Prologue
She turned the stone thrice in hand. All of a sudden, there was Lord Voldemort, standing before her, as if he had never died. She let out a squeal and fell to her knees.
'Bellatrix Lestrange! You are supposed to be dead!' his voice was of a high, cold tone, which would sting many others, but for Bellatrix, this was sweet music.
'My Lord, The Weasley woman thought she had killed me, but I had escaped! I have been hidden i-n the forest for nearly two years now! I have heard rumours of the Resurrection Stone, in the forest somewhere! And here it is! I finally found it! I knew you would return if I had it! Oh, my Lord! I did it!'
'Yes, Bellatrix, you did, but I am not fully human, or 'resurrected'. I can never come back for good. But I can bring those who oppose me down too!' he said, maliciously. He looked no different from when Bellatrix had seen him last. Pale, hairless, red eyes, and slits for nose. Trouble was, e no longer had a wand. How could he take the world back without a wand?
'My Lord?' whimpered Bellatrix, still kneeling on the floor, head lifted. You could tell she had been hiding in the forest for two years. Her eyes were more sunken than ever, hair wild and matted, clothes torn and hanging from her wasted, bon thin body. With the addition of blackened teeth, and yellowy skin, she could have been dead. Voldemort held up a hand, and she was silenced. He took in her appearance, and looked away, deep in thought. About ten minutes later, he turned to look back at Bellatrix, and he said, 'I have a plan. We have work to do.'