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They came today
And told me he had died.
Our wait together
Had come to an end,
And now it was only me
To listen to the screams,
And the laughter
In this little cage.
They came today
And told me I could watch.
Watch them bury him
In the ground outside.
It's cold in here,
It's cold out there,
It's so cold
Without my love.
They came today
And took me outside.
He lay in a crude box,
His brown eyes never to see mine again.
Azkaban is lonely enough
Without losing
The only person
Worth the long wait.
They came today
And buried Barty in the ground.
I was allowed to watch,
While being watched myself.
The guards never left me,
But they kept their distance.
Even when grieving,
Bellatrix has a fight.
They came today
And let me touch the grave.
The dirt between my fingers
Felt as ashen as my faith.
The Dark Lord would be restored someday,
But I would celebrate alone.
My Barty's gone,
And I'm all that's left.
They came today
And locked me back up.
Dementors love me today,
For all my happiness is shot.
The other prisoners like me today,
Because for once I am silent.
But the cell across from me hates me,
And taunts me with its new found emptiness.
They came today
And ruined my forever.
And told me he had died.
Our wait together
Had come to an end,
And now it was only me
To listen to the screams,
And the laughter
In this little cage.
They came today
And told me I could watch.
Watch them bury him
In the ground outside.
It's cold in here,
It's cold out there,
It's so cold
Without my love.
They came today
And took me outside.
He lay in a crude box,
His brown eyes never to see mine again.
Azkaban is lonely enough
Without losing
The only person
Worth the long wait.
They came today
And buried Barty in the ground.
I was allowed to watch,
While being watched myself.
The guards never left me,
But they kept their distance.
Even when grieving,
Bellatrix has a fight.
They came today
And let me touch the grave.
The dirt between my fingers
Felt as ashen as my faith.
The Dark Lord would be restored someday,
But I would celebrate alone.
My Barty's gone,
And I'm all that's left.
They came today
And locked me back up.
Dementors love me today,
For all my happiness is shot.
The other prisoners like me today,
Because for once I am silent.
But the cell across from me hates me,
And taunts me with its new found emptiness.
They came today
And ruined my forever.
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I was wondering today: When Barty's mom died in Azkaban, and everyone thought it was Barty, would anyone care? And how would Bellatrix feel, if they'd been a couple? This was birthed from the latter question.
At first, I pictured her watching from her cell, her sad face being pressed close to bars, watching as they buried him in the ground. But I decided I wanted her out and to feel the dirt as 'ashen as her faith'. So yeah...
Also, for some reason when I went back a re-read the line about the empty cell across form her, I got a mental image of the two reaching through the cell bars for each other, but just barely out of the other's reach. I WISH I COULD DRAW!!!! I would totally draw that!! Maybe I'll write it instead...
At first, I pictured her watching from her cell, her sad face being pressed close to bars, watching as they buried him in the ground. But I decided I wanted her out and to feel the dirt as 'ashen as her faith'. So yeah...
Also, for some reason when I went back a re-read the line about the empty cell across form her, I got a mental image of the two reaching through the cell bars for each other, but just barely out of the other's reach. I WISH I COULD DRAW!!!! I would totally draw that!! Maybe I'll write it instead...
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