The Reward

[xoxobellatrix]

Hi!! ;D
This is the first chapter of my first Bella/Voldy fic.
So any feedback is appreciated.
Thanks!!
EEEEEEEEEEENJOY!
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Bellatrix Lestrange awoke with a start, jarred from the terrible dreams of the past fourteen years of her life. She sat upright, her chest heaving underneath her ragged prison gown that still clutch to her deathly thin frame. Sweat covered her forehead as she looked around. She had been lying in a room in which the furniture was entirely old-fashioned. There was a cream comforter on the bed that she was laying in beside her husband.
Rodolphus Lestrange was still asleep and seemed to be having much better dreams than Bella had. He too, was covered in dirt and his dark curls were matted to his forehead.
“Ah. You’re awake.” Came a voice. “Welcome back, madam. Welcome back.”
“Dolohov?”
The tall Death Eater standing in the doorway nodded. “The Dark Lord wishes to see you once you are cleaned and redressed.”
Bellatrix nodded. The Dark Lord? Finally! After all these years, she’d be able to look into his eyes again. Those burning red eyes that others looked upon with fear that she looked upon with compassion and a burning desire… No. She must restrain herself. For now, at least. Bella stood up slowly and made her way to the bathroom.
An hour later she emerged from the first shower she had taken in years. The water had felt amazing, and she would have stayed longer were it not for the fact that Voldemort wanted to see her. That is what drove her to pick up the pace.
When she stepped back into the room, clothed in black lace and velvet all over, she found Rodolphus awake and dressed as well.
“Any idea what he could want to talk to us about?”
Bellatrix shook her head. She was too nervous to speak.
They arrived downstairs and were led into a rather large room. A fire was roaring in the corner and Voldemort’s back was to them.
Bella’s stomach felt as if she had been hit with a thousand cruciatus curses, square in the chest. If he could only turn, if she could only see him…
“Ah. You’re here.”
Her stomach lurched at the sight of him. No, he was not the same tall, dark, handsome man who had cut an impressive figure from all of the wanted posters just fourteen years ago. No. He was different now. Tall, pale, sinister, snakelike yet still, in his own way, attractive. Oh yes, he was attractive. The dark fabric of his cloak stretched tight over his muscles, and though his nostrils were now filled with slits and his eyes blazed red, Bella could tell that his body had not changed. Her lips twisted upward in a small smile as she and Rodolphus bowed in unison.
“Yes, My Lord.”
“You found everything satisfactory?”
“Quite, My Lord.”
It was Rodolphus who carried on the conversation.
“And what about you Bellatrix? After all of your years in Azkaban, have you forgotten how to
speak?”
Her smile widened. “Never, My Lord. I was just marveling over your new body.” There was a somewhat flirtatious gleam in her eye that the Dark Lord ignored. “Pettigrew did a wonderful job. For a rodent, that is.”
Voldemort chuckled. It was not his usual high-pitched, mirthless laugh but warm and low, deep and somewhat sensual. “Better than one could have hoped.”
“I would have done better, master!! I could have restored you to your former body!! As good as new!!” She exclaimed, in a surge of passion.
“My appearance displeases you, does it, Bellatrix?”
Bellatrix shook her head, her eyes wide. “Not at all, My Lord.” She covered quickly. “I only meant that-.”
“I know what you meant. Your loyalty pleases me. That is why you are here; to be rewarded.”
“Oh but, My Lord!” Rodolphus spoke up. “You have already rescued us from Azkaban there is no more you need to do.”
Voldemort smiled. “I am glad you feel that way, Rodolphus. In that case, you may leave.”
Casting a weary look at his wife, Rodolphus bowed shortly and backed out of the room.
Voldemort’s eyes leveled with Bellatrix. “You are not satisfied, Bellatrix, are you?”
Bella said nothing, her eyes cast down to the floor.
“There is something else you want, is there not?”
Again, Bella said nothing.
“You have always been an extraordinary witch, Bellatrix. There is no need to block your mind from me. For you shall tell me soon enough…”
Bella knew this was true, though she still said nothing.
“Bellatrix…” His voice was soft and closer and Bella knew that he had rose and was now walking toward her.
“I-I am pleased, My Lord…” She lied quickly.
“You know what I do to those who lie, Bellatrix. Now, tell me the truth.”
“The truth?”
He nodded shortly.
“You will kill me, My Lord.”
“Then perhaps I shall kill you now for even thinking it.” He mused. “Although it would be a pity to lose such an exceptional witch, and to never now what sinful thoughts she had been thinking…”
Bellatrix shook her head and he laughed, sitting back down again. “Honestly, Bella, I have never met a witch more difficult to break than yourself.”
“Perhaps that is why I lasted so long in Azkaban, My Lord.”
“Yes. Perhaps…” He echoed. “Tell me, Bella. What was it you missed most while in Azkaban?”
He was generally curious, she noted with a smile on her face. That meant that for now she held the power. “Well, My Lord, there were five things that I missed most.”
He nodded, and she took that as her signal to continue.
“Fifth, was running water.”
He smiled.
“Fourth, was food and drink. Not just any, but wine and chocolate. Some of the richer foods I so ardently craved for in my cell. Third, would be the exhilarating rush of a kill. Of a duel. The very climax where lives are on the line.”
“I have taught you well.” His smile was wide, like that of a proud father. “Second?”
Bella looked down. “Narcissa. As difficult as she is, she is my sister.”
To her surprise, he did not criticize this. “And what did you miss most?”
“You, My Lord.”

