Tainted Love

Tainted Love, a Bellamort fanfic by Lexa.

Character names are property of Jo Rowling.

No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter I

Bellatrix paced the circular chamber, muttering nonsense to herself. Her tangled hair drifted about her shoulders, obscuring her face from Rodolphus.

“Bella darling, you’ve been walking in a circle for half an hour! We have a meeting to get to. The Dark Lord will punish us if we are late!”

Bella stopped abruptly and turned to face Rodolphus,

“I’m not a fool, Roddy! I know we have to go! I’m thinking…”

“About what, my dearest?”

“Nothing…nothing at all…”

Bellatrix’s icy response contrasted drastically with Rodolphus’s warm, friendly question. She rolled her eyes and swept out of their chambers, her ragged black skirt swishing around her legs. Rodolphus was left sitting on the padded windowsill, head cocked slightly, staring in wonder after the woman who did not return his admiration. Slowly, he raised himself and crossed the richly decorated room. He pushed the heavy wooden door open, and strode down the chilly corridor to the meeting room.

Lord Voldemort was seated on a carved marble stone, raised slightly above the plain wooden chairs that held the other Death eaters. Rodolphus scanned the room quickly and took in the arrangement of his colleagues. Snape, as usual, filled the coveted seat to the Dark Lord’s right. Bella sat to the left of Lord Voldemort, followed by Lucius Malfoy and Fenrir Greyback. Rodolphus sighed and walked quickly to his seat, halfway between the Dark Lord and Wormtail.

Voldemort cleared his throat ever so softly, and immediately the hall fell silent. The Death eaters turned their attention wholly towards their leader.

“Now, my friends and followers, as you’ve all heard, Potter and his little friends are on the move. After various failed attempts to stop him…” Greyback and Lucius cringed, “…I have finally come to a conclusion. To stop the best of Dumbledore’s Army, we must send the best of my army.”

At this, every heart in the room started racing. Each Death eater wanted desperately the chance to prove themselves to the Dark Lord. Some more than others, certainly, but the raw hope in the faces of those seated around the table was clear. Voldemort smiled gently to himself, they were so very easy to manipulate.

“By this I mean Severus,” he inclined his head towards Snape, “and Bella…” he looked to his left, “Severus has informed me that Potter will be heading South this week, toward Canterbury. I want you two to be waiting for him there. Capture them and bring them here.” he paused thoughtfully, “Will you be needing any assistance?”

Bellatrix’s eyes shone with pride. This was what she lived for, being chosen as the best in her Lord’s army, and being sent on a mission that was obviously so important to him.

“No my Lord! I don’t need any help, I can capture them and bring them to you alone!” she cried.

Voldemort chuckled and turned to Snape,

“And yourself?”

“Thank you my Lord. I believe some assistance may be useful if we are to complete this mission properly. Formidable witch as I’m sure you are, Bella, I would prefer to outnumber Potter and his friends.”

Snape replied in his hard voice. Bella’s eyes narrowed. Veiled though the mockery was, she was no fool to Snape’s scorn.

“As you wish, Severus, I’m sure some of us need more help than others,” she snarled in return before turning her worshipful gaze back to the Dark Lord,

“My Lord, let me take them on! I want to kill the boy!” Bellatrix hissed, her voice almost breaking with emotion.

“Why, Bellatrix! I must be the one to kill Potter, you know that!” Voldemort answered her, his tone ever so slightly mocking.

Bella nodded quickly and withdrew into herself. Snape raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Rodolphus, who shrugged his shoulders.

“Then I suppose this meeting is finished. You are all dismissed!” ordered Voldemort. He stood, causing a commotion around the table as the Death eaters rose with him. The Dark Lord turned glided through the archway behind him, towards his chambers. As the Death eaters watched him leave, Lucius Malfoy broke the silence,

“Well I guess it’s clear who the Dark Lord prefers! Are you two proud?” he asked bitterly. Narcissa came up behind him and folded his hand in hers.

