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Warning: There will be some swearing. Do not read if you are offended by this.
Book I
Rodolphus smiled vaguely. Bellatrix wanted to be his friend. He loved her and he knew she loved him.
"Roddy. Roddy, wake up. You aren't thinking of going out with that bitch, are you?" Rabastan's high voice cut through his fantasies like a shard of glass cuts through cloth. "I love Bellatrix. You love no one. Your best friend is your stupid, uncaring frying pan." Rodolphus's voice hurt Rabastan more than he realized. "I'll kill you for saying that. I'll kill you. I'll kill you for saying that Lucy doesn't care." "Bugger," Rodolphus said sarcastically. Rabastan burst into tears. "Get out of my way and just let me see Bellatrix," growled Rodolphus. Rabastan fled, still crying. Bellatrix slipped in. "You think I love you, Roddy?" she asked, smirking. "Yes. You do love me, Bella." Rodolphus wasn't willing to fight Bellatrix, but his voice was slightly more defiant than usual. "Do you really think I love you? Well, you're wrong. I don't love you, you deluded bastard. I love the Dark Lord."
Bellatrix was tired of her old games with him, tired of his delusions, tired of taking responsibility for his insanity. She could put a stop to it all, she had her dagger, she could just kill him.
But no, better to let him down hard, to tell him the truth, to explain to him one last time, to see the hurt in his eyes....and then she would leave him to suffer for a night, alone, and then she would come for him and kill him. She was drifting off into these fantasies when Rodolphus spoke to her.
God, she hated that voice, always cutting into her fantasies, always trying to make her believe in it...but she wouldn't believe.
"Bella. Listen to me. Are you okay? Are you alive? Bella, please wake up." Rodolphus was pulling on her arm now. "No. Go away, Roddy." Bellatrix jerked his hand away. It was so soft, so SQUISHY. Nothing like the Dark Lord's.
"Bella. You're going crazy, Bella. You love me. The Dark Lord is distant from all of us. You love me. Come back to me, Bella. Please, please come back to me, Bella." Rodolphus was trying to force himself into her field of vision...But she would not succumb.
This was not going as well as she had hoped. He was not hurt by it; he simply refused to believe in it.
"No, idiot. I. Am. Leaving. You. You love me. I love the Dark Lord. You don't have the brains to fight me. I'm leaving you. You're pathetic, you know. Go marry some stupid prostitute, for all I care." She shoved him back.
Rabastan buried his face in the pillow. It was so soft, so squishy...There went his pleasure.
Rodolphus was with Bellatrix, then. All his work was for nothing. Rodolphus didn't have the brains to run the place and Bellatrix would never let Rabastan do it.
The woman was a sadist, a psychotic, an obsessive servant...Wait, obsessive servant? He reached into the mahogany box by his bed. Inside it Lucy was cushioned by a plush emerald velvet lining.
He needed her; he needed his beloved frying pan. She had belonged to his mother. His beloved mother Cordelia had left him something.
It was only a frying pan, but a frying pan could be a real treasure. Lucy was the soul of his dear dead mother in metal. He had loved her, so he loved Lucy.