[wickedwitch]

Hi! First I want to say: welcome to the forum! :
And second: wow, great chapter! It's very promising, I can't wait to read more! I love your writing style. Is it really your first Bella/Voldie story? Wow! I hope you have time to update soon!

[xoxobellatrix]

Thanks, wickedwitch!!
Yes, this is a first. I actually have been role-playing for four years, though.
I started out with Pansy Parkinson, and though I still use her frequestly I also have a well-developed made-up that is Voldemort's wife. She's also Greyback's daughter, and HATES Bellatrix.
Kind of funny since I'm a 100% Bella/Voldy shipper!! ;D
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[shadow=red,left,300]Chapter 2:[/shadow]
“Me?” Voldemort echoed, his voice contemplative. It was a standard answer. Thirteen of his best, most loyal Death Eaters had been bailed out of Azkaban along with the Lestranges and all had given him the same answer. Then why, was it so odd coming from Bellatrix? She hardly relied on him, in fact, Bella was one of the few that could carry her own in a duel and could work her way out of any situation. Except Azkaban, he thought with a smile. “Why is that, Bellatrix?”
“That I cannot tell you, My Lord.”
“Why not?” He was getting annoyed. This game, this dancing back and forth was getting to be too much for him.
“I value my life. Now if there is nothing else you would like me for, My Lord I bid you good night.” She said, a smile on her face at having kept her own secret so well. She turned to go but stopped as Nagini, coils glistening a poisonous green in the moonlight appeared in her path, hissing.
“Oh no, Bellatrix. That is not all.”
She turned around slowly, all the while cursing herself for opening her mouth.
“Closer, Bellatrix.”
She looked down, so as to hide the sinister smile filling her face. As close as you’d like, My Lord. She thought, the smile locked on her lips. Nagini had reached the Dark Lord before Bella had and had now slithered up his leg and around his neck. She sat there; clearly content from where she was and watched Bellatrix with an expression that would have made grown men cower in fear. Not Bella. Voldemort stood and turned his eyes to Nagini. After a few moments, the serpent nodded its head and left the room. They had clearly been having a conversation of some sort but it was impossible to tell. Bella watched as she slithered from the room and then the door was shut, the crack of light from the hall gone. The only light in the room now came from the fire and the moonlight peeking through the curtains.
“Bella, Bella, Bella…” He murmured, his voice dry and soft. His hand patted hers as she stood before him in general confusion. “My bravest, my strongest, my most powerful…”
“You forgot loyalist…” She breathed, almost silently, but he heard her. His quiet laughter was so unlike his normal laugh: cold and merciless, Bella wondered where it came from.
He shook his head, as if they were sharing some sort of private joke. Though they were not. Bella had been one hundred percent serious and he knew it. He silently agreed. “Full-fledged loyalty that surpasses that of all my other Death Eaters combined. Do not think that I have not noticed this.”
“I-I…I was sure that you had…noticed, My Lord. But I…”
Voldemort cut her off with a wave of his hand. “For this, and many more reasons you shall be rewarded.”
Bella’s smile widened. She really had him in suspense here, and she knew it.
He pressed on. “Just speak the word, Bellatrix, and you’re greatest desires shall be fulfilled. That daft husband of yours was content with getting out of Azkaban, but I know you, Bella. I hope you are smarter than that. Take what you can get when you can get it. Favors from those in power are not opportunities that come by often. You must take them when you have the chance.” He laughed. “Rodolphus does not know that, does he?”
“I believe he has heard it, but he does not believe it. He is not out for what can benefit him. In actuality, he has no aspirations at all. All he wants is a comfortable life.” Bella was shocked. Perhaps she should not be saying this to their master? But no, he would know already anyway… wouldn’t he?
“None at all, Bellatrix?”
She shook her head.
“Has he ever?”
“No, My Lord. I believe he has not.”
“Not even when it came to marrying you?”
Now his questions were getting personal. Yes, personal. She smiled inwardly. Could that possibly involve? Into deep and intimate? Could their words evolve into actions? A tingling sent a shiver down Bella’s spine and through her nerves. She shook herself from her daydreams. “Oh…no, My Lord. Rodolphus married me because I was a pure-blood. My blood status and age matched his so we were married.”
“You had no say?”
“I readily agreed. I would never dream of marrying a blood-traitor, or a mudblood. Or even a half-blood.” She suddenly realized what she had said. “I-I beg your pardon, My Lord!!” For she was one of the few who knew. One of the few who was trusted with the secret that, although he fought for the purification of the blood of the wizarding race, Lord Voldemort’s own father had been a filthy muggle. In Bella’s opinion, he was not even fit to speak the name of the Dark Lord, let alone father him. Good thing the filthy leech had died.
He chuckled. “No, Bella. You were telling the truth and I am glad.”
Bella nodded then hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I was perfectly willing to sacrifice love for money, security and purity. Wouldn’t you?”
He blinked. “It is beyond my emotional capacity to love, Bellatrix.”
She sent him a questioning glace, a hopeful glance. “Hypothetically?”
“Hypothetically?” He echoed slowly, sinking back down into his chair.
She nodded.
Voldemort placed his head in his hands. “I don’t know…”
There was silence for a long time. The old Grandfather clock in the corner of the room ticked by slowly, loudly. The Dark Lord made no move to speak, and as it was apparent that Bellatrix had not been dismissed, she sat on the floor at his feet and did not make a sound for the longest time.

