Post by *ophelia* on Mar 23, 2008 8:03:05 GMT -5
A Mere Servant?
Hey, I wrote another one that's more serious. It's sort of about the feelings Voldy has that he hates. Enjoy!
It was cold. Bella walked across the room, her bare feet padded slowly and silently. She was waiting, no one came. She walked out of the room and glanced up and down the corridor, it was empty. Her breathing began to quicken as she walked out of the room, she wasn't supposed to leave but she couldn't stand the waiting. She reached the stairs and heard a footstep that wasn't from her, she turned and hurried back to her room, as silently and as quickly as possible. When in the room again she sat on the bed and once again, began to wait. She was soon rewarded.
A tall, thin man entered the room, his skin giving off a pearly, green glow. At his sight Bellatrix's breath faltered and her heart jumped.
"My Lord," said Bella, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, when actually she wanted to scream at him for his lateness, find out where he had been and make sure he never left her sight again, hold on to him so that she could be one hundred per cent sure that he was really back and safe with her, but she knew that could not be. If she tried to do that then she was sure it would be the last thing she would ever do.
"I apologise for my lateness but I had some business to attend to. I see you were the only one who cared to wait up for me, thank you." Voldemort said all of this whilst expressing no emotion, either in his voice or his face.
Bella's face glowed with loyal pleasure, it was a glory to be honoured in even a simple word of thanks from the Dark Lord, wait until her sister and husband heard of this, they would wish then that they had waited with her for the return of their master, as only a worthy servant of the Dark Lord should. However, she would always wait the longest for her master, for she knew, deep down, that he felt what she felt. They say he felt no love, and she knew he had no need for it, he was the most succesful dark wizard of all time, but still, she knew that he felt something, he had to, and that thought could keep her loyal a lot longer than any of the others.
The Dark Lord smirked to himself at the simple thing he could do to send this mere servant into internal ecstacy. She was easy to please, yet ofton it was worth it to see the happy look on her face, no, mustn't think like that, she is just a simple worker for him, it just wouldn't do to think like that, love and relationships were for fools and it could throw a man completly out of focus. Much better to concentrate on his work, but still, when her face glowed from the pleasure he had caused, there was no denying that it caused a slight smile to occur to his face each time, but it would never get any further than that, it couldn't.
They were silent for what felt like a long time, but then Bella spoke again, "My Lord, may I ask, what were you doing?" She looked scared, yet eager at the same time for his answer.
"Well, considering that you were the only one to wait for me, I think that you are trustworthy enough to hear what I have been doing tonight." He watched Bella's eyes grow wider with expectation. He paused, delighting in her impatientness. Finally, he spoke, "I sent Snape to the ministry of magic and I have found out of somewhere called the hall of prophecy's in the department of mysteries. I had to wait for him in another location, I do not wish for the other Death Eaters to know of this yet."
"But, how did he find out, the only people who know of the department of mysteries are unspeakables and they can't say about it!" wondered Bellatrix, her voice full of awe in his idea, and also in delight that she was the only one who could know of it, but also disappointed that it was Snape who had done the job, although, of course, she couldn't go, she had just escaped from Azkaban.
"Bellatrix, you think that the rules of the Ministry workers could stop Lord Voldemort's plan working out as it should?" said Voldemort, knowing what Bella's reaction would be before it happened.
" No, my Lord, of course not, I knew that if anyone could work out an idea to find out what happened in the Department of Mysteries it would be you, it is just, it has been so much of secret up to now, how did you do it?" Bella's voice, at first shocked that her Lord would think that she could ever doubt his ability, soon turned to praise her Lord, and ask questions, for she wanted to know more. Really, she knew that the Dark Lord knew that she would never doubt him, but it was just something that happened if ever she slightly doubted Voldemort, almost a little roleplay, where everyone knew their lines.
"It was easy, just a few dead unspeakables, and one dead family of one of the unspeakables and he had the information. It is foolish to try and defend others, much safer to save your own skin, as a few people have just found out today." smirked Voldemort as he passed on this "wisdom" to his most faithful, who listened with bated breath and wide eyes.
"Yes My Lord, most definately, My Lord." Bellatrix said, just so happy for Voldemort to think her important enough to be given advice. But then, she began to think about what he had said. "So, if it came to it, would you rather I ran to save my own life than help you?" It had slipped out before she had had time to think about it, but there was no going back now, the question was asked.
"Well, Bella, I doubt I would need help from you, but if I did, I would expect you, as my servant, to think it an honour to stay behind." smiled Voldemort, not thinking it a question that he should not be asked by a mere servant, but he was pleased that she was asking him something personal for a change.
"Of course it would be my honour, you are my Lord and I would do anything for you, but please, continue with your story." Bellatrix said, trying to move the conversation away from her being a servant, she hated that, and she also wanted to know what he had done next.
"Well, he used the imperius curse to get an unspeakable into the empty room that he had gone into and tortured him into telling him, simple really, I wonder why it hasn't been done before" said Voldemort.