Bella flashed a grin at her brother-in-law,

“Why, Lucius! The Dark Lord has always made his preference clear! Those who have served him most faithfully will always be rewarded in the highest way,” she laughed vivaciously.

Lucius looked murderous.

“Come Lucius, Draco will be arriving from Hogwarts soon, we should greet him,” Narcissa whispered gently, tugging at his hand. Lucius shot a poisonous glare at Bella and turned to follow his wife out the door.

All the lesser Death eaters had already left the room, leaving Bellatrix, Snape, Rodolphus, and Yaxley standing together in a corner.

“Well, Rodolphus, Yaxley, you will accompany Bella and me to Canterbury?” Snape enquired formally.

“Of course, Severus, I have to keep an eye on my wife, after all,” Rodolphus chuckled good-naturedly, throwing his arm around Bellatrix, who looked even deadlier than Lucius had. Yaxley simply nodded his affirmation.

“We should pack. The Dark Lord will expect us to beat the children there, and be waiting for them,” Bellatrix ordered haughtily, ducking out from under Rodolphus’s arm, “We meet in the Common Room in 1 hour. I will not tolerate lateness,”

She swept out of the room with the poise of a queen, leaving the three men staring after her.

“Her highness has spoken,” said Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “Make it two hours, she can’t leave without me,” he smirked and left the room.

Rodolphus shrugged at Yaxley and they exited together.

Chapter II

The mission had gone wrong. All hell had broken loose and the Ministry was tracking the Deatheaters.

Once again, the Death eaters had gathered in the meeting hall, yet this time, the mood was sombre, and apprehensive. All around the table, men and women sat with their heads bowed, fiddling with bits of thread and fabric in their laps. Not looking at the pale figure seated at the head of the table.

“So…” Lord Voldemort began, “It happens, yet again…my Death eaters have failed me. Again.”

He read the expressions of those around the table. Snape was staring straight ahead. Bella was huddled against her chair, tears welling in her eyes. Lucius appeared to be smirking.

“My Lord-“ Bellatrix began, her voice pleading.

“NO!” he shrieked, “Apologies do not solve anything, have never solved anything! And they never will! You have disappointed me, all of you! Yaxley, Rodolphus, I never expected much of you anyways,” Voldemort’s eyes were stony, like rubies.

Yaxley and Rodolphus exchanged a glance, they had been pardoned. Insulted, yet pardoned. Voldemort turned to his right, looking at Snape,

“Severus…I trusted you…I see that trust is for fools, and that is the downfall of the great. I think…I was mistaken. You are not a leader. You never have been.”

“I apologize, my Lord. The Order did not inform me that they would have an escort,” Snape’s voice was hard.

“It is your job to find out!” hissed Lord Voldemort.

Silence followed. Minutes passed. The only sound in the drafty chamber was air. Wind, and breath. Finally, Bella broke the silence. She sobbed, burying her face in her hands, she tried to muffle her tears. Voldemort turned slowly towards her, his face almost quizzical.

“And what of you, Bellatrix…?” she shuddered at her name, “Such…power…so much possibility…gone.”

She raised her tear streaked face.

“My Lord-“

“Enough! All this grovelling, begging! You think you are a loyal servant?!”

“Yes my Lord, always!” Bella cried,

“No! A loyal servant would not fail me in this way! Perhaps, you are growing more like your family? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all. Will you join your niece, Nymphadora? Or your sister, Andromeda? Perhaps…your cousin…Sirius…”

The Death eaters were silent. They had never seen his rage this powerful. They were frightened. Bella sobbed harder,

“My Lord, I tried! I tried to capture them! It was their escort!” Bella cried, her face pleading, her voice desolate.

There was a pause, as the room waited for Voldemort’s response.

He laughed, a terrible, cold chuckle that echoed around the stony room. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes as she heard Lucius join, his laugh mocking her even more. Gradually, the room filled with soft laughter, the worst kind. Only Snape and Rodolphus remained silent, watching her. After a moment, Lucius’s booming laughter overpowered the soft titters of the other Death eaters. Bellatrix glared at him.

