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The Travel Go Challenge : Pairing, Word, Random and Genre prompts

Attraction

She had been raised as a Black heiress, raised to be attracted to power because power meant status and with status came wealth. The Black family always prided themselves on being one of the most important pureblood families in the wizarding world and as such they kept up with the latest of everything – news, fashion, businesses, the Black family had their hands in everything they could possibly have some control over.

No one had been surprised when she had been attracted to the Dark Lord. He had power that was of levels not seen since Dumbledore. His magic had been strong and intense, with a darkness that sang to her own magic and called her to him. No one could deny his power, his control nor the darkness that shrouded him as his magic broke free from his body while angry.

Bellatrix knew that her magic was powerful but it was nowhere near the levels of absolute power that radiated out of the Dark Lord almost subconsciously. He Dark Lord was powerful and he knew how to use his power to attain his goals. Bellatrix could not deny his innate and extraordinarily handsome looks when she had first seen him. His looks had admittedly whittled down as he gained his immortality but hr attraction towards him had never faded.

He had no noticed her further than being one of the commanders of a portion of his army. He barely even noticed that she was the only female to hold such a position within his ranks, he treated her exactly the same as he treated the others. He praised her when she did well and tortured her mercilessly when she failed the task he had given. Sometimes she failed on purpose, simply to have his attention on her for that short period of time even if it was painful as his crucios usually were with his level of magical power. She had never felt something that felt better or worse than that in her entire life.

She tortured for him and killed upon his command, she found pleasure reveling in the prisoners' pain and she painted the blood of her foes upon the floor they stood on as she knew that the Dark Lord, her master, would be proud of her and would praise her for her actions. She had quickly risen up to be one of the most sadistic of his followers, bypassing the other male followers easily. Her lord gave her more assignments because of this, which meant that he paid more attention to her than his other followers bringing her a great deal of pride and satisfaction. He had finally noticed her.

She knew that he would never return her affections. He was the Dark Lord. He was a cold, cruel and vindictive wizard who cared about nothing but himself and his carefully laid plans. He wished for nothing more than ruling the wizarding world and destroying all the filthy muggles and mudbloods.

She would continue to try to gain his affections, continue to make sure he noticed her and continue to make sure he was proud of her. The pain of his disappointment was much worse than the pain of his crucio.