A/N: This is written for the photo challenge set by Az (Inkfire) on my forum...

This is a bit of strange fic because I am focusing on Bellatrix's insanity here. It is set after Bellatrix has been released from Azkaban. I hope that you all enjoy.

This fic is dedicated to all the new members of my forum that have joined in the summer :D.. Girls, you know who you are..

Insanity

When my hand lands on his arm, it is him. Yet, when my hand travels down to meet his hand, it is not coldness that I feel, but warmth. The fantasy is extinguished as it should be. One should be careful as he would disapprove, yet I am his most faithful, his most loyal. Part of me thinks that he would forgive me if he found out this secret, yet the snake bites back (the truth perhaps..) it says: "You stupid girl.".

I stare into the darkness and the bed sheets are capturing my body. The darkness is black like his heart perhaps, but I yearn for rouge to show and be displayed before me. Passion is a fierce emotion and the colour red signals that word he despises, but at the same time enhances the passion.

I throw the covers off me and I pray for the man lying beside me not to stir. Husband... That is a foolish name for that man, yet it hurts to realise that he is so.

A cough conveys that Rodolphus (Husband) has been disturbed.

"Bella..." It comes in a murmur which is uttered from his unworthy mouth. It is a nickname that him and only him can use. Husband should call me Bellatrix, yet he insists on using his pet name for me.

I hear husband whisper my name again, but I do not respond... The door just closes behind me ever so softly.

Closing my eyes momentarily, I think about him- his power astonishes me, his dedication astounds me. I sigh. I am such a lucky woman and to be his possession. I sigh once more.

I venture down the stairs, no sound is made beneath my feet as they are bare. Yet when I reach the bottom, the house-elf comes running.

He is panting as he reaches me.. Stupid pathetic thing. A vase is within my reach and it is off Cissy and "crash!" it strikes the elves head and I let out a giggle.

"Stupid..." I whisper menacingly.

The elf sinks into a bow and begins to utter words.. I do not listen. I don't have time to listen to it.

My feet patter upon the wooden floor as I enter the drawing room. A candle flickers into life beside the extinguished fire. Ashes are scattered upon the floor; a growl leaves my mouth.

My eyes wander to the fireplace mantel and I see him on a photo. "Master. My lord..." He is standing beside me in fine dress robes and I am standing beside him in my wedding dress. The dress is so white and pure with a black sash around the waist.

Master is smiling and his arm is wrapped around my body. My heart flutters; he kisses me.

Then...

My lord vanishes from that photo and it is Rodolphus in his fine dress robes and I in my white dress.

Rage! Anger! Hate!

I pick the photo up and it crashes into millions of tiny pieces.

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