She stood, drawing her wand and pointing it at him, her stance that of an experienced duellist.

“Enough!” she shrieked, trembling, “At least I came back alive! It’s more than most of you could have done! And yet you laugh, all of you! Would that the roles were reversed and you stood here, fighting for your dignity!”

Her hand was shaking, her eyes crazed.

“But, there is a reason that I will always sit near the head of the table! Closer than any of you!” she glanced towards Voldemort, who was sitting silently, watching her, amused. She inhaled deeply.

“It’s because loyalty breeds power. And love breeds loyalty!” she whispered quietly.

You could have heard a pin drop in the room. The silence was deeper than any before. Once again, it was broken by laughter. Cold, high, and cruel. Voldemort’s laughter cut Bella’s heart like Basilisk’s fang. Snape rolled his eyes and chuckled, smothering his laughter in his long black sleeves. Lucius didn’t bother to hide his laughter. Rodolphus looked down, his face crimson with humiliation.

Bellatrix looked around, her face crazed with pain and sorrow. She knocked over her chair and fled from the chamber, her hair flying out behind her, tears glistening on her face.

“Rodolphus, you should attend to your wife…” the Dark Lord’s voice carried his tone of mockery over the table.

Rodolphus nodded, stood quietly, and walked out the door, his head held high, but his heart sinking low.

Chapter III

Rodolphus gently pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. He peered in cautiously, only to duck back out, dodging a hex from within the room. He cast a quick Shield and entered the room, to be greeted with a sorrowful sight: his usually proud wife lay, crumpled by the window. Her wand lay on the floor beside her, looking alone and powerless. Her tangled hair fell over her face and down her back, shielding her from the world. Her body shook with silent tears.

“Bella-“

Rodolphus started, stepping towards her, hand outstretched. A ragged breath tore from Bellatrix’s defeated form. She raised her head and looked at him, her tearstained face expressionless. It was as though a Dementor had sucked out her soul, leaving only an empty husk behind. Rodolphus felt the same way. His wife, whom he loved, had just confessed her love for another man, in front of him, no less! He sighed, his shoulders slumped. They were two defeated people.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he whispered softly, “Come on, Bella,” his rich voice caressed her name, yet she shied away.

“Do it myself,” she whispered back, lifting herself off the floor and stumbling into the bed. Bella huddled under the covers and slept, seemingly dead.

Rodolphus collapsed in the armchair beside the fireplace, lost in thought, perhaps, when she feels better, she won’t love him anymore…perhaps, things will go back to normal…No. Not normal. Normal was loving him. His thoughts tormented him, perhaps, if I care for her…she might love… he scarcely dared to think it, me…? He shook his head, ashamed of himself, I’m like a schoolboy. Hoping for the affection of the most popular girl in school.


He roused himself and looked to his sleeping wife. Waving his wand, he moved the bed over and created another single bed beside it. She needs some time alone. He changed his robes and climbed into bed.

To sleep, perchance to dream, perhaps to love.

Chapter IV

A week later

“Bella, I know you’re hurt, but sulking isn’t helping anything!”

Rodolphus sat on the bed beside Bellatrix. Her glassy eyes stared unseeingly towards the wall.

“You have to get up!” he cried, “I’ve been caring for you for a week, this has to stop. Aren’t wives supposed to take care of their husbands?”

Rodolphus looked out the window at the half-moon. He sighed and kissed Bella on the cheek.

“I know you’re hurt, but remember that I love you, and I hope you’ll be better tomorrow…”

He stood and left the room. Bella watched him go, smiling to herself.

“Tomorrow…” she whispered before drifting into sleep.

