele in the open sea. The salty spray relentlessly pounded on her face. It was so bad she’d aliyopewa up on trying to avoid it. The siku was gloomy and gray, suiting her general mood perfectly. Kate sighed and sat back, staring out to sea. The only things visible in any direction were the choppy gray ocean waves. She knew it was madness to even be attempting what she was planning, but the tiniest spark of hope was flaring inside her. She still couldn’t believe the events that had all occurred in the last week. She shook her head. Maybe this visit was only to try and convince herself.
First, the Dark Lord had fallen the week before. If she hadn’t seen the site in Godrics Hollow herself, she still wouldn’t have believed it. How could someone like Lord Voldemort fall to an infant? The worlds most powerful dark wizard. She hadn’t been the only one who’d been in denial. She and the others had all been desperate, desperate enough to even seek information from their most hated enemies, from Order members.
She could remember the torture as though it had been just hours ago, instead of days. She and several others, desperate to find the Dark Lord, had sought out the aurors, Frank and Alice Longbottom, certain that anyone so high up in the Ministry would have information. They’d resorted to torture after they hadn’t yielded, and refused to speak to the Death Eaters. Kate could still almost hear the screams. She smiled slightly at the memory. She could still see the horror and pain on the faces of the Longbottoms, and remembered how they’d eventually blasted the house apart searching, desperate for any scrap of evidence, any clue that could help them find their master. And then everything had gone wrong. They all wore almost identical masks of shock when aurors and ministry officials had begun to apparate, and surround them. They’d run, Kate remembered, dodging spells and curses in the dark woods behind the house. She remembered running, racing desperately through brambles and bushes, desperate to avoid capture. Her mark had burned that night, whether from the Dark Lords signal au from the thorns that had pierced her skin, but she barely felt it, thoughts concentrated getting away, anywhere. She’d managed to apparate to safety, but the scenes of that night had kept replaying in her head ever since. She hadn’t even known how the others had managed, unable to contact them lest they’d fallen into ministry hands.
Then, the inayofuata morning, it had been all over the news. They’d been captured. Four out of six, only she and Paul had managed to escape. Rodolphus, Rabastan, Barty, and Bellatrix had all been caught. And Kate was painfully aware of the fact that any of them could have been her. It could have been Bellatrix au any of the others kusoma about her arrest in the papers, and that was one fact she knew she’d never forget.
She’d gone to the trial. She’d only been allowed in because of a few bribes and Imperio’s, and a powerful disillusionment charm had she managed to slip kwa the guards and watch everything unfold in the courtroom. The faces of the Wizengamot were cold, calculated, and unforgiving. She’d nearly wept when Bellatrix had spoken, and had not denounced her loyalty. Even Azkaban wouldn’t stop her from being loyal to their master. Azkaban, the word that sent chills down every Death Eaters spine. They all knew of the horrors that awaited them in that place, yet Bellatrix still stood, proudly proclaiming her loyalty. Kate knew that she would have done the same thing, had it came to that, but her moyo still wept for her Lost friends, and one of them in particular.
“Ma’am’, the auror manning the mashua stood and coughed nervously, distracting Kate from the troubled memories in her head. She shook her head, and looked up at him. He coughed again, and Kate almost smiled. “Must be a newbie”, she thought to herself. “Uhh, we’re here, Ma’am”, he continued. Kate looked up.
The mashua had landed on the rocky pwani of a small island, barely big enough for the gigantic building it housed. It was tall and triangular, sort of like a triangular tube. Kate stepped onto the rocky pwani and looked up at Azkaban prison. As she stepped off the boat, the air seemed to grow colder, and the sky turned darker. Kate shivered, and wind whipped around her. Pushing hair out of her face, she tried not to look up at the dementors swooping all around.
Kate turned and managed to smile at the boatman, who stuttered and blushed as he began to tie up the boat. Kate waited, tapping her foot impatiently, wanting him to finish. He finally stood up, and gestured towards the building. Kate followed him up the rocky path nervously, her boots clicking on the wet rocks.
She glanced around herself. What if the Dementors could sense her guilt? What if this was a trap, merely the aurors wanting to get her to Azkaban without a struggle. Kate pushed her fears away, she was already nervous enough. She felt no remorse for what they’d done, those silly aurors had deserved it, but Kate didn’t want to end up like her Lost friends.
Though Kate knew the dementors had no reason to go near her, she still couldn’t help but feel shivers of nervousness, and she tried to push then aside as she followed the man up the path. Her boots made clicking sounds on the damp rock, and Kate tried to conjure happy thoughts. Seeing her Marafiki again, albeit briefly, crucioing muggles, Death Eater meetings, the torture from a few nights ago…. Kate managed a small smile as she managed to keep up.
As they grew closer to the prison doors, the air seemed to grow colder still. Kate tried to hide her fear and conjure up happiness as she saw the dementors at the front doors. The man spoke to them, though Kate couldn’t make out his exact words. One of the dementors nodded, and the doors began to creak open. Kate was ushered through, and she tried to stay as far away from the dementors as she could as she took her first steps into Azkaban prison.
Kate turned, expecting the boatman to be following. He wasn’t. “You’re not coming?”, Kate asked in surprise. He fiddled with his hat. “No ma’am. Follow the hallway, and you’ll get to the check-in room. They’ll help you”. He turned to go back to the boat. Kate opened her mouth, but the doors were already closing. Was she the only human left in the building? Who exactly would “help”, her, a dementor au a person. Already she could feel the walls spinning around her. She shouldn’t have come, she’d known it was a bad idea...
She staggered back and stumbled against one of the walls. She shut her eyes. What if they arrested her now? She took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She swallowed and opened her eyes, forcing herself to remain calm.
She walked down the hall with quick, determined steps, already angry at herself for the onyesha of weakness. She strode through the doors at the end of the hall and appeared in a small, stone room, mostly bare, save for a dawati behind which a man in a crisp uniform sat. The air seemed warmer. Kate looked around. A fox, mbweha patronus was prowling the perimeter of the room. Kate already felt better. The man behind the dawati sat up.
“Can I help you?”, he asked, smiling professionally.
Kate swallowed, the nagging feeling of doubt threatening to return and overwhelm her.
She stepped forward.
“I’m here to see Bellatrix Lestrange.”