Author's Note: Because I've read almost all of Bellamort fan fictions and I figured out it's time to write my own headcanon of their pairing. I've started writing this before, but I only managed to finish it lately because I'm too preoccupied reading other fan fictions. ;)

Disclaimer: JK owns Harry Potter. If I did, then Bellamort and their Death Eaters would be ruling the world.


"My loyal death eaters…" Voldemort's soft voice cut against the silence as he appraised his newly freed Death Eaters kneeled before him. A ghost of a smile appeared on his snake-like face, and his eyes brimmed with pride.

The ten figures on the floor all looked down in respect except for one – a skinny woman with unruly hair and heavy-lidded eyes who, despite her exhaustion, craned upward and watched his master adoringly.

Voldemort's gaze then dropped to the woman nearest him, his eyes focusing as he quietly added,

"You will all be rewarded beyond your dreams."

The woman's eyes brimmed with tears and her gaping mouth tried to form words – the dryness of her throat constricting her voice, "Th-thank you… Master."


Bellatrix reminisced that feeling of triumph and sheer joy when she was finally reunited with her Master. It was one of the happiest moments in her life. Thirteen years, she waited. Thirteen years, she endured.

Just for him.

For all her years in Azkaban she never once felt anything but despair, fear, and madness.

Not anymore.

She grinned in remembering his master's last words.

Oh, how she craved her reward.

Immediately after their breakout from Azkaban, she was forced to stay inside a large guest room of her brother in law's Manor to recover from the effects of her imprisonment. Though she hated it, Bellatrix accepted her fate. She wouldn't want his Master to see her in a weakened state again. But now, weeks after she had last seen him, Bellatrix is almost fully recovered. With proper nourishment and a little magic, she is slowly returning to her former body.

Bellatrix went out of her bed to walk towards the window of the large room. She looked outside wondering when his Master is going to see her. Although Malfoy Manor was turned into the main headquarters of the Death Eaters, Lord Voldemort is constantly on the move to execute their plans.

Always a man of action, Bellatrix thought with a smile on her face.

Her mind raced back to everything that she loved about her master. She remembered when she joined the Death Eaters, Bellatrix was not yet as deeply devoted to him as she was today. It wasn't love at first sight – no, Bellatrix was above such petty fascinations. At first, it was a strong belief to their cause that compelled her to join. She believed what Voldemort campaigned for: a world where muggles are put in their proper place, without mudbloods and blood traitors tarnishing the pure blood families of the wizarding world. She also admired his charm and his wit. She adored the way his words seemed to flow gracefully in his speeches; the way his beliefs always appeared to be right. But she didn't worship him. At first, at least.

Her initial curiosity and respect for him soon turned to admiration, to desire, to love, and finally to utter devotion. As a young girl she refused to simply watch from a corner and let the adults plan the reformation of the wizarding world. She needed to take part; not just for her own ideals, but for her adoration to the Dark Lord. Even as she was accepted to the Death Eaters' elite circle, she wanted more; her need to be closer to Voldemort pushed her to prove herself more capable than the others. And the more her Lord turned her away, the more she became headstrong. She was that stubborn – and probably childish – that she would not give up her longing for closeness. Even if her Lord would not respond to her in the way she wants, Bellatrix would be content in simply being near him.

That was how she lived ever since she fell for him – thriving in the smallest of contacts and making the most out of the simplest of moments: may it be praise, a simple touch in the shoulder, or a smirk directed towards her. Even when he was angry with her, Bellatrix would still find it in herself to admire him. Of course, she never angers him on purpose – as much as she loves the attention, she didn't want to fail her master.

Bellatrix suddenly missed her trainings in the Dark Arts with Voldemort. Even when she graduated at Hogwarts, there was still a lot to learn. Voldemort made her to be one of the best Masters of the Dark Arts by training her himself. In one of those lessons, Bellatrix still remembered vividly, the day he finally claimed her for his own. She would never forget that day when her Master finally responded to her pursuits, and in doing so paved way for more of their encounters. She acknowledged that it was purely physical for him. Voldemort made it clear to her that he isn't someone to invest emotional feelings towards another. Bellatrix didn't mind any of it. She was happy to receive anything her Master granted to her.

Bellatrix's mind started to drift once more to the past but then she saw movement from the corner of her eye. A black figure glided through the gates of the Malfoy Manor and towards the house. Bellatrix pressed her face on the window to better see who it was. She couldn't see the face clearly, but she was sure that it was Lord Voldemort. It became clearer to her as the figure neared – from the manner in which he walked smoothly with his robes flowing almost ethereally behind him; the way his head tilted upwards in silent confidence, and how he delicately holds his wand on his left hand, while his folded right arm hung on his side.