The next day, Bellatrix woke with the sun. She dressed, pulled her hair into some semblance of order, and walked into the eating room that she shared with Rodolphus. She sat down at the table and waved her wand, causing a tray with two goblets and a dish of food to appear. Bella filled each goblet with red wine, and into one, she poured a stream of clear liquid from a vial around her neck. A drop of the liquid splashed onto her dress, searing the fabric and leaving a tiny, smoldering hole.

Smiling softly to herself, she levitated the tray and walked back into the bedchamber.

“Rodolphus? Darling? I’m awake, I feel much better!” she said animatedly, greeting her husband.

“Bella…?” Rodolphus looked confused, “Are you sure? It’s been an entire week!” he sounded annoyed.

“Yes, I feel, I feel alive again,” she smiled, setting the tray down on the table beside him.

“You just, woke up today feeling good as new?” Rodolphus clarified angrily, his voice rising.

Bellatrix knelt beside his bed, resting her hands on the edge,

“Yes! I felt fine the entire week, I just…needed some time to recover,” she batted her lashes.

Rodolphus sat up, and slapped her.

“You bitch! You tell the world that you love another man, and then take advantage of me? Merlin’s beard, you bitch!”

His face was red with anger.

Bellatrix picked herself up off the floor and brushed off her skirts. A red mark stood out on her pale cheek. She picked up the two glass goblets, and held one out to Rodolphus.

“Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, here,” Rodolphus took the glass, “A toast, to your health, husband dear,”

If Rodolphus had been wiser, he would have seen the cold, calculating look in Bella’s black eyes, or heard the irony in her sensual voice. But no, he lifted the goblet to his lips, and drained the wine. Bella drank her wine and sat down upon the bed, dragging him down towards her. He sprawled across the bed, head in her lap.

“I’m glad you’re better,” he whispered, gazing up at her.

“A life for a life,” replied Bella, smiling,

“What?”

“Nothing…”

Within minutes, Rodolphus started coughing. His face paled and his eyelids started fluttering.

“Bella, something-“

“Shhh, darling, don’t speak,”

Bella lowered her head and kissed him softly on the lips. She felt the sting of the poison on her lips and smiled.

Chapter V

Bellatrix stared at the body in her lap. Her loving husband was no more. His eyes were glazed and his lips were gently parted in death. He looked peaceful, happy almost. Bella looked happier. After a moment’s hesitation, she eased out from under the body and drew her wand,

“Align Circulus!” she breathed, drawing a complicated pattern in the air.

Rodolphus’s body shuddered and shrank, bending and turning until an innocent silver band lay on the bedspread, shining in the morning light. Bella picked up the ring and crossed the room to her dresser. She threaded the ring onto a leather thong and removed her wedding ring from her right hand, adding it to the cord. Then, she tied it carefully around her neck and returned to the eating area, her face calm.

A pile of plants and various other magical ingredients were heaped upon the roughly hewn stone table, along with vials and pots of strangely coloured liquids. A tiny black snake slithered out of a basket and off the table, disappearing into a crack in the wall.

Bella pushed her sleeves back and opened the book titled “Potiones Moste Darke” and flipped to a page near the back.

“Frozen Ashwinder eggs, shredded unicorn hair, crushed Elder leaves picked at midnight…” she read aloud from the book, tossing ingredients into a large cauldron as she did so. An hour later, the brew was a deep red colour, its surface shimmering slightly, loops of steam wafting up from it. Bella consulted the book again. She covered the cauldron with a sheer white cloth and set it in the corner to stew overnight.

She walked back into the bedroom and sat down at the vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Over the past week, her normally tangled hair and almost formed long black dreadlocks that hung stiffly around her face. Bella sighed. Normally she didn’t care much, but now it was different. She smirked at the irony, now that her husband was dead, she could start paying attention to how she looked.

An hour later her hair was smoothed and tangle-free, floating almost delicately around her like a halo. Once again, the irony struck Bellatrix, a halo? Only angels had halos, and she was no angel.

