If they believe that they can keep me, Bellatrix LeStrange,
captive against my will, then they are sorely mistaken. I have been in
worse places than this by far. Azkaban nearly killed me; all I had was my
love of the Dark Lord to keep me sane. Now I have nothing.
Well, I have this journal. No matter how much these so called 'healers'
attempt to keep me prisoner here, I will not succumb to them. I will
remain me. Although, if they need me to, I will play their little
games. I was schooled by the Dark Lord himself, even without my wand; I
have powers most would kill for. Powers I did kill for.
So when they say to me "Mrs LeStrange, would you like a glass of
water?" I shall smile sweetly and say "yes please," and
when they ask me if I still want to raise my Lord, I shall shake my head in
mock horror and say "Ohh no, no, I want for everything to be equal in the wizarding
These things make me wretch, but if I have to, I will.
My sister hasn't visited me in years. I don't care, I don't miss
her. Her pathetic family are blood traitors. They are not as pure
as me. Although, I know that to leave this place, I need Narcissa to help
me. I need to convince her I am like her... I know that she has been through
a lot these past few years. I even saw her come into these wards a few
months ago. She ignored me, of course, did not want to be associated with
I will rise again. This journal be my witness, I will leave this painful,
patronising place and become myself again. I am Bellatrix
Black-LeStrange, and I will return.