Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #13 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.

Use a lot of alliteration.

100 words.


What was like an eternity in Azkaban ravaged Rabastan's heart, mind and body, ruining them far beyond repair, but the small spark of sentience that was the remembrance of Andromeda Black remained within him while he rotted in his room, bearing the burden of the Dementors, so that when he, Rabastan, and his compatriots were liberated at last from the prison and the pain of it, his soul lived still.

The spark fizzled out and fluttered off, a whisper in the wind, but Rabastan clung to his ideals of romance, and recollections of Andromeda held to him, haunting him forever.