"Bellatrix..." Hissed a snake-like creature in the darkness of the trees.
"Voldemort..." The insane woman turned to be looking into the eyes of death; Voldemort. "Lord Volemort." Bellatrix Lestrange corrected herself casually, looking away towards the sight she was quite fond of before Voldemort had to interupt her.
"Quick on your toes like always, I see." Voldemort replied, giving her a grin. She didn't even notice the way he was looking at her, staring at her, she was too fixated on the boy in the water. Even with his light hair wet, it still shone in the moonlight.
"Ah, I see, watching over Licius's son are we?" Voldemort asked, spotting Draco in the water.
"Yes, yes. He seems to... love that water." Bellatrix whispered airily, watching him duck under water.
"Yes, most people do." His hiss made Bellatrix shiver. She adored Voldemort, she obsessed over him, she even, when she was a young girl in school with him, she crushed on Tom Riddle... the man he was. She had no feelings for the snake anymore, just loyalty.
"What are you doing out here, my Lord?" She asked, turning to glance at his face. The pale, green skin... the slits for his nose and his bald head. That head had a full head of hair when he was in school. He was gorgeous in school. Draco Malfoy reminded her of the old Tom Riddle.
"I decided to look for you, see what you're doing... It's been years since we were alone, years." The last 'years' made Bellatrix's shoulders quiver.
"Yes, yes... that was years ago, my Lord." She replied a bit wearily, turning to look at the young boy who seemed to be getting closer.
"Seems like the boy's finished. Do your duty and take him back." Voldemort demanded in a low voice, turning to leave. She nodded and watched him walked.
"It's been years, Tom." Bellatrix said when her Lord vanished in the darkness. She let out a sigh and turned towards Draco, watching him try to get out.
"Evening, Bellatrix... Father ask you to keep an eye?" Draco asked, making Bellatrix give her insane grin.
"Your mother, young Malfoy." She replied, helping him out of the lake near his manor.
"Mmm, well, I heard Lord Voldemort telling you to your duty. Well, I'll make ot easy and go in there right now." Draco whispered, grabbing a wand from a random wizard after Potter took his and drying himslef off.
"I'll take you in." Bellatrix suggested as Draco shrugged. She had seen Draco Malfoy grow up, and noticed his growth. He was seventeen and almost as tall as her. He had grown up handsom and hishad grown stronger from whatever Voldemort had him doing.
"Mother told me about your relationship with Tom Riddle." Draco brought up, obviously over hearing their conversation.
"What did you hear?" Bellatrix snapped, looking at him with a glare.
"From mother?" He asked with a sly grin, reminding her of Tom's grin. "I just heard you two were closer than master and servant." Draco winked at her and opened the door to his manor.
"Why you devilish little brat." Bellatrix spat, grabbing the collar of his shirt.
"Oh don't worry, Bella. I won't tell the others." Draco replied as he wriggled out of her grasp. Bella, he called her Bella... just like Tom did.
"You better not, you eavesdropping little child." She hissed, walking in frot of him through the doorway, muttering, "Ladies first."
"I wouldn't call you much of a lady, Bella." Draco said, grinning madly.
"Shut your trap, you brat!" Bellatrix shrieked, him reminding her of Tom Riddle more and more every word... even if they weren't related.
"How about you make me, you lunatic." Draco stopped walking and turned to look at her.
"Oh, I'll do more than make you." She pulled out her wand and pointed it at his head.
"A-alright, I-I'm sorry!" Draco whimpered, backing up. That's the one thing he didn't have that Tom did; bravery. She pulled the wand down, glaring at him.
"What a wimp." Bellatrix pointed out, walking past him.
"What a hottie." Draco replied, grinning. She turned to look at him, a shocked expression on her face.
"What the hell?" She squealed, turning her expression into a glare... a long, cold glare. She was the one who expressed her feelings towards Tom... Draco just went out there. If she hadn't admire Draco from a far, she would've called his father.
"Oh come on, I saw you looking at me. I saw you staring at me when Lord Voldemort was present. I know you like me, Bella, don't deny it." Draco said, walking towards her and grinning up at her. He wasn't that short, he was growing up to be a nice looking boy... Tall and slender.
"You little weasle!" She hissed, placing a hand on his chest and pushed him away.
"They usually call me ferret, but whatever floats your boat there." Draco turned to walk back to him room, his grin still on his face. She watched him walk back and glared at the back of his head. She shook her head and turned to leave.
"Night, baby."
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Bellatrix woke up early the next morning, the sun was just coming out. Since the Malfoy manor was exceptionally large, Bellatrix got her own room with a nice bed and a large window to look out of. The manor was quieter than it should be. She assumed there was no one awake at the time... Speaking of time, what time was it exactly? She shook her head, thinking around six thirty or seven AM. She had hardy thought about her... encounter with the young Malfoy the night before. There was going to be a war, her Lord couldn't stress that enough. And even if she killed Dobby, Sirius and loads of other people, Bellatrix was scared of dying. A lot of people wanted revenge on her, especially the friends of the Longbottom. She put his parents through hell, and now they were in St. Mungos. She was happy with that, having the insane mind of a killer. Harry Potter no doubt wanted her head, she was sure of it. She killed his little house elf friend and his godfather. This almost make her cackle with joy, but she didn't want to wake up the manor.
Bellatrix took her time to get downstairs and summon something to eat, even if she didn't feel like it. She needed strength for the upcoming battle. She turned to see a large snake creature towering over her.
"Good morning, Lord Voldemort." She whispered, taking a step back and leaning on the counter, looking up at him. He looked nothing like Tom anymore, nothing.
"Bellatrix, you're up early." Voldemort pointed out, staring into her eyes with his colorless eyes. She nodded and set down her food, looking at him with nothing more than loyalty in her eyes. A death eater through and through, she was.
"Yes I am, m'Lord." She replied. If it wasn't her master, she would be sarcastic. Yes, obviously she's up early, isn't it? Hell, was he trying to flirt with her? He lost his charm when he was weakened by Potter, she guessed.
"I've missed the way we used to talk together, Bella." Voldemort said, taking a step forward.
"Sorry, m'Lord. I don't want to start anything when there is a war coming. I may die." She said, turning around to move away.
"Fine," he hissed, garing at her. "Don't say I didn't ask." He vanished and she hid her face in her hands and tears dripped from her skinny fingers.
"Ah, poor Bella." She turned around, thinking it was Tom but spotted the young Malfoy. She groaned and rolled her eyes, quickly drying her tears.
"I didn't think young brats got up this early." She remarked, but it must've been eight in the morning.
"I don't usually get up, but I had to see you. Good thing you were up." Draco said, grinning and walking towards her. She didn't move, but let him stand there. He had to be taller, because she was staring into his cold eyes. He reminded her so of the old Tom.
"Piss off, you little bugger." She whispered, pressing her hands against his chest gently. She didn't push him, but kept her hands on his chest, staring into his eyes.
"Oh, but I don't think you'd want me to do that, would you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and resting his hands on her waist. She pulled her hands away and took out her wand. He let go as she stepped back, pointing the wand at him.
"Lay off, you hormone crazed teen." She warned, keeping her arm up as she pointed the wand at him.
"I know what you told our Lord, and I think it's a load of rubbish. You just like someone else, someone a but younger, perhaps?" He asked, but fear was in his eyes.
"You wish, you little twit!" She flicked her wand making him unable to move. She walked towards him and rested her hands on his shoulder. She pressed her dry lips against his quickly and stepped back. "It will wear off."