fall farewells | au
November 1981
Rodolphus knew what the trial would bring. It was only the Lestrange familial wealth that had him free of the holding cells at the Ministry. But all the gold in his vault was not going to be able to keep him free for too much longer. He was going to Azkaban.
Bellatrix believed The Dark Lord would return, but he was less optimistic. They'd thrown in their lot with the losing side... and defeated in this war, all was lost. Rodolphus did not regret it. He believed in the duty and responsibility of the pureblood families to wizarding society. He believed in all they had fought for. The likes of the Lestranges, Malfoys, and Blacks--they were to be paragons in defense of tradition.
The world was changing for the worse, but he wouldn't be around to see it. Before he was shipped off to a cell, though, he had this opportunity to say goodbye. The wizard arrived with that distinct pop of apparition. Stepping forward, Rodolphus drug long fingers through his dark hair. "Let's have a minute, love." His greeting carried a deeply masculine gruff edge. Rodolphus wasn't the kindest of men, even--or perhaps especially--with his lovers. Not that he ever expected to be in any sort of relationship with the person before him.