"But you must have had some idea of what was there, you must have had an aim?" said Bellatrix, her voice full of awe again.
"Well, I had an idea from a source of which, I'm sure you will understand, I cannot speak of." murmered Voldemort.
"Yes, of course. So, do you know what your next move is?" asked Bellatrix.
"I think we have spoken enough of this for tonight, but I will have words with the other Death Eaters tomorrow about them not staying up to wait for me. I can trust you, I am sure, not to tell anyone of what we have discussed. However, I would like to say, if I am ever in trouble, I give you permission to save your own skin and not wait for me." smiled the Dark Lord, knowing that others would jump at a chance to save him. However, his thin lipped, unatural smile faltered when Bella averted her eyes from his. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"It's just, if you were in trouble, I would never save my own skin, even now you've said that, I would still always try to help you." whispered Bella, as if she feared the reaction. She walked over to a chair that had casually been put by the window and sat down.
Voldemort stepped over to where she sat with her back to him. He closed his eyes and leaned over her hunched up body, trying to see what she saw, but he found that he couldn't seem to even attemp to break her shell, maybe he was afraid of what he would see? Instead he silently smelt her hair, noticing, as he did, that he had smelt that smell before, he smelt it everyday, it was Bella's smell, he had just never noticed where it had come from before, it had just been there, like her, everyday. He longed to go closer, to smell more, but, no. That could not happen, what was happening to him, he didn't feel emotion, he had no need for it, and if he didn't need it, it was no use to him, he didn't want it. But did he want this?
Bellatrix's eye's opened suddenly, was he smelling her hair? No, he couldn't be, God, she wished she'd washed it, she didn't think she'd need to, she was sure someone had just smelled her hair. God, what a feeling, she had never experienced anything like just now when he had smelled her hair. What a rush, she knew he had just smelled her hair, for her heart jumped in only a way it could if her Lord was near, just like at Hogwarts, when he had first walked into the common room, she knew then that her heart would never stop jumping like that for as long as she knew him. The feeling had stopped, so she knew that the smelling had too. Would he speak, please let him speak. Let him say something, anything.
"I'll see you tomorrow" he said, as he left the room.
Well I didn't want him to say that, she thought. "Goodnight," she murmured reluctently, and she walked over to the single bed, not wishing to see her husband again that night, not after what had happened. So instead she lay down to wish that her Lord was there again, still smelling her hair.
Meanwhile, Voldemort had gone to his room and sat at the desk there. He thought over what had just happened, and, although he was hating himself for wanting this, especially as she was just a mere servant, he wished that he was still in Bella's room, smelling her hair.
Hey, I wrote another one that's more serious. It's sort of about the feelings Voldy has that he hates. Enjoy!
It was cold. Bella walked across the room, her bare feet padded slowly and silently. She was waiting, no one came. She walked out of the room and glanced up and down the corridor, it was empty. Her breathing began to quicken as she walked out of the room, she wasn't supposed to leave but she couldn't stand the waiting. She reached the stairs and heard a footstep that wasn't from her, she turned and hurried back to her room, as silently and as quickly as possible. When in the room again she sat on the bed and once again, began to wait. She was soon rewarded.
A tall, thin man entered the room, his skin giving off a pearly, green glow. At his sight Bellatrix's breath faltered and her heart jumped.
"My Lord," said Bella, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, when actually she wanted to scream at him for his lateness, find out where he had been and make sure he never left her sight again, hold on to him so that she could be one hundred per cent sure that he was really back and safe with her, but she knew that could not be. If she tried to do that then she was sure it would be the last thing she would ever do.
"I apologise for my lateness but I had some business to attend to. I see you were the only one who cared to wait up for me, thank you." Voldemort said all of this whilst expressing no emotion, either in his voice or his face.
Bella's face glowed with loyal pleasure, it was a glory to be honoured in even a simple word of thanks from the Dark Lord, wait until her sister and husband heard of this, they would wish then that they had waited with her for the return of their master, as only a worthy servant of the Dark Lord should. However, she would always wait the longest for her master, for she knew, deep down, that he felt what she felt. They say he felt no love, and she knew he had no need for it, he was the most succesful dark wizard of all time, but still, she knew that he felt something, he had to, and that thought could keep her loyal a lot longer than any of the others.
The Dark Lord smirked to himself at the simple thing he could do to send this mere servant into internal ecstacy. She was easy to please, yet ofton it was worth it to see the happy look on her face, no, mustn't think like that, she is just a simple worker for him, it just wouldn't do to think like that, love and relationships were for fools and it could throw a man completly out of focus. Much better to concentrate on his work, but still, when her face glowed from the pleasure he had caused, there was no denying that it caused a slight smile to occur to his face each time, but it would never get any further than that, it couldn't.
They were silent for what felt like a long time, but then Bella spoke again, "My Lord, may I ask, what were you doing?" She looked scared, yet eager at the same time for his answer.
