The Man was stood their tall, dark haired, and eyes that screamed mystery, he wasn't like the man she called hers, the man her parents had paired her off with, yes the man that was now on her arm, as she swayed down the spiral staircase, was also dark, violent, and beautiful in his own way yet the man that stood at the bottom of the stairs seemed o so more beautiful, more violent, and so much more powerful, he seemed to cause everyone else to be silent, everyone else feared him. That man there had what she wanted, no needed. As the pair reached the bottom of the stairs, her husband whispered in her ear

"Bella this is the man I follow, this is Lord Voldermort"

Bellatrix's heart nearly skipped a beat, she would have gasped if was proper to do so. Not only was he beautiful but he was also the man, that would put the magic world in their rightful place, she bowed her head slightly, as the powerful man kissed her hand. However she knew in her mind, that she would should have been bowing lower and kissing his hand, but that wasn't proper at such a mixed ceremony. Voldermort seemed to nod at her as if he knew what she was thinking, and Bella got the impression that he thought the same thing.

Roldphus then let go of her hand, "It would seem my dear we have some business to attend to, I'll see at dinner" and with that both the mysterious beauty and her husband whisked away it seemed with many other pureblood husbands into the garden.

Bellatrix gracefully walked across the room, her red dress seemed to flow like fire at the bottoms of her feet, her raven hair was up but bounced against her shoulders as she glided across the floor, she could feel the eyes of many, staring at her and she smiled sinisterly at her own power, maybe it was different to the man she had just met, but she knew it was just nearly as powerful She graceful slid into the seat luscious had just vacated as he to, had left for the gardens. She looked around at the mud bloods that seemed to flood the room, It was a gathering of the employees of ministry, some said it was a Christmas party she called it ,an idiotic engagement with people who hated each other, she smirked as she spotted in the corner of her eye, Arthur Weasley and his new bride, pregnant already by the looks of things, her smirked grew wider, far to close to her table for comfort she thought before turning to speak her sister,

"Cissy, I swear I don't now what half these functions are for yet we must always come along, it is tiresome."

"Bella really it's to keep up appearances, if our husbands came without us, which would be simply… well it just isn't done"

Bellatrix couldn't stand when Narcissa played the doting wife, when she knew Bella would do now such thing, that's why they had house elves. The best thing in these circumstances was to change the subject she had learn rather than start an argument, that was not proper, especially in a place like this one.

"Did you see him?"

"Who?"

"The one, our husbands work for!"

"Yes, what about him?"

Bella couldn't believe her sisters response, did she not see his beauty, and did she not feel his power. Her mouth was open slightly shocked at her sisters madness,

"Catching flies?" came Luciuos Malfoys snooty response, yet his hands lay on her shoulders ever so slightly, and as they moved across, he seemed to caress her hair for only a second before sitting in the seat on the other side of his young wife. Her husband also plonked himself, not so gracefully in the seat beside her. His arm wrapped around her shoulders. He smiled as if he knew something she didn't, which irritated her considerably.

Then another form seemed to place itself in the seat directly in front of her, just as the food had arrived. His eyes, that seemed to be tinged with red stared into her black ones, and she felt the unfamiliar feeling of someone propping her mind.

Roldphus squeezed her shoulders tightly, he'd obviously noticed and she could feel his temper brewing with every second. She broke eye contact, with this perfect man and turned to face her husband who she could see was staring into space. She pouted her lips before speaking in a tone that wasn't really used by a woman to her husband. It was harsh and patronising like a mother telling of its child.

"Really Roldphus I can hardly eat with you squeezing me like that can I?"

Silence engulfed the table, It seemed to engulf the room, her sister was staring at her, confusion fluttering across her features, her husband was trying to hide a grin behind his hand, and her husband looked like he could kill her right there, but she could deal with that. A snigger across from her seemed to break the silence, and gave luscious reason to snigger himself; Bellatrix just shrugged her husband arm from around her shoulders. That seemed to be the last straw for her husband; he grabbed her hand and dragged her from out of the hall into the gardens, people were staring for a whole different reason now. Purebloods having a little tiff, seemed to be the entertainment for the night.

When her husband stood finally let go of her hand and faced her stood in the damp grass, far from the doors to the hall, of the magnificent gardens, his face was bright red and his fists clenched. Yet this did not worry Bellatrix for if he hit her, she could fight back, she was defiantly not weak like her sister. She didn't believe he had the guts, that was until his fist hit her face,

He was breathing heavily; the hit had thrown her to the floor,

"Don't you ever embarrass me like that in front of my lord, make me look weak like that, I am the man, you are the wife,"

He shouted it, his spittle hitting her face. As he paced, Bellatrix got up… and she laughed a cackle that seemed to echo across the grounds.

"You knew what you got into when you married me, you fool" She whispered this, "If it weren't for the people in that hall, you would be howling in pain right now, you may be my husband, but you can not treat me like a whore. I am your pureblood wife, and we are equal, never think different" She spat the words in anger her voice rising slightly. Before turning on her heels, doing a quick spell to clean and dry her clothes and of course at least cover bruising that may form.

She turned to face him again, "Now we will walk into that hall arms linked, laughing, we will sit and forget this ever happened," She turned back to face the way back, and felt his arm slither around her lower back. "Remember how lucky you are le'strange to have a black as a wife" she whispered into his ear as they walked through the French doors, back to their tables ignoring the awkwardness that filled the air. Bellatrix was the only one that noticed that her husband's dark lord was no longer at the table.

Yes the power of her looks helped her control many a thing.