Prologue
Where is he? a caped woman wondered impatiently. Tapping her foot, she started to think of her master. This has to work, it has to. Going over the plan in her head, she went step by step. Flawless, as always. As a matter of fact, she was flawless. The way her hair was messily down, her tight corset dress, her thick and red lips was what made every man want her. Every man, except for the Dark Lord that is. Snorting in disgust of the thought, she went back to concentrating on the task at hand.
After a half an hour or so, the bored woman finally spotted a tall and masked man twitching his way towards her. Time went on slowly, making the woman move in anxiety. Faster! Faster you insufferable git, she cursed in her head, itching to say it aloud.
" Do you have it?" the slim figure asked in the moonlit sky once the man had finally reached her, fixing her wild and matted black hair.
" Of course I have it. Why else would I break into Hogwarts?" he answered jittery.
" Crouch, the Dark Lord tells me everything, you don't have to play that game with me," the first figure snapped in annoyance.
" Right, sorry, forgot. Got to keep a low profile remember?" Crouch apologized in a deepened voice as if trying to make himself more important.
" Tell me how that one turns out," the figure chuckled in amusement with herself.
" Sure thing," the crazed man replied licking his thin lips.
" Would you stop that? You know how much I hate when you do that."
" Right sorry. Kind of a habit, you would know all about that wouldn't you Bellatrix." the man teased unaware of the consequences ahead. Blushing, Bellatrix stuck her hand down her tight black corset dress and pulled out a long wand that was almost as crooked as herself.
" You're wasting my time," she threatened with frustration pointing the wand as if it were a sword at Crouch's neck.
" All right! Here!" he exclaimed cowardly pulling two filled flasks out of his pocket.
" Finally, I have it! It's so warm," Bellatrix said softly, examining one of the stolen potions.
" Does this have anything to do with your, uh, habit by any chance? And I'm not just talking about torturing Muggles and Mudbloods," Crouch hinted teasingly.
" Huh? I don't know what your talking about," she answered only half listening.
" Bella, you have a problem. You should talk with him, maybe then you won't be so, uh, obsessed," he reasoned with extreme caution, now having her full attention.
" Oh, I'm the one with the problem," she snapped losing her thin temper.
" I've already tried, he just doesn't notice."
" Yeah, unfortunately the rest of us have," Crouch agreed quietly.
" What?" Bellatrix demanded, her face now matching the color of the enchanted bricks behind her.
" Well, just picking up hints here and there," he answered almost immediately. Realizing her temper was growing stronger he added, "He's busy worrying about Potter, he doesn't need anything else to worry about right now. At least Snape is easing his mind a little bit." Instinctively, he drew his hand to his face covering his agape mouth.
" Don't you dare bring him into this," Bellatrix threatened with her wand once again, in disgust for the name.
" Sorry. I'll just have what you promised me and be on my way," the frightful Crouch added dreading what was to become of him.
" I have a counter proposal," Bellatrix slyly replied putting the flasks in her dress.
" And what is that?" he asked trying to stay calm.
" How about I spare you, and in return you mustn't tell anyone of this run in," she answered playing with her wand as if to warn him of the consequences if he were to refuse her offer.
" That sounds reasonable," Crouch sighed giving in to her evil ways. But then again, what would you expect from a Death Eater who is more than loyal to her master.