Tittle: Chat
Author: Christieanne-Anna
Summery: Voldemort has a little chat with his only remaining inner circle Death Eater.
Spoilers: none (if you have read the 5th book)
Disclaimer: Don't own them. I never will.
Placing: Before Hogwarts Summer Holiday, after the ministry fight.
"I can't believe this happened" moaned the most feared man to ever have lived. "We planed this so carefully. Every detail, reinforced with backup. Still, we failed. The prophecy was distroyed, Potter and Dumbledore still alive, all my death eaters in Azkaban..."
A black haired woman who sat beside him looked over into his red eyes. He noticed his slip up quickly. "Of coarse I still have you, my Bella. My loyal, loyal Bella." She smiled at that. They sat in silence for a moment watching the stream in front of them that ran through the Riddle house property. "I was determined to not go back there. I can now do what needs to be done to free the others. Of coarse now they will all feel what I felt until my escape." Bella told her friend.
Her master looked over at her. "What's it like in there, Bella? What do you do all day?" He askes her. He never went to the prison. She looked up at him then dropped her gaze back to the river. "Cold and dreary, almost like the newer Death Eaters sleeping chambers." She stopped to hear his laugh, not his usual cold dead laugh, a new one filled with amusement, the laugh she hadn't heard for over ten years. It was her laugh, the one only she could get him to make. After a minute of silence she continued. "Basically you sit in a cell all day staring into space, feeling sorry for yourself, trying to stay sane, trying to keep your happy thoughts and memories, pondering the worst moment of your life, and trying not to make the Dementors angry."
He looked over at her and saw that she was looking at him. "Is your worst memory seeing your parents die, or Andromeda's wedding to that filthy muggle?" she smiled, their eyes locking. "Neither, it is the moment they told me that you were gone. Ask Malfoy, he had the misfortune of having to toll me. I completely broke down. I couldn't believe that my only true friend was gone."
He looked away and stared at the water. Reaching out to her, he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He knew she was crying , he could feel her shaking. Cupping her chin with his hand he gently forced her to look at him.
She noticed his touch. It was gentle, kind. Not that of someone who inflects fear on 99% of the population of a entire planet. Not every one knew about him. Still some mugs had heard of him and the terror he has caused. Still she liked his touch.
"You're cold. We should go inside." They stood up and headed over to the mansion. "After lunch we can call in a special favor from a friend of mine. Don't worry, she would never replace you, Bella." Her play panic look turned into a smile. "Who?" She asked the Dark Lord. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him. "Petunia Dursley, Lilly Potters only sister, naturally Harry's aunt, and my first girl friend."
She looked at him in surprise and with just a tad of jealousy. "Your first girlfriend was a squib."
The end