Chapter VI

In the morning, Bellatrix dressed quickly and hurried out to check on her potion. The surface was a delicate mother-of-pearl white with a silver sheen, and spirals of glistening smoke curled from the self-heating brew. Tying her hair back with a green ribbon, Bella bent her head and inhaled the intoxicating scent of blood, earth, smoke and pomegranate. She carefully poured some of the potion into a delicate silver flask and fastened it to her belt with a black leather cord. She then crossed the room and opened an ancient looking chest filled with strange magical artefacts. Nibbling on her pinky nail absentmindedly, she selected an ornately carved black flask and a gold and blue tin from the top shelf. Bella re-entered her bedchamber and grabbed a locket and a ring from her dresser. After filling the airtight locket with Draught of Living Death, she used a quick bit of magic to imbue the crystal ring with Felix Felicis and slipped it onto her finger.

After a full day of self-improvement, Bella was feeling satisfied and proud of herself. Her pale skin almost glowed from within, not a single dark spot marred her perfection. Her hair was hanging tamely about her face, each curl individually glossed and arranged. In her tight fitting black dress and corset, with a smear of bloodred lipstick, Bellatrix looked as she did when she first joined Voldemort as a confident 16 year old. As she settled down on her bed, a rare smile graced her pretty face.

Chapter VII

Bellatrix had been absent from Lord Voldemort’s plans for too long. A day was too long for her, let alone a week! Looking as lovely as the day before, Bellatrix exited her chambers for the first time in more than a week. With a purposeful stride she crossed the Grand Hall, ignoring the stares and hushed whispers of the minor Death eaters. She flung open the double doors to the meeting room and paused, seeing her Lord sitting at the table with Snape, obviously discussing their next plan. Steeling herself for the minor humiliation, she crossed the room and knelt before the Dark Lord, her back to Snape.

“My Lord, I come with good and bad news. Firstly, I beg your forgiveness for my…outburst…a week past. I knew not what I was speaking of. I yearn to re-join you and purify our world.”

Lord Voldemort stared at her, his face unreadable,

“Secondly, my Lord, I bring news of my husband, Rodolphus. He pitched himself off our balcony on the evening of my…announcement. I just found his body yesterday, and transfigured it into this ring,” she gestured at her necklace, “So that I may keep him close,”

Bellatrix ended her speech, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed. She kept her head lowered, waiting for Voldemort’s command.

“Well Bella, it pleases me to know that you have regained your senses. You have always been a faithful servant, and as you so eloquently put it, loyalty breeds power. You are welcome back to us. I’m sorry to hear about Rodolphus, another pureblood lost to us, but he was never a particularly powerful wizard anyways…” he replied, a slight smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Yes my Lord, I mourn the loss of my pureblood husband, not a powerful wizard. There is only one wizard powerful enough for me to mourn the loss of,”

Snape raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He thought about how he had been walking underneath Bella’s chambers 3 days ago and had seen nothing.

“My Lord…” Bella enquired hopefully, “Is there anything you require of me now?”

“Yes Bella, I need you to run along and fetch Lucius, I have a job for him,” Voldemort’s voice was amused, as though he enjoyed giving her mere errands to run, “And since you’ve been such a good little housewitch lately, tidying up bodies and making yourself presentable,” Bellatrix flushed, “Why don’t you get a glass of wine for Severus?”

Snape inclined his head to Voldemort,

“Thank you my Lord. Bella, bring one for our Lord as well,”

Bellatrix snapped her head around to face Snape and hissed at him softly,

“Of course, Severus,”

She rose and bowed to Voldemort before turning and walking out of the room, her back straight.

Chapter VIII

Lucius and Bellatrix entered the room together yet apart. Lucius’s chest was puffed out and he was swinging his cane happily. He was obviously gloating over Bella’s fall from favour. Bella walked a little bit behind him, carrying a tray with two black goblets filled with red wine. She paused outside the door and waited for the curls of steam to dissipate from one goblet, then entered the hall. She set the tray down on the table, bowed to Voldemort, and left the room, shutting the door gently behind her. She started counting. After making sure the coast was clear, she ran back to her bedroom and refilled her silver flask of Ammortentia. Sitting down on the windowsill, she said the numbers aloud to herself. On the 100th second, she drew a tiny knife and carved a small X over the skull of her Dark Mark. Waiting another thirty seconds, she rose and prepared for her Lord.

