Bellatrix Lestrange entered the Dark Lord's private chambers at Malfoy Manor, nearly quivering in excitement. She had been waiting for this day ever since the first Wizarding War, ever since she laid eyes on the breathtaking Dark Lord. His passion drove her to be th...e best witch she could be, to do everything he asked. Something she had never experienced with her husband Rodolphus.

The Dark Lord was sitting in a high-backed chair in front of the room's fireplace. The window was nearly pitch-black, the light from outdoors cut off by the dark curtains shielding the windows, the only light coming from the eerily green flames playing amongst the logs in the fireplace. Voldemort sat placidly, only moving to slowly stroke his snake Nagini who was splayed on his lap. Bellatrix practically ran to the chair, kneeling beside it and looking up at the Dark Lord like she was in a sea of darkness, and he was her one light. Voldemort didn't give her a glance.

"You wished to see me, my Lord?" Bellatrix's hands were shaking so she stuffed them into her midnight robes, hoping beyond hope that the Dark Lord hadn't noticed and taken it as a sign of weakness. She couldn't help that her master unhinged her, made further thought impossible. But it wasn't only that, Voldemort felt like home to her. She would stay beside his chair for all eternity if he would let her. And Bellatrix thought that that day had finally come, this thought made her hands shake harder.

"Yes, Bella. I have a very special mission for you..." Voldemort replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

Bellatrix's hopes shattered and her head dropped, her interest significantly less. Of course she listened to his instructions and knew she would follow them to perfection. She had just hoped that for once he would acknowledge her existence. "Yes, My Lord." She said quietly when he had finished giving his instructions and stood. Her hands lingered on the chair back for a moment too long before she turned and left the room; she knew that that was the closest she would ever get to the Great Lord Voldermort emotionally and it crumbled her heart to dust.