Mrs. Lestrange or Queen of the Death Eaters

Mrs. Lestrange or Queen of the Death Eaters

The dementor floates and stares outside my cell. A part of me wants to lash out, to make faces, to completely disrespect it. But no I can't, it will lash out against me and its sting is worse than my own. The dementor's job is to break me, to make me a simpering fool. Sad thing is nothing can break me, I am Seraphina Lestrange, Queen of the Death Eaters.

There are somethings I have came to miss as I waste away in this cell. I miss my husband for example. When we brought to Azkaban, Marin and I were seperated. I miss having him here, I miss having someone to talk to. Even though, I miss him however, he has always been my second priority in life. I lived my life for my Lord and him alone. I am no princess in love with her princess nor are we star crossed lovers. No, we are partners in crime, When I married him, it was merely a strategic battle plan. But at the same time he had grown on me. He became a constant in a world ever changing and that was a good thing. But now since he isn't here, I miss him and what he had given me.

I also miss my blades. These were a wedding gift given to me by the Malfoys and they have served me well. They felt good in my hands and the hilts were pure silver serpents crafted by a well known magical swordsmith. I know that magic is quite a powerful weapon but at the same time, there is nothing like seeing the face of a muggle crying out in pain from the blades twisting into their soft flesh. I loved seeing dark crimson stains on my blade, blood that had came from dead mudbloods slayed by my own hands.

There is a few that I would love to see their blood upon my blades. I would especially love to see Harry Potter's blood flow free. It is his fault that we are here, why our Dark Lord had failed and why mugglelovers and mudbloods run free and procreate like rabbits. Sometimes at night I think of the boy who lived and just fantasize about ripping him to pieces and making garters from his guts. The boy who lives doesn't deserve to live, just the same as I don't deserve to be here. The other one that I want to bring justice to is Severus. The lying and betraying bastard was another reason why we are here. He ratted us out, spilled the truth before Dumbledore and the whole Ministry of Magic. I had at one time trusted him and valued him but now, all I want to do is watch him bleed and suffer like I have suffered. I am haunted by the day when they had taken both my blades and my wand away from me, for the first time I was defenseless and vulnerable. I don't forgive things like that.

I also miss my one and only Lord, the Dark Lord himself Voldemort. He was the only one that I had ever believed in entirely and the one who had opened my eyes. At one time, I had believed in what Dumbledore had preached, about us all being equal and being worthy to be wizards and witches but then I had saw what Voldemort believed in and that these fools didn't deserve what was offered to them. I had went to join them but had found that it was hard to, I was female and Voldemort had his reservations about having a woman join the fold. He challenged me, he had pushed me to the brink and I have came back a stronger witch because of it. Voldemort believed in me and therefore I believed in him. I was given a taste of what could be mine, power and the world at my feet. I felt especially proud of myself for being the only female Death Eater, Narcissa is a supported but hates to get her hands dirty. I will serve my Lord always and forever.

I take another look at the dementor. I realize that I am like it, inspiring fear wherever I go. I await for the day my Lord will arise and rescue us and most of all I can not wait to go back into his service. He will give me back my blades, my wand, my honor, my youth and beauty, since all was taken from me here. I smile here in the darkness, for I know the day is coming and I will be free.