Bad Romance

Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Another Bloody Prophecy

Something Winterhaven said kept nagging at Bellatrix's mind as she, Rodolphus, and Rabastan headed off to Azkaban. Once there, she hurried into the office to write Grindelwald.

Gellert,

Cassius compared Auras to the mind today, and it made me think of the love studies. Dreams are also in the mind or Aura or whatever, so if Delphini is using dreams, perhaps we can use something Winterhaven or Lyra knows to counteract it. Can you see if Jekyll's people have a use for Lyra or Winterhaven's abilities? Do you think we should bring them to study the brain room this weekend?

Bellatrix L

She sent the letter off then tried to change her focus to the present day's work at Azkaban. She didn't want to be there, though, so it was a struggle. She never wanted to be there save for the occasional torture sessions she got into and enjoyed. Being a prisoner there for so long just made it a place not to be in her book. Perhaps someday that would change, but not today, Mugglefucker! Today was even more difficult. The love room and ehe Department of Mysteries in its entirety had far more appeal when she placed it in the category of defensive measures to crush the enemy.

As she wasn't interested in continuing to train the Aurors with Rodolphus and Rabastan, she decided to go torture whichever prisoner looked like he, or she, needed it most. A good solid torturing session would hopefully clear her head and have it ready to get to work on a real challenge later. Making someone scream in agony beat being frustrated.

Gellert's reply letter came while she was wandering up and down the lines of cells, before she'd settled on a torture toy.

Dear Strange Bella,

Good ideas all, and I'm on it, as they say. Your child is here now so I will speak to her and her boy wonder about the brain room directly. Perhaps they can play in there today if there is time after I've given his locking and unlocking skills a good work over. We will speak more on this Saturday. Blaise and I have decided to join you all in the love room because we found something years ago on an old scroll that may be relevant. It appears to be a prophecy, and it is very old. Your thoughts about the six of us caused me to recall it, and I have come to the conclusion that it may be referring to us and our time.

Gellert

Bellatrix read the note over twice, then folded it carefully before sliding it into her corset to show Roddy and Rabastan at lunch. While the idea of another bloody prophecy was enraging, the fact Grindelwald valued her opinions enough to remember said prophecy was something to be proud of.

With her mood mildly improved, she at last decided upon two women and one man to torture and distract herself with until lunch. When she shared the letter with the others as they ate in their office, Rodolphus remained thoughtfully silent.

For his part Rabastan wasn't so silent. Letting out a gusty sigh of exasperation, he put down his sandwich to toss his hands into the air. "Anyone else tired of this shit? He's living inside some freakish creation of his that, by the way, I still can't manage to convince myself to think of as an actual daughter! And now just like with Potty, there is a Mugglefucking prophecy? Seriously?"

Bellatrix shrugged then nodded her agreement, because helpful or not, he was right.

The next two days dragged by with Bellatrix's mind playing with this and that possibility, only to end up frustrated because she could act on none. There were far too many unknowns that had to be explored so it was all about waiting. Winterhaven began a routine of coming to breakfast daily, and he and Lyra were out nightly until late with Dumbledore's son and the goblin girlfriend.