The Day That Never Comes
[A drabble by Mesteria]
Author's Note: For the AU challenge on xoxLewrahxox's forum. This is actually a gift fic for my best friend, Rissy (riss313). Hope you all enjoy it… though it's not entirely too AU-ish. –is nervous- Please review! (Btw, the title is from a Metallica song, but it really has nothing to do with the story, lol.) Oh! Each drabble is 100 words, not including the title!
Disclaimer: I obviously own nothing but the computer I wrote this on.
The Wedding
It was a grand occasion, the uniting of such two prestigious pureblood families. Black and Lestrange. She called herself Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, now; and pureblood society referred to her as Mrs. Rabastan Lestrange.
She looked stunning in her pristine white dress. Hidden beneath the bulk of the dress, however, she'd worn her favorite pair of red high heels and a black corset instead of beige. He looked charming, as always, with his dashing smile as he twirled his new wife around the dance floor.
She was perhaps a bit unruly where he was gentle, but it almost seemed preferred.
Bella smirked.
The First Wizarding War
They were partners. If one went down, so did the other. She was as loyal to him as she was the Dark Lord and the same could be said for him.
The way she dueled or worked on missions turned him on completely. It drove him mad knowing that he couldn't touch her until after the mission was finished. For one, she would snap at him, shooting him a dark glare for interrupting her concentration; and two, the consequences from the Dark Lord he preferred to avoid.
After torturing the Longbottoms, they celebrated with wine and a long night of lovemaking.
Azkaban
Their trial was quick. The foursome (himself, his wife, his brother and Barty Crouch Jr.) denied nothing and accepted everything. (Though he thought Barty seemed a bit nervous.)
Prison took its toll on each of them. His dear wife, his fierce love-maker and passionate follower, seemed to take the brunt of the abuse. Prison dragged her down until there was nothing left but hatred-filled eyes and gaunt features.
She was no longer his. Prison had taken her away. She was dead inside and out, screaming out only for her Lord in her dreams.
He would be the one to save her.
The Second Wizarding War
Once she had regained her strength from losing it in Azkaban, she was even more powerful than before. She was ready for battle. She was restless waiting around their large manor that had been unoccupied for years.
When the second war actually began, she stunned him with her ability. He had forgotten what she was like during a duel….
She was quick. She was precise. She was agile. She was beautiful.
But she still ignored his attempts to woo her. He wondered how long it would take before they took control. Then she would come back to him.
Death
When he saw her fall, her laugh still echoing around the Great Hall, his world stopped. For a second, she had been distracted. She had caught his eye, smirked (his old Bella!) and that was all it took for the blood traitor to make her move.
He didn't have a chance to say his goodbyes to her, kiss her one last time. He had to escape, save himself. The tables had turned and the Dark was losing.
When the time came for him to receive The Kiss, he took it willingly. If only to see her again.
His wife. His beautiful Bella.