[toujours3pur]

Hello! It's nice to meet someone else that's new on this forum! I don't think it's ironic or funny at all that you're a Bella/Voldy shipper. You'll be surprised with how many people I've roleplayed and how I still come back as a Bella/Voldy shipper!

I read through your first chapter, and I LOVE IT! The second chapter is even more greater! I love the drama, drama is good! I always thought the same that would happen between Voldy and Bella of course, so I'm glad to finally see them especially in your story!

[xoxobellatrix]

ooc: Hey Kenz, Its Alli. Congrats on the first two chapters. Its really good. I'm very sad not to be your Voldemort like usual. But here I am; trying my hand at Rodolphus. Wish me luck XD
bic: Rodolphus sat outside the door of the Riddle House's den. It had been a stroke of brilliance to use this abandoned house as a sort of headquarters for a group that would do well not to meet in the public eye. Grudgingly, Rodolphus acknowledged that this idea had been the Dark Lord's. Of course. It was the Dark Lord who was brilliant; the Dark Lord who gave the orders; and the Dark Lord who sat in the room next door. The room where his wife was. Rodolphus reflexively clenched his fists at the thought of what everyone but Voldemort himself had realized. Bellatrix loved her master. It had been quite some time ago where Rodolphus saw that he was growing rather fond of Bella, and if Azkaban had taught him one thing it was that his wife was incredibly strong. Bellatrix was beautiful, skilled, and totally unavailable. Sure, they had slept together for many years; but it was more of a ritual, something done out of habit. Habits that kept the unwilling couple alive. Rodolphus did value his life, and it was for precisely this reason that he sat on the stairs, while his wife attempted to seduce the Dark Lord.
ooc: Note attempted.

