Summary: During the Final Battle, Rodolphus Lestrange watches his beloved wife die. And as he does, he can't help but relive the worst experiences of his life.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been dwelling on the past, but how couldn’t I? The past was all I had, and I knew that more clearly than I had ever known anything. As I sat beside her I knew that there was no future for me. That without her, I was nothing. There had never been anything besides her.
Wow. I love your characterization or Rudolphus. I think it’s interesting how you chose to portray him in response to his unrequited love. Much more, the fact that his wife was instead in love with the man he worked for, a man that could kill or have him killed in an instant, and the fact that his wife never really loved him; her love was always for Voldemort.
She would want nothing more than for me to kill as many as I could.
I read this, and my response was “Whaaat?” It simply didn’t make much to any sense. Until I was half way into the story and my slow mind finally realized that the person in question was Bellatrix. As much as I adore her as a character, she always was a little crazy. Well, honestly, a little more than a little.
With only me should would never have been happy.
Poor Rudolphus. I feel so bad for him. Honestly, when Bellatrix died, I never even considered how it would affect him, but I think what you’ve written here is a very canon applicable piece. Also, you have an extra word somewhere in that sentence, depending on what your intended meaning was.
You’re descriptions were to die for. I could practically see the green tinge in front of me; I could practically feel Rudolphus’s misery. You really have a talent for it.
As I stood in front of the prison that was set to hold me for ten years, I looked up at it.
I’m slightly confused here. Rudolphus was a Death Eater. He murdered plenty of innocent people. He killed the guy’s brother in cold blood. I think he would get more than ten years. And on top of that, I was always under the impression that people in Azkaban served life sentences, simply because it seems that the Dementors drove them insane. And we wouldn’t want a whole bunch of loony people running around, now would we?
All I knew was that I needed to see the green light again, but I could feel that terrible anguish grip my soul as I watched him die as well.
I like how we see a slightly more insane side of Rudolphus here. It’s like, seeing it in his mind’s eye isn’t enough. He has to see it again and again in front of him. For instance, I believe if the person hadn’t come and taken him away from Bellatrix’s body, then he would have kept killing random people until someone finally killed him.
Actually, the way you portrayed him, I felt like he really did want to be killed. And, it was probably the first time I ever wanted a character to be killed because I liked them so much. How odd is that? Usually it’s the other way around…
Overall, you did a wonderful job handling this challenge. And best of luck to you on it.
Author's Response: Aw, I\'m glad you like the way I write Rodolphus. It\'s probably a bit unconventional, but it\'s the way I like to think of him.
About the ten years thing, you\'re definitely right. To tell you the truth, I only made it ten years because I had a long, complicated plot bunny about Rodolphus and ten years later when he got out of Azkaban… Anyway, I\'ll change it soon.
Rodolphus is a tragic character, and it\'s very normal to want him to be killed in this fic. I sort of felt like maybe his life would stop being so sucky if he died… Anyway, thanks for the reivew!