Bellatrix felt a surge of excitement pass through her.

Finally!

She beamed in anticipation as she hurriedly exited her room to greet her master downstairs.

As she rounded the large staircase to the Manor's foyer, she could hear the faint conversation of Lucius and her Lord. Her pace quickened when she saw the two golden heads facing the tall and pale figure of her Master.

"…and I'll be staying here for a week or two to plan our-" Voldemort stopped in his tracks when he saw Bellatrix appear on the stairs.

Bellatrix's eyes were immediately glued to his Master's even as she descended the last steps of the grand staircase. Lucius and Narcissa followed Voldemort's gaze and saw Bella standing just below the staircase, breathing heavily, mouth agape and eyes intently staring at her lord. Lucius gave her a lopsided smirk, while Narcissa smiled warmly at her.

"Bellatrix…" Voldemort finally addressed her. He found it curious how her name rolled off his tongue so naturally despite not being able to say it for years.

Bellatrix's eyes watered at how beautiful her name sounded at the voice of his master. Unable to contain her joy, she lowered her head to hide her tearful expression.

Voldemort slowly moved towards her, seemingly forgetting his conversation with Lucius. He wore his calm expression as usual, but his eyes were slowly moving, examining her fully like a serpent watching his prey. As he stopped in front of her, he gently grasped her chin and lifted it to look at her eyes.

Voldemort stroke her cheeks as if trying to remember the feeling of her skin under his touch.

"It's been a while, Bella," he breathed quietly. Bellatrix was grateful to hear him use her nickname once again. He hadn't forgotten, she thought.

They were dangerously close now; they were simply staring at each other's eyes. Narcissa looked on in curiosity, while Lucius shifted uncomfortably at the sight.

After examining her face for a little while, Voldemort pursed his lips and suddenly let go of her. His head whipped back to Narcissa and Lucius, "I hope my accommodation is already prepared?"

Lucius bowed in respect, "Yes, my lord."

"My lord is always welcome here," Narcissa added with a smile.

Voldemort nodded and turned back to Bellatrix. "I'll be seeing you in a few minutes," he regarded her for a moment, and then quickly went up the stairs towards the master bedroom reserved for him.

Bellatrix followed his Master with her eyes until he disappeared out of her sight. She licked her dry lips and turned to Narcissa when she addressed her, "You should be resting, Bella."

"I'm already well rested, Cissy." She responded breathlessly, her mind still busy thinking about her Master.

Lucius scoffed at that. "Only because you've seen the Dark Lord. Aren't you such a simpleton?" He remarked with a smirk on his face.

Bellatrix simply glared at him. Although irritated at him, she admitted that she missed haughty Lucius' teasing a little.

"You know, you really should see to him. I'm sure you both have a lot of catching up to do." He added with a mocking tone.

Bellatrix flushed in embarrassment, but nevertheless went back up the stairs to her room. She wasn't going to barge in his Master's room uninvited.

Everyone knew about his obsession with the Dark Lord, and in the past some of the Death Eaters make it a habit to tease her about it. They never do it in front of the Dark Lord of course – they knew he would not be pleased. He never really showed any hint of his relationship with Bellatrix in front of his followers. Sometimes, Voldemort would unintentionally show subtle hints – remarks and gestures that made his closest followers suspect something about him and Bella. Although Bellatrix never acknowledged any of their insinuations, Lucius always seemed to be certain.

As she opened the door to her own room, Bellatrix felt her Dark Mark burn. For a moment, she reveled at the pain on her arm.

I missed this, she thought.

She smirked to herself and hurried out of her room to visit her Master.


Bellatrix strode the hallways to the room she remembered to be the one that was always reserved to Voldemort. He often visited Lucius' father, Abraxas Malfoy, to discuss plans in the past. Later on it was used as the Death Eaters' usual meeting place. As she found what she believed to be the master's bedroom, she knocked thrice on the door, waiting for her Lord's confirmation before entering.

"Come in, Bella." She heard him say. She composed herself before entering.

Voldemort was standing against the windowsill, inspecting his wand before turning to look at her. Bellatrix closed the door behind her, and immediately walked to him and kneeled.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. For what reason, Bellatrix didn't know.

"Stand," he commanded rather harshly.

