Chapter 62 - Christmas Eve Aftermath Ⅱ (1/2)
The seedy pub is deathly silent as Lestrange studies the corpse of his dead wife, Bellatrix with mixed feeling. Bellatrix was such a beauty that Lestrange found himself enchanted that she chose him to marry of all people. And though their relationship was a bit distant at times, Lestrange truly did love her in his own way.
However, Lestrange knew that could not be said the same for Bellatrix. Bellatrix was hardly ever warm with him and only on very rare occasions was she ever imitate with him. Lestrange's eyes suddenly flash as the seeds of doubt begin to rapidly grow within Lestrange as he recalls his father-in-law's words. With a trembling heart, Lestrange feels sickened as he recalls the actions of Bellatrix in the past. Bellatrix was always cold and distant with him, but every time she saw the dark lord her features would light up. With great fervent emotion, Bellatrix would fulfill any request of their- dark lord.
”We must bury her body,” Lestrange quietly said.
A nearby Death Eater opens his mouth to protest, ”But shouldn't we have the Dark Lord-?”
”No!” Lestrange snapped. ”She is my wife and I say; we bury her here!”
The Death Eaters flinch at Lestrange's ferocity as Rodolphus gently takes Bellatrix's hand to see that their wedding ring band is obviously missing and long since as there is no ring band mark on her forefinger. Some unknown emotion of hatred and jealously begins to twist inside of Lestrange as he abruptly drops her hand onto the seedy pub wooden floor.
None of the Death Eater's notice Lestrange's out of character actions as the other Death Eater's quickly bend down to carry her after Lestrange's figure. The Death Eater's carry Bellatrix's body out of town into a snowy drift. ”We bury her here,” Rodolphus Lestrange said as he used his wand to clear out a space in the snow.
”But the wolves will get her,” whispered, a Death Eater at hearing the howling on the wind.
”I said dig,” Lestrange harshly roared.
The Death Eater's blink in surprise and attribute Lestrange's fierce anger at the death of his wife as they hastily aid Lestrange in his endeavor. Not long after, despite the frozen ground, a somewhat shallow grave is dug.
With a flick of his wand, Bellatrix's body is lowered into the grave. The Death Eater's glance at each other as a Death Eater says, ”Do you have any last words, Lestrange?”
Lestrange is quiet for a moment before bitterly saying, ”You were loved.” Lestrange's heart feels bitter and strangely turbulent as he turns away. The Death Eater's in unison raise their wands and push the frozen ground onto Bellatrix's pale corpse as Bellatrix's corpse is encased in the frozen ground of Albany.
The Death Eaters turn away and follow behind Lestrange. However, Rodolphus Lestrange mindlessly strides through the snow before them. The outspoken Death eater from before says, ”Lestrange, we must report Bellatrix's death to the Dark Lord!”
Lestrange halts as a cold iciness fills his gaze causing the Death Eater in question to step back. ”Yes, we should,” Rodolphus Lestrange roughly said.
The Death Eater's including Lestrange apparate away, before arriving on the outskirts of a frozen building in a snow-covered forest. The guarding Death Eater's call out to them as Lestrange does not reply as the outspoken Death Eater motions to the guarding Death Eaters to remain silent. Another Death Eater leads the way inside as Rodolphus Lestrange trails behind. With ease, the group makes their way where the Dark Lord resides.
Seeing that Lestrange is so distraught the group opts to leave Rodolphus Lestrange behind out in the corridors. The doors open with a loud creak as the room is dimly lit and chilly as ice. Some of the Death Eaters shiver with cold and pull their cloaks closer to their bodies to try to stay warm.
Voldemort opens his eyes and frowns at the early return of his follower. His nostril's flare in displeasure as the Death Eater's flinch. ”And where are Lestrange and Bellatrix?” Voldemort hissed with narrowed crimson eyes.
The Death Eaters glance at each other as the outspoken Death Eater hesitatingly says, ”Dark Lord, Lestrange is presently distraught out in the corridor as Bellatrix has been slain by her father.”