Today I'm getting married to Lord Voldemort, the dark lord. I feel like I going to puke anytime, like I have food poisoning or morning sickness. But I don't have any of those conditions, thank Merlin. Right now, I'm getting dressed. My wedding gown isn't white, but in a very pale shade of violet. It's made of the finest of goblin-made silk. I spend about a thousand Galleons on it, but no worry, it's a very small sum compared to my wealth.
You see, at eighteen, my sisters and I inherited money from our mum's side. Our mum got killed by Lord Voldemort when we were only eight, for thinking that Mudbloods should be able to attend Hogwarts. Narcissa, one of my sisters, and I don't believe in that bull. But, our sister, Andromeda, does. We disowned her when she was nineteen, when she married Ted Tonks, a Mudblood. A year later, she gave birth to that freak, Nymphadora.
Back to the wedding. The wedding march is starting. I'm shaking while dad is holding my left hand, while I have a bouquet of white roses. My Lord waits. Dad starts walking me down the aisle. When I get to my Lord, he says his vows: "Bellatrix, I will love you no matter what. Through good times and bad. And until death do us part.
I say, "Tom. I, too, will love you no matter what. Through good times and bad. And until death do us part."
The bonder, Cornelius Fudge, proclaimed, "You are now bonded for life!"
My lord lifted up my veil and gave me a kiss. I was so relieved from the nervousness.
Our castle, which is near Cardiff, was transformed into the ballroom of the year. Since Lucius knows the manager of The Weird Sisters, he arrainged for them to perform. My 16 year old daughter, Britannia, from my marriage to Snape, LOVES them. I itched my head and found a ladybug. I set it on the floor and it transformed into Rita. I asked, "Rita, what the fuck were you doing in my bloody hair?"
She answered," The ministry has a warrent for my arrest."
I said sympatheticly, "Oh my god. I know how it is in Azkabhan. It's hell."
She replied," That's why I was disguised as a ladybug."
"I'll tell you what to do. Just follow me."
She followed me to my room. I said, "Apparate to Switzerland. Then when I tell you it's okay to come back here, come back."
She then apparated out of my room. I have to stop writing. I'm almost out of ink. I'll pick some up on our honeymoon in Brazil.