As she stood, she flicked her gaze to him. Bellatrix gaped as she clearly saw the new face of her Master, thanks to the light from the window. Despite having a snake-like appearance, she can still see traces of the mortal man he once was. His deep set eyes that pierced through her and his often frowning thin lips are both very familiar. His voice felt colder and sounded harsher to her ears but nevertheless possesses that same tonal quality that is uniquely his. Her gaze traveled down to his slightly exposed chest, and she admired how the light material of his robes flowed down his lithe form. Most would probably be repulsed by his pale skin and sickly appearance, but Bella felt a twinge of desire sparked within her.

As if sensing a change in her mood, Voldemort cast a silent Legilimens to know her thoughts.

He expected uncertainty, even repulsion, from Bellatrix. Instead he saw adoration, the same love and devotion she felt towards him even before his downfall. He almost forgot why he branded her as his most faithful.

As he pulled away from her mind, a smirk slowly crept up his face. Voldemort felt amused after seeing her thoughts. He beckoned Bella to him, "Come, girl."

Bellatrix smiled as she made her way towards him, finding it funny to hear him address her again as such even after thirteen years. She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, "I don't think that word is appropriate for me anymore, my Lord."

Voldemort scoffed in response, "Ah yes. You're a woman now, aren't you?" Voldemort couldn't help but let his eyes travel Bella's body.

Instead of shying away like years before, Bella stared up at him fiercely. When Voldemort stared back at her, he saw her eyes swimming with lust.

His amused expression turned into dourness. "Fourteen years it's been, Bella." Voldemort sighed at her, not believing she still desired him after all those years.

"Nothing's changed to me, my Lord. Everything else might have changed, but not me. Not my devotion to you… Master." She countered breathlessly, her eyes widening as she gawked at him.

Voldemort clenched his teeth at that, remembering everything he prized about Bellatrix.

He remembered how she'd lovingly gazed up at him the first time they met. She had enthusiastically expressed her admiration for him and his views. And when he reached to read her mind, he saw the potential she had. He knew it was only a matter of time before she worshipped him completely. True enough, before graduating at Hogwarts she presented herself to him and pleaded to become a Death Eater. She was certainly useful, infinitely passionate, and fiercely beautiful. For a time, Voldemort promised to himself that he wouldn't engage in pleasures of the flesh. At first he refused Bella's subtle advances, until he couldn't endure it any more. It was distracting him, to say the least. Bella made him almost a slave to lust, and he considers this as a terrible weakness. Now that they've reunited, he was a changed man. And he wouldn't allow himself to indulge in petty dalliances again.

But when Voldemort looked at Bellatrix, he couldn't contain the feeling of relief in seeing her again. Before his downfall he already acknowledged that there was something more to his desire for her than simply being physical. He never told her about it though, and he still didn't intend to. After 14 years, he thought the feelings would dissipate. But now that she's standing in front of him, worshipping him still with every fiber of her being, a surge of sentiment flowed through him.

My fierce warrior, my most loyal.

He sighed once more as he looked at her.

Seeing the slightest change in the way her Master gazed at her, she moved closer to him. Voldemort brought his left hand to cup her cheek, and Bellatrix almost purred in response.

"My Lord, I've missed you." Bella's eyes closed to stop her tears from running down her cheeks.

Voldemort continued examining her face, and finally said, "Clearly." His smirk was back on his features, and Bella smiled back at him as she opened her eyes.

There was so much that Bella wanted to tell his Master; she suffered 14 years of longing in Azkaban after all. Voldemort too, wanted to continue questioning her; wanted to confirm her loyalties, her feelings, her love. But as they gazed at each others' eyes, they both knew.

Nothing in the past mattered anymore. Everything else might have changed but they both knew that their connection never vanished.

Voldemort leaned in to kiss her lightly, as if experimenting the feeling of his new lips touching Bella's. Bellatrix kissed back and soon they were both passionately kissing, spurred on by the moment. Lips clashed, tongues explored, and their hands moved demandingly on each other's bodies. The hunger to touch and taste each other overwhelmed their senses.

Voldemort then willed himself to stop. He slowly pulled away, to Bellatrix's disappointment.

He smirked at seeing her scowl. She tried to kiss him again, but Voldemort stopped her with his firm grip on her nape.

How he missed teasing his Bella.

Out of nowhere, Bellatrix suddenly declared, "I love you, my Lord."

Voldemort simply stared at her thoughtfully, as if absorbing the meaning of those words. Bellatrix knew he couldn't answer her; she wasn't expecting him to, anyway. She felt that it was just a statement needed to be said.

Finally, Voldemort smiled wryly, "After all these years?"

"Until the death of me." She responded confidently.


This is intended to be the start of a series of one-shots I wanted to write for Bellamort. I'm too preoccupied with other commitments so I can't really do a multi-chaptered fic. Please do review, readers… Let me know you exist ;)