He was right on time. Exactly 130 seconds after she had left, Voldemort burst into her chambers, his eyes smoldering. Bella lowered her head and knelt before him, breathing heavily in her hopeful state. Just as she had hoped, Voldemort crossed the room, lifted her up, and kissed her roughly on the lips.

“My Lord…!”

Bella stuttered charmingly, though of course it was completely rehearsed, her plan having worked perfectly.

“My love…” Voldemort said stupidly.

“My lunch!” added Lucius, glimpsing the scene through the open door and rushing to find a bathroom.

Chapter IX

Bella was looking better than she ever had. Her plan had worked perfectly, and now the Dark Lord Voldemort loved HER! This would show Snape who the best Deatheater was. Now she was the undisputed Dark Lady to their Dark Lord.

And emergency meeting of the Death eaters was called that night. Snape, looking suitably stoic, was seated to the left of the Dark Lord, while Bella held her rightful spot at his right.

“My friends and followers, it is my pleasure to welcome back Bellatrix Lestrange after her weeklong absence. Furthermore, I welcome her back, not as a follower, but as an equal. I have finally found what was sitting right in front of me this whole time. Bellatrix and I are to be married tomorrow, and from now on you will answer to both of us.”

Voldemort said, casting a fond eye over his fiancée.

Bella smiled triumphantly at the other Death eaters as she caressed the Dark Lord’s shoulder.

Rabastan, at the lower end of the table, frowned at his sister-in-law. He looked at Snape and their eyes met. They exchanged meaningful glance and a quick nod of the head told Rabastan to wait for Snape after the meeting. They didn’t have long to wait, as Voldemort dismissed them immediately.

“Severus,”

“Rabastan,”

“Do you believe him?”

“I believe him. Not her. That ambitious woman would do anything to get what she wants,”

“Well then what did she do to get this?”

“She killed your brother, for one thing,”

“Rodolphus? I thought he jumped…?”

“Don’t be a fool, man, she killed him so that she was free!”

“How dare she…I must avenge my brother!” Rabastan drew his wand and turned towards Voldemort and Bellatrix. Snape grabbed his arm and put his face near Rabastan’s.

“Don’t be stupid, Rabastan. Bide your time and think about if first. She’s obviously using Ammortentia, I can smell it in that flask of hers. Wait until you have proof, and wait until she will fall the furthest. Then strike.” Snape drew back, nodded curtly, turned and walked away with a swirl of black robes.

Rabastan stood alone, staring at his Lord and his sister-in-law.

Chapter X (5 years later)

Everyone has gotten used to Voldemort and Bellatrix. Even Snape, Lucius, and Rabastan don’t think about it anymore. They all think it quite normal to see Bella, Voldemort, and their two children walking in the forest at night, Versilius, the five year old son, running ahead to explore, and Bellarosa, the 3 year old daughter, sticking close to her mother’s skirts. Everyone is perfectly used to seeing the family retire to Voldemort’s chambers at night for a private supper that no one has ever seen. No one except for Rabastan. Every night he watches through a crack. He sees the white drink that Bellatrix gives to Voldemort, and how he always tells her that it smells like death and power, whatever that means.

He is positive that she is drugging him with Amortentia, that she has been doing so for 5 years, and that he has no idea what is happening. He spends the night thinking and planning his revenge. How he will replace Bella’s drug supply with a placebo and bide his time. How he will tell Voldemort about what she has been doing to him, how he will be grateful and furious. Rabastan dreams about the day that Voldemort sees Bella through his undrugged eyes, and decided what to do.

