Bellatrix sat in her room thoroughly bored.
Boredom didn't sit well with her.
She spun her wand between her fingers and paced around her room.
She wanted him to summon her.
The Dark Lord was calling for her more and more often but it was still not enough.
Bellatrix wanted to spend even more time with him.
She wanted to be near him.
To breathe in the power which hung so heavily around him.
To feel his touch.
She wanted it to be like last time.
When she had meant so much to him.
When he had wanted her by his side, always.
But The Dark Lord was becoming ever more distant from her.
And she worried.
Had The Dark Lord forgotten what it was like sixteen years ago?
What she used to mean to him?
Had he forgotten what they used to have together?
She never forgot.
She still wanted him.
She still loved him.
She still remembered.
She remember how they used to be so close.
How, once upon a time he had held her.
Once upon a time he'd kissed her.
Once upon a time she had meant everything to him.
But her life wasn't a fairy tale, and once upon a time was so far away.