"I could kill him master." Hissed Bellatrix. The Dark Lord sighed.

"I've told you a hundred times Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Potter."

Bella shrank back into her seat. She gazed off into space, remembering. Longing for the way he used to hold her, used to love her. Used to be Tom to her. Only to her. But now he was hell bent on destroying Harry. Bella saw that boy as the only thing standing between her and her beautiful, beautiful master. The first thing she saw when she came back to earth from Bella land, was the small, gold band across her ring finger. She grimaced in disgust. What she wouldn't do for a hammer and the right to smash it. She looked back up at her beloved master and for a second, just a second, she saw his now snake-like face, transform into that of the dark, handsome, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Bellatrix, what are you looking at?" Bella was snapped out of her daydream by the cold, harsh tone, which had never been used on her before Potter. Potter, Potter, Potter. It was always him, wasn't it? 'The boy who lived' was always in the way. She was convinced that once Potter was dead, her master would love her again.