Chapter XI

Rabastan rose from his bed at midnight and padded softly down the corridor carrying a black leather bag. He slipped into Voldemort’s personal eating area and cast a quick spell to alert him to the presence of intruders. Circling the room slowly, he searched for the tell-tale scent that would lead him to the potion. Sniffing gently, Rabastan walked silently towards an ornate jug in plain sight on the oak table. He lifted the lid and inhaled deeply, picking up hints of cranberry and burning wood. He smiled to himself and opened up the satchel, lifting out a glass flask of milky white liquid. Opening the lid, he recognized the cold smell of death. Harmless though it was, he shivered as he poured it into the jug of Amortentia, effectively removing its powers while leaving the milky sheen and smell that made it such a distinctive brew.

Rabastan hurried out of the room and down the corridor, rushing so as not to be caught in the Dark Lord’s private chambers. With a soft click, the door closed behind him and Rabastan was safe, striding back to his tiny room, filled with a blazing pride in his actions. It would only be days now, before the Dark Lord regained his senses and punished Bellatrix accordingly. Then, Rabastan thought, is when I will approach the Dark Lord about what I did. He will reward me above all the others. They will see what I’ve done for all of them and they will honour me forever.

His eyes almost glowed in the darkness as he stowed his bag in the wardrobe and lay down to sleep. To sleep and wait.

Chapter XII

Voldemort paced the floor of his chambers, his brow furrowed. His wife sat on a red velvet sofa, trying to teach Versilius how to hold his new wand properly. He stopped and stared at her for a moment, she was oblivious to his attention. She was very beautiful, despite her years. She showed a strange tenderness as she positioned Lius’s small hand around the hilt of his dark wand. Voldemort couldn’t understand what was wrong. He had lived with her for 5 years and had been madly in love with her for…he couldn’t even remember. A fuzzy thought floated through his mind, you’ve loved her for exactly 5 years. You were married in the same week you fell in love… Voldemort frowned and shook his head, walking over the help Lius practise his wand movements.

“Oh my Lord and Master, is something wrong?” Bella said playfully as he fixed Lius’s positioning.

“I was thinking about our wedding…” Voldemort said, not looking at her.

“Our wedding? Why?” Bella asked, her face open,

“We were married the day after I proposed, correct?” Voldemort sounded troubled.

“Yes, that’s right, you wouldn’t even wait a month!” Bella giggled, grabbing his hand and kissing it softly, placing her hand under his elbow. Voldemort pulled away quickly, dropping Lius’s wand on the stone floor. Bella stood, confused,

“My Lord?”

“It’s nothing…I need to talk to call a meeting…stay here.”

Voldemort said angrily as he turned for the door,

“Goodbye!” Bella called desperately after him, but the door had already swung shut.

She took Lius’s hand and ran into his bedroom, sitting him down on a bed with his sister.

“You two stay in here until father or I call you, I’ll be back shortly.”

Bellarosa pouted, her black curls brushing her shoulders as she shook her head,

“Where you go?” She asked, her baby face puckering.

“Father called a meeting, he’ll need me there,” Bella said

“But he told you to stay here!” Lius said, confused

Bellarosa slipped off the loveseat and ran to clutch Bella’s skirts,

“Mother don’t go!” she cried. Bella tried without success to push her daughter away,

“Lius! Get her off!”

“Yes mother,” Versilius’s dark eyes held fear as he yanked his younger sister away from his mother, “Shall we wait until you return?”

“Yes, or if you hear father or I calling you.”

“What if you don’t call or come back?”

“Then come and find me!” snapped Bellatrix, her eyes held some of their former madness as she turned from her children and strode out the door, slamming it in her haste to find her husband.

Bellarosa sat down on the floor and began to cry,

“What happen to mother?” she asked her older brother,

“Shut up Rosa, we’ll go find her in 10 minutes, I promise,”

Lius said, his five year old mind just clever enough to see that something was wrong,

“She’s just gone to get something from father, she’ll be back in a couple minutes…”

He said before he sank to the ground, clutching his sister as he cried too.

