Hey Guys! So I decided to start a new fic about Bellamort and really hope you guys enjoy it! I love Bellamort and couldn't resist creating one. Oh and by the way, the rating is T because of possible bad language may go up as the story goes and there will be abuse. Thought you should be forewarned. Happy Reading!
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters because if I did I surely wouldn't be writing fan fictions.
Ok, Just so you guys are aware, I have updated and fixed the first three chapters. So hopefully the grammar, and mistakes are all fixed. I will be posting the fourth chapter soon and I will clear up any uncertainties then so if you have a question let me know now. Thanks!
"Where have you been?"
"I was with the Dark Lord."
"Why do I have such a hard time believing that?"
"Really Rodolphus, where else would I have been?"
"Oh, I don't doubt for a moment that you were with the Dark Lord Bella, though I doubt your motives for going!" Rodolphus scowls at his wife, while pacing back and forth. They are standing in a dimly lit bedroom with one single double bed and no windows of any kind. This is Bellatrix's least favorite room. She hates being alone with her husband while she sleeps. She hates to be so exposed and vulnerable She watches him pace back and forth with his hands clenched into fists. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with her sleeves in fear and anger. Bellatrix glares at her husband.
"Rodolphus, you are acting ridicules. My only motives are to serve the Dark Lord and you would be a fool to think otherwise." She hisses. He softens his eyes as if doubting himself, but that only lasts a moment.
"Oh Bellatrix, I am no fool! I can see how you fawn over him! You care more about Voldemort than you do me!" There is obvious hurt in his eyes, but Bellatrix doesn't care. She jumps to her feet in complete anger.
"Never speak his name. You have no right to say his name, especially in such a way!" She is screeching now, unable to hold it back any longer.
"Why not Bells? Are you afraid to say it? You, his most trusted servant?" He smirks at the way his wife now looks at him with complete fury. He knows Bellatrix hates to be called a servant.
"I am much more than a servant to him."Her voice is a low growl. "I am his ally, his most trusted follower! I would die for him! Not many servants would do that, eh Roddy? Wasn't it just last week that you ran for cover when the aurors began to attack us during our raid? Face it, you are half the servant I'll ever be!"
Before Bellatrix had time to defend herself, Rodolphus's fist made contact with her face, flinging her back onto the bed. The wind was knocked out of her and she can scarcely breath. Gasping for air she reaches up to feel the raw spot where he had punched her. She winces when she touches her left eye. Right above where he has hit her is a small indent in her forehead. His ring, she thought. That dreaded ring that bound her to love him forever. Well, love isn't the right word, more like tolerate. Fear keeps her from looking at her husband. But after a few moments silence she risks a glance and see's him smirking down at her. A satisfied look on his face.
"How-how-cou-" She tries to speak but finds herself at a loss for words.
"Oh come on Bells. You think that your precious Dark Lord would have treated you any better if you spoke to him with such a tone? He would have crucio'd you in a heartbeat. You should be thanking me because I didn't do just that!" He punches her again in the same spot, causing her to bleed where the ring made contact.
Rodolphus, then left the room to go grab a quick snack before bed, instructing Bellatrix to wash up. Bellatrix stands shakily as soon as Roddy left the room, and walks slowly to the small attached bathroom. She looks in the mirror and gasps, bringing her hands up to her head. When she removes her fingers they are coated with blood. Sure, she has been tortured plenty of times by aurors and her master when she deserved to be punished, but this hurt more. Mostly because she doesn't deserve this and hates Rod so much. She uses her wand to stop the bleeding and then runs a wet facecloth over her face. Before Rod has a chance to come back, she curls under the covers and drifts off to sleep. Eager for the next day to come so she can get out of the house and run errands with her Lord. But she can't help a few tears from sliding down her cheek before she drifts off into a world a peace and bliss. A world where there is no such person known as Rodolphus Lestrange.
It is late when Voldemotrt and Bellatrix return to Lestrange Manor. This is where most of the Death meetings (as Bellatrix tends to call them and the name just stuck) are held so most of the death eaters live in this one Manor, each with their own room. Occasionally Voldemort will stay here as well, but he does have his own manor where he often takes refuge when he gets sick of his death eaters who have a tendency to get drunk off of fire whiskey.
As Bellatrix and Voldemort enters the manor, Bellatrix bows a good night to her Lord and he smirks as he watches her bound up the stairs to her room, full of contempt. She always seems to enjoy herself whenever she goes on a mission or raid with Him, he thought. He shakes his head slightly as he goes to sit by the fire. He can't get his mind off of Bellatrix. She is so loyal to Him and shows undying faith. Sure, so did the other death eaters to a point, but nothing like Bella. She is different. Plus, she is so strong she could probably give Him a run for his money.
Though I doubt she would ever think of such a thing.
And that's when the screaming begins. He sighs heavily and tries to block it out with a silencing charm. But for some reason, whenever he tries to block it out, He finds that his curiosity gets the better of Him and he eavesdrops. Bella and Rodolphus tends to not get along very well. Voldemort knows that they do not love each other but had to marry in order to become death eaters. It is a rule that can be overlooked, even for Bella because he doesn't want to have to deal with all of his death eaters rendezvousing with each other. The screams are loud but he can't make out any specific words. Then the screams just stop instantly. And the manor becomes quiet again.
Strange. He thought. The fights usually last longer than that.
That's when he sees Rodolphus appear at the top of the stairs. He walks down quickly with a smirk on his face, not even noticing Him yet. When he turns at the bottom of the stairs, he freezes. He frowns but quickly recovers. He really hadn't expected to see his Lord sitting in his living room.
"M-my Lord. What a pleasant surprise." He smiles warmly at Him after bowing.
"Is everything alright up there, Rodolphus?" His voice is like a low hiss.
"Of course, My Lord. Bella...just seems to be in a mood today." Voldemort raises an eyebrow at him but drops the subject. He continues to gaze at the fire, waiting for his servant to leave. Something about Rodolphus made him uneasy. But he isn't sure of exactly what. When he is alone yet again, he looks at the stair case wondering what Bellatrix is doing at this moment, and what the fight had been about. He makes a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow. He dozes off still feeling the warmth of the blazing fire on his skin.
So yeah there ends the first chapter! I'm so happy, aren't you? Anyways, I'd really like it if you all reviewed please! Seeing the reviews help me to keep going with the story! Hopefully the next chapter will be up in less than a week! Thanks for reading!