Summary: Before there was Bellatrix, there was Maxine. There was Esther. There was Yvette.
Character: Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle, multiple OC's.
Notes: Bellatrix is such an intriguing character, I'd love her if she wasn't so evil.
...nevermind.
Special
You thought you were special, didn't you? You believed he would do anything to keep you.
You're wrong. You were another pawn, like the rest of us. You thought he actually cared? Sorry.
I thought I was special too, and look where that got me: dead. Same as Esther, same as Yvette. We didn't matter. Why would you?
The common belief was that the Dark Lord loved us. Loved her, loved me, loved you.
That's a lie, you know. He didn't love us; he never showed any real emotion.
What he loved- what he wanted- was our power. Our skill.
Still don't believe me? Pity.
It's your loss.
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