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Today was Bellatrix's first day awake, and I closed the flyway network and all magical channels early, hiding my wand to disguise everything as a muggle world.
Bellatrix woke up really panicked, after all, who can not stay calm in a state of ignorance.
I admired her trembling eyelashes, her pursed lips, and told her I was her wife, that she had been sleeping for five years after an accident in which her injuries had led to amnesia.
Even because of that spell, she still looked the same as she did in her thirties.
Bellatrix was clearly surprised by her fondness for women, and I duly showed my loss and frustration, and this beautiful woman did soften her heart, and she took my hand to comfort me, not quite accustomed to it. See, black, who had forgotten her stereotypical upbringing and aristocratic temper, was so innocent, childish, and sweet, like a fledgling nestled in my palm to do whatever I wanted.
Do whatever you want. How could I do that, my hard-to-get golden bird I selectively told her some information, of course, with some minor processing. The poor thing's parents are dead, her only friends have left her in the five years she's been in a coma, and the only family she has now is me, hermione - granger.
I certainly wouldn't tell her that your sisters are looking for you, that the Ministry of Magic is looking for you, and that you've been hidden by my spell for five years. That's the kind of thing only a fool would do. Bellatrix seemed shocked by these "facts", she clutched my hand and murmured: "How could this be..."
My poor bella.