"Well, considering that you were the only one to wait for me, I think that you are trustworthy enough to hear what I have been doing tonight." He watched Bella's eyes grow wider with expectation. He paused, delighting in her impatientness. Finally, he spoke, "I sent Snape to the ministry of magic and I have found out of somewhere called the hall of prophecy's in the department of mysteries. I had to wait for him in another location, I do not wish for the other Death Eaters to know of this yet."
"But, how did he find out, the only people who know of the department of mysteries are unspeakables and they can't say about it!" wondered Bellatrix, her voice full of awe in his idea, and also in delight that she was the only one who could know of it, but also disappointed that it was Snape who had done the job, although, of course, she couldn't go, she had just escaped from Azkaban.
"Bellatrix, you think that the rules of the Ministry workers could stop Lord Voldemort's plan working out as it should?" said Voldemort, knowing what Bella's reaction would be before it happened.
" No, my Lord, of course not, I knew that if anyone could work out an idea to find out what happened in the Department of Mysteries it would be you, it is just, it has been so much of secret up to now, how did you do it?" Bella's voice, at first shocked that her Lord would think that she could ever doubt his ability, soon turned to praise her Lord, and ask questions, for she wanted to know more. Really, she knew that the Dark Lord knew that she would never doubt him, but it was just something that happened if ever she slightly doubted Voldemort, almost a little roleplay, where everyone knew their lines.
"It was easy, just a few dead unspeakables, and one dead family of one of the unspeakables and he had the information. It is foolish to try and defend others, much safer to save your own skin, as a few people have just found out today." smirked Voldemort as he passed on this "wisdom" to his most faithful, who listened with bated breath and wide eyes.
"Yes My Lord, most definately, My Lord." Bellatrix said, just so happy for Voldemort to think her important enough to be given advice. But then, she began to think about what he had said. "So, if it came to it, would you rather I ran to save my own life than help you?" It had slipped out before she had had time to think about it, but there was no going back now, the question was asked.
"Well, Bella, I doubt I would need help from you, but if I did, I would expect you, as my servant, to think it an honour to stay behind." smiled Voldemort, not thinking it a question that he should not be asked by a mere servant, but he was pleased that she was asking him something personal for a change.
"Of course it would be my honour, you are my Lord and I would do anything for you, but please, continue with your story." Bellatrix said, trying to move the conversation away from her being a servant, she hated that, and she also wanted to know what he had done next.
"Well, he used the imperius curse to get an unspeakable into the empty room that he had gone into and tortured him into telling him, simple really, I wonder why it hasn't been done before" said Voldemort.
"But you must have had some idea of what was there, you must have had an aim?" said Bellatrix, her voice full of awe again.
"Well, I had an idea from a source of which, I'm sure you will understand, I cannot speak of." murmered Voldemort.
"Yes, of course. So, do you know what your next move is?" asked Bellatrix.
"I think we have spoken enough of this for tonight, but I will have words with the other Death Eaters tomorrow about them not staying up to wait for me. I can trust you, I am sure, not to tell anyone of what we have discussed. However, I would like to say, if I am ever in trouble, I give you permission to save your own skin and not wait for me." smiled the Dark Lord, knowing that others would jump at a chance to save him. However, his thin lipped, unatural smile faltered when Bella averted her eyes from his. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"It's just, if you were in trouble, I would never save my own skin, even now you've said that, I would still always try to help you." whispered Bella, as if she feared the reaction. She walked over to a chair that had casually been put by the window and sat down.
Voldemort stepped over to where she sat with her back to him. He closed his eyes and leaned over her hunched up body, trying to see what she saw, but he found that he couldn't seem to even attemp to break her shell, maybe he was afraid of what he would see? Instead he silently smelt her hair, noticing, as he did, that he had smelt that smell before, he smelt it everyday, it was Bella's smell, he had just never noticed where it had come from before, it had just been there, like her, everyday. He longed to go closer, to smell more, but, no. That could not happen, what was happening to him, he didn't feel emotion, he had no need for it, and if he didn't need it, it was no use to him, he didn't want it. But did he want this?
Bellatrix's eye's opened suddenly, was he smelling her hair? No, he couldn't be, God, she wished she'd washed it, she didn't think she'd need to, she was sure someone had just smelled her hair. God, what a feeling, she had never experienced anything like just now when he had smelled her hair. What a rush, she knew he had just smelled her hair, for her heart jumped in only a way it could if her Lord was near, just like at Hogwarts, when he had first walked into the common room, she knew then that her heart would never stop jumping like that for as long as she knew him. The feeling had stopped, so she knew that the smelling had too. Would he speak, please let him speak. Let him say something, anything.
"I'll see you tomorrow" he said, as he left the room.
Well I didn't want him to say that, she thought. "Goodnight," she murmured reluctently, and she walked over to the single bed, not wishing to see her husband again that night, not after what had happened. So instead she lay down to wish that her Lord was there again, still smelling her hair.
Meanwhile, Voldemort had gone to his room and sat at the desk there. He thought over what had just happened, and, although he was hating himself for wanting this, especially as she was just a mere servant, he wished that he was still in Bella's room, smelling her hair.
