A/N: Ok, so I had this story called "Nefaria" but I kept re-writing it and changing my mind about stuff. So this is the same story… But I swear I won't re-write it anymore. :-)

Other notes:

-Bellatrix is not married in this story

-I know that Voldemort has red eyes, but I think his slightly-more-normal blue eyes in the movie were cooler. Deal with it.

Prologue

A woman appeared with a quiet pop, tattooed arm still stinging from her summons. Her silky black cloak swirled behind her, imitating her hair. Jet black, long, and extremely curly, it flowed behind her in the gentle winter breeze. She had a beautiful face, but in a demonic way; one scowl would having you cowering in fear, a glare from those cold eyes would have you running for the hills.

She hurried into the ominous-looking alley in front of her. After taking a few steps, she arrived at her destination. She pushed the door open and stepped into a dimly-lit front room lined with bookshelves. She curtly greeted the dark-haired man sitting in an armchair to the left of her. "Severus," she said and nodded.

"Bellatrix," he replied. "Pleasure to have you in my home. The Dark Lord will see you shortly."

"Such a shame…" Bellatrix said, looking around, "that he must use such a cramped space as headquarters. The Malfoy Manor is much more spacious. And elegant, too, I suppose."

Severus Snape chuckled. "And the fact that it is your sister's house has nothing to do with it whatsoever."

Bellatrix returned the grin. "Nothing would make me more happy than having the Dark Lord in my family's home."

"Of course, of course. But you know full well why we had to move the headquarters. I doubt the Dark Lord would appreciate the constant cries of a newborn child."

At that, a high cold voice said, "Right you are, Severus. As much as I support continuing the pureblood line…" he trailed off. "Bellatrix! I'm glad to see you came tonight." Bellatrix turned and knelt at the feet of the man who had just entered. He stood tall, with silk black robes billowing around him elegantly. His bony hands hung beside him, one clutching a wand carved to resemble a bone itself.

His face was a terrifying sight: Cold, piercing, light blue eyes that seemed could look right through you and a disfigured nose resembling a snake's, with thin slits for nostrils.

"My Lord," Bellatrix leaned down and kissed his robes, a normal ritual.

"Follow me," Voldemort said as he turned towards a narrow hallway. Bellatrix followed suit, and they both entered an empty room. The walls were bare, and there was no furniture. Bellatrix looked up at her master, confused. Voldemort smiled.

"Your ultimate goal in life is to be as close to me as possible, Bella," he said, caling her by her rarely-used nickname. "I am your master, your role model, your… ah, savior, if you will. You wish to be close to me? To serve me well? Tonight, you get your chance." He flicked his wand and conjured up a bed. It was covered in silky black sheets, and the four bedposts were elegantly carved in the shape of skulls.

Bellatrix looked at her master in awe and slight trepidation. "My- my Lord?"

Voldemort said nothing. Instead, he slowly brought his lips to hers. Instantly, a feeling shot through Bellatrix like she had never experienced. It was pure cold, pure fear, like her body had turned to ice. It was as though her body had come into contact with something pure evil, so evil that nothing should ever come this close.

And she loved every second of it.