[xoxobellatrix]

[glow=teal]Chapter Three-[/glow]
Voldemort felt a sudden upsurge of uncertainty. What the hell was he doing talking to this woman, a mere servant? As if she had something to offer him. He turned the dark abyss of his mind to a different subject. one on which he stood on as equal a footing as any other man, even one who believed in the power of love. "Have you..." he had been about to ask a pathetically mundane questing. Suddenly, the Dark Lord changed his mind "What was Azkaban like?" he asked mildly. He was merely curious as to what these people suffered for him.
Bella looked up at him, extremely shocked at the unpleasant twist that the conversation had taken. Her eyes examined him for a moment. Bellatrix had always been an accomplished ligilimens and occlumens, but the fact that she could not read the Dark Lord's thoughts had always frightened, yet mildly intrigued her. What was he looking for from her? She never knew. Perhaps that was why he was so terrifying...
When she finally spoke, her voice was dripping with pain at recalling these memories. "I-it was...worth it, My Lord. I knew you'd come." Her smile widened. "And when I saw my Mark return..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered that moment, the moment she had so long awaited. The moment where the tingling pain of her skin released her from the torturing hell she had so agonizingly experienced for the past fourteen years. Ah, the moment of triumph. That sweet sensation...
Voldemort had to suppress a sigh. How typical of a loyal Death Eater. Not a single independent thought in their simple minds. Oh well, some were born to rule, and others were not. It was a frustrating experience and Voldemort often found that what he truly needed was someone to argue with him. Someone who could take enough initiative to think on their feet. This was the reason for most of the imprisonments they suffered. In his warped mind Voldemort saw himself as some sort of a twisted savior, rewarding those who had endured things for him. The Dark Lord shook his head with mild contempt "No Bellatrix. I did not ask you if you deemed it a worthy cause. I asked you what it was like."
Bella stood up. She fixed him with a serious stare and for a moment, it was obvious that she would tell her tale with all the sanity she possessed and then some. As much as it would kill her, she would not under any circumstances change it, warp it to seem any more than it was. It was no noble act and nothing could ever make her go back there, not even what she wanted most in the world. Her hands shook and she crossed the over her chest to keep them steady as she spoke. Her voice was somewhat cruel. "Shall I walk you through a typical day in Azkaban then, My Lord?"
Voldemort was slightly surprised at the venom in her voice. It was very unlike her normal demeanor when around him. It nearly disarmed him for a moment until he was able to regain control of this impulse. He considered her rather sarcastic question for a moment. "Well, yes," he said, voice even "If you think you're up to it."
"Up to it?!" Her calm sanity had entirely evaporated, "Up to it?!" The room was filled with her cackling laughter. "Do I really have a say?" The question hung in the air for a moment, then finally died out with the last echoes of her wicked laughter. "Every morning I awoke screaming, as you may know, I shared a cell with a few others: Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty, and many of them awoke screaming as well. This would usually occur late in the morning. We received one meal a day. At twelve fifteen an Azkaban security Auror would open the door to our cell and leave our food. In Azkaban, normal clearance prisioners all received their food in a large common area guarded by dementors, but not us. We dined in our cells. Dementors, oddly enough, did not even seem to have the longing to come near us. Probably because our souls were so far gone. The only ones appetizing to them were the ones holding on to all happy memories, while the deep emotional death we were living through had begun before Azkaban. I guess that's why we were able to stay sane." Her she let out another peal of laughter, that almost entirely eliminated the meaning of her last sentence. "Then of course we knew you'd come back. After the first couple of years it became difficult for the rest, but not for me. Never for me." Her voice rose and it was clear that she was reaching the climax of her story and the emotion in her haunted features told it all. How could this man not see her love for him? Did it not scream from her mere being? "I remained devout in my loyalty to you!! Only when they felt the Mark burn last year did they know you were truly returning to your former glory!!" Tears now clouded her vision as she exclaimed passionately, "I could have done better, My Lord!! You would have returned fourteen years earlier!! Pettigrew did not deserve it!" She spat the name with a fierce hatred, fueled by her jealously. "He did not deserve to stay by you, kill for you, hunt for you!! He is not fit to speak your name!! Did he return for the same reasons that I tried to? Oh, no My Lord! He returned because his friends were dead, his life ended and he was scared. Had I not been in Azkaban, I would have killed the nasty vermin and he would not have had the joy of restoring you! It had probably seemed a chore to him, one that would place him in your good graces, yet it was a chore to him nonetheless. To me? It would have been a blessing." Her voice lowered to a whisper as she stared breathlessly at him. pulling herself back to the future. "...a blessing." She echoed, not sure if this was the answer he had been looking for. [/center]

[xoxobellatrix]

