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Title: My Glorious Dark Sun
Author: Didget
Rating: K
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Bellatrix & Lord Voldemort
Author's Note: Meh random drabble about dark suns and all that! Enjoy! It starts when Bellatrix was in Azkaban and finishes after the battle in the seventh book.
Bellatrix was twitching, eyes darting around the room like a marble. In her ragged prison robes she seemed mad but with a grand insidious beauty which overtook your perception of her. Her once curvy, luscious body had started to fade away as a desperate hunger for her lord overtook everything else in her. She laid in a dirty, dusty cell, wearing no more than a rag of a robe, hair hanging down in heavy curly ropes.
Her eyes closed, mouth twisted into a pleased smile. She could feel him, her dark lord pushing through her mind like a book. She breathed into him, willing him to take her away if only in her mind. Almost instantly her body vibrated as her master gave her memories on which to linger… It shall be soon, his glorious voice whispered to her… just wait a little longer.
Waiting she could do, even when her body burned in longing and her mind screamed. Even when the Dementors crowded around her cell like she was a feast. She could wait… her master, her lord. He was her beautiful dark sun, streaming his glorious energy into her body and soul.
She needed him, he consumed her. She would crawl to hell and to heaven to be with him, in all his glory. But she knew he needed her here for the moment, she knew he wasn't yet solid enough to drag her away.
She could wait, hadn't she waited for eleven long years already? Hungrily her mind turned in on herself as she erotically relived her master gift. His gift to her, the only gift she had ever wanted. Her master had called, she had answered, that was how it was and how it would always be.
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Years passed, her masters voice faded in and out over time… Bellatrix waited in earnest as her saviour grow stronger and stronger. She felt his anger and his triumph and bared witness to it all.
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She was free; finally, he'd used his control over the Dementors to set her free. She could go to her dark master, in all his glory and there were no bars or barriers that would dare to separate them now.
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She fell, only just destroyed by the hundreds of deadly curses sent her way simultaneously. She left, she was gone. Lord Voldemort let out a scream of rage as his mortal half was ripped from him. They would pay, because she was gone… she was really gone, not even whisper of her voice could be heard in his mind. They would die, they would all die! His Glory filled Dark Sun had exploded… leaving only the fields of ashes to wallow in. They would die, he decided just as a killing curse was shot his way.
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He was dead, he could tell. The face of his victims surrounded him. Before they could even begin to attack, she was there. She was still an everlasting fire, burning away his ghosts and demons. She had waited, she was here, and he was also here. It didn't matter he was dead, that she was dead, they were together… two Glorious Dark Suns Sweeping the sky's forever.
Second Author's Note: THE END! Please review, even if you just wanna flame ;)
…flame… sun… get it?
…no I didn't think you did
-_- Damn