Chapter XIII

Bellatrix grabbed her wand and the flask of shimmery potion that she kept behind the jug on the counter. Her thoughts tumbled furiously in her mind, what was happening? Where had he gone? What was he doing? Why had he ordered her to stay here? Angry tears welled in her eyes, something was wrong, but she had no idea what. She flew out the door and almost ran down the pathway to the meeting hall, her hair tangling and whipping her face in the wind. As she reached the large doors she slowed and caught her break, brushing her locks back before she threw open the doors and entered the hall. She started towards the right side of the table when she stopped in her tracks, taking in the layout of the table. Severus was still at the left side of her Lord, but in her place was…Rabastan? Her brother-in-law…? There was no empty chair at the table for her. That’s fine…he didn’t expect me, that’s why there’s no chair, Bella thought desperately as she walked towards Voldemort.

“My Lord,” she said, sinking into a shallow bow, “I brought you a drink,” she held out the flask hopefully, “But why is my dear brother sitting in my place?”

Voldemort’s eyes burned red in the dimly lit room, staring at the flask, his slender hand clenched around the hilt of his wand.

“Put that down. Your brother is here because he has done me a great favour very recently. One that is greater than all that you have ever done, and also one that brings one of your mistakes to light.”

Bellatrix’s eyes widened minutely and she looked slightly frenzied as she set the flask down on the table.

“Then he does great honour to my old family. I am honoured to be his sister.” She said carefully, avoiding the matter of her “mistake”.

Voldemort almost laughed, but instead he stood and stared deep into her eyes,

“Did you honestly think you could get away with it forever? I have been poisoned before, and I have drunk unicorn’s blood to keep me at the brink of death, but no one has ever tried to give me Amortentia, let alone succeeded…”

He trailed off, his eyes like flames in an empty skull.

Bella gasped and reached towards him, her face pleading, she sensed her world crashing down around her.

“My Lord! I never- All lies! I live only to please you!” her voice broke as she watched him raise his wand.

“Master!” she screamed as he screamed the spell, a flash of light illuminating the dark room.

Chapter XIV

Voldemort sank into his chair, breathing heavily. He stared at the body on the floor, the eyes wide, hand outstretched. He put his head in his hands, hissing slightly with anger.

“My Lord…” Rabastan whispered, his voice urgent.

Voldemort raised his head and stared at the sliver of light coming from slightly open doors. A small figure peered out from the door, searching the room. Suddenly the child saw Bella’s body and ran to it, a cry escaping from her small mouth,

“Mother!”

Voldemort snarled and stood, his wand pointed towards the girl collapsed beside her mother’s dead body.

“Father?”

The girl asked, her huge black eyes staring at him innocently. Her high cheekbones and black curls were reflected in the woman lying on the floor, something that Voldemort did not fail to notice.

From the door ran Versilius, his small feet pounding on the floor as he ran to his sister and mother. He understood what was wrong with Bella at once, and shock spread across his face. He turned to his father, anger in his eyes, raising his tiny black wand in his pale fist.

“You killed her! You killed mother! I’ll kill you!” he cried, his voice quavering.

Voldemort laughed just as he had laughed at Bella and addressed his tiny son,

“You, my son, are the Devil’s spawn, and not even I could make anything from you now. I’ve killed your mother and I will kill you, and your sister…”

He said evenly, turning his wand on Bellarosa, who sat beside Bellatrix’s hand, tears spilling down her face. Voldemort began the fatal incantation,

“No!” screamed Lius as he leapt in front of his sister, shielding her from the lethal jet of light.

As Voldemort finished, Lius fell to the floor, the life gone from his eyes. The Dark Lord frowned in annoyance,

“I suppose you’re next then,” he looked at Rosa, who sniffled in response, shuffling closer to Bella and Lius.

“Avada Kedavra!”

And Bellarosa blinked, confused.

The Deatheaters looked towards the head of the table, shock on their faces.

“Not again…” groaned Lucius.

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