[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 4-[/glow]
Voldemort sat in silence for a moment. He thought that maybe her monologue should have arisen some sort of feelings in him. but the effect was not there. He gazed at Bellatrix almost lazily, taking in her visage. She looked as one would expect a saint to look after receiving a holy vision. Sweat covered her face and her eyes were red with the effort of not allowing the tears to spill. He looked at her long and hard for a moment. Still nothing. The Dark Lord found that he was at a loss for words. Nothing seemed approporate to say after a speech like that one. Many possibilities danced around his head but not one seemed adequate. It was possilble, he reflected, that she was having trouble explaing herself fully. The emotions, those flighty abstract nouns that everyone seemed to rely on so much, were clearly obstructing her train of thought. Again Voldemort paused. He felt as if he should be feeling /something/. She had sacrificed years off her life just for him and a vague idea that graditude should be expressed seemed about right. "Bellatrix..." Voldemort paused, feeling very much out of his area of expertise "I want you to know that I....well, we as a group thank you most sincerly for your sacrifice," it seemed that he was able to inject a touch of emotion here "If there is anything we can do, let me know. I mean this very sincerly." Voldemort had to supress a chuckle as the false statements came pouring out of his mouth.
Bella stared at him for a moment in disbelief. "Um...Thank you, My Lord."
Voldemort studied her for a moment. "You may go now," he said, with finality.

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The door clicked shut behind her and Bella turned to face the room, somewhat surprised at seeing Rodolphus on the stairs. She inclined her head civily to her husband as though they were mere acquaintances. "Rodolphus." She said, attempting to skirt past him and up the stairs.
Rodolphus looked up at the mention of his name. He gave her a weak smile, and blocked her attempts to walk upstairs. "Hey Bella," he said conversationally though the pain in his eyes betrayed him "I've missed you."
Bella froze and glanced down at him. "We've been sharing a cell for the past fourteen years Rodolphus, how could you possibly have missed me?"
Rodolphus shook his head ruefully "I mean more, you know...emotionally." He waited on tenderhooks for her answer, praying he could get through.
"Emotionally?" She echoed, her glance turning downward, away from his face. Her right foot still hovered hesitantly above the next step, but she decided against going upward and sat down beside him. "...How so?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. You don't have to love me like...like...him, but could we be friends or something? A dead-end marriage hasn't been a picnic so far."
She stared at him in disbelief. They had never spoken aloud about her love for the Dark Lord, and quite honestly she was never aware that he had known. Her stomach twisted. Emotional confrontations were not her favorite. She stood. "/Must/ we have this conversation?" Bella asked him, an involuntary shudder coursing through her.
Rodolphus wanted to grab her right there and make her listen. Of course, proper decorum was needed when dealing with things in a place where the walls had ears. "I think," he said firmly "that if we don't discuss it now then we never will."
"All right." Bella finally relented. "We can discuss this. But honestly Rodolphus, you've never.../cared/." Bella was trying her hardest to be as nice as possible, though the thought made her cringe right there. Nothing about their married life had ever been romantic. Why would it matter to him so much now? "You're just tired." She said, attempting to play it off as nothing. Maybe the infamous Azkaban delerium had actually gotten to him.
Rodolphus chuckled without humor "Damn straight I'm tired. Don't, however, blame this on my /exaustion/. I never said anything before mainly because I valued my life. Ever since childhood I was taught to be a good little pureblood boy, if I wanted a productive and long life. And you know what? Azkaban gave me something: a complete disregard for my own life," Rodolphus, it became apprent, was suffering from slight post-tramitic stress. "So I'm ready to talk about it. Now."
"What is there to talk about? We married because your family is one of the few that is pure-blood and my family is not feuding with and/or did not already marry into. Of course age played a small part but you have known that it was nothing meaningful. We married so we would not get murdered by the Dark Lord and abandoned by our families. I have never felt anything for you other than a slight sense of companionship and neither have you so why are things changing now?"
Rodolphus seemed to be having trouble expressing how he felt. He spoke in a mild tone, as if not quite realizing that he was saying it "Just once, I'd really like to be /happy/..." He gazed off into the distance, as if concentrating on something not visible to others.
"I'm going to need more than that to work with, Rodolphus. I honestly don't know what you're asking of me."
The ragged man laughed quitely. "I'm not quite sure what I'm asking either. I think this helped. I'd just like to talk to you once in a while and stuff. I'd like to know the woman in my bed," he looked hopelessly up at her.
"Happiness... Well, for starters you're out of Azkaban, what more could a man want, eh?" She was joking but a thought suddenly came to her and she wondered if this was what he had been asking. She paused for a moment, a look of shock on her face. "...Rod?"
Rodolphus turned to face her again, his expression rather bitter. "What?" he asked her weakly, responding only because she had used his nickname.
"You're not asking for...for..." She could barely spit it out. Now this was something she'd rather brave Azkaban than say. She felt as if she were drowning in a deep well of embarrassment.
Her husband sighed, slightly expasarated "I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is that I'm asking for?"
"A-A.../child/?" The very thought terrified her and she could barely look at him after she'd said it.
Rodolphus stared at her for a moment, then hung his head. "No, Bellatrix," he said, going back to her formal name "I'm not."
Bella let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you!" She exclaimed, hoping she would be able to look at him again after this embarrasment. "I have always felt that we've had a friendship and emotionally there is not much more that I can do." She looked away. This was getting impossible to explain. "I want to love you. Badly. I always have." She gave him a small smile. "And even more so after Azkaban. Perhaps, that is the key to your survival. To not be loved by me. I am too much a traget, and then you will never be harmed. But know that I do love you as my dearest friend. This is all I can offer."
Rodolphus smiled warmly at her. "All I wanted," he said "Happiness'll wait I'm sure." He paused, before adding another thought "And good luck, with the Dark Lord. You'll need all of it."
Bella didn't know what to say. "Thanks, Rod." She said.
And she pressed her lips to his in a meaningful way for the first time in years.

[xoxobellatrix]

((Okay, well we're stopping there for tonight. I hope you guys enjoyed it =] ))

[wickedwitch]

Wow, it's wonderful!!! I really enjoy reading it, you write in such a wonderful way! It's the first time I actually read something detailed about 'Rod', he's always just kinda left out, and I love how you describe her conversation with him about the Dark Lord. Wow, I love this! Please continue the story soon!!!
O, and I love the pic in your signature!!!

[xoxobellatrix]

[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 5-[/glow]
About five months later...

Voldemort paced the room, his long robe flowing as his strides became more frenzied. The room in which he walked was long and dark, suited to the mood of anticipation felt by all those gathered in the space. He turn abruptly to the pale blonde man sitting in the center of the group. "Lucius?" The pale man nodded, receptive. "You know what is required of you. Get the prophecy and," his voice became cold "Let us not botch this job like a certain incident three years ago?" Lucius shuddered at the memory of the failed attempt to revive Tom Riddle. He would not forget the punishment anytime soon. "Y-yes My Lord," Lucius nearly whispered.
Bella watched in anger. Did he not trust her? Fourteen years in Azkaban and he trusts this job to /Lucius/? Ah well, she would be back in comand soon enough.
...But what HAD happened years ago? Bella had not been around. No she had been rotting in Azkaban for him.
Quite obviously she was still a bit touchy about this.
Voldemort seemed lost in thought for a moment, and then he looked up at Lucius as if determining his usefulness. He waved a hand dismissively. "You may go.../except/ ....Bellatrix? May I speak to you for a moment?" It was not a question.
"Yes, My Lord." She said, casting a weary glance in the direction of Rodolphus.
"I want you to keep an eye on things. Lucius has been known for his unreliability. I'm entrusting you with this endeavor. If you do not suceed, our cause will most likely fail."
"I will do my best, My Lord."
"Bellatrix..." he muttered. "My /most/ faithful..." Voldemort looked at her, confused. A sudden upsurging of tenderness overwhelmed and terrified him. "You'll....you'll be careful; won't you?" He was unsure why, but suddenly he cared about her fate.
Bella paused. What was with the sudden outpouring of emotion? Wasn't he supposed to be emotionless? No matter..."The prophecy will return to you unharmed, My Lord. And Potter...well, he is alone, My Lord?" She would have hated to admit it, but she was somewhat antsy about the Order of the Pheonix being there.
"I cannot imagine a person better suited to carrying out this job, Bellatrix. You may go."
"Thank-you My Lord," and she backed out of the room quietly, leaving Voldemort alone with his thoughts.

[wickedwitch]

That was really soon
The new chapter is great! And I sense a bit of... tragedy coming next. I mean, we all know what happened at the Ministery...

[toujours3pur]

Ooh's and awh's! I love the work!
Keep writing! It's very dramatic! And I love it!

[thedarkmark]

Here I am. Alli, your loyal Voldemort and Roddy since chapter 3. *bows*
Just kidding. Glad to be here.

[toujours3pur]

Awesome, and welcome to the forum!

I love Duos!

[xoxobellatrix]

Thanks guys!!
Next chapter currently in the works.