A/N- I own nothing.
Chapter 1.
A raven-haired woman wearing a low cut, short, black dress and black stilettos, walked toward Riddle Manor to see her Master. The woman was no other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Yes, the Bellatrix Lestrange. The loyal and most faithful follower of the Dark Lord. Bellatrix continued walking until she reached the tall, oak doors of the Manor. When she reached the door, she raised her pale hand and knocked on it. A few minutes after she had knocked, a short, chubby man, who resembled a rat, opened the door.
"Hello, Bellatrix." He said in a squeaky voice.
"You will not address me that way, Wormtail." Bellatrix said in a cold voice. "I am your better and you will address me as Mrs. Lestrange. Do you understand or will I have to torture some sense into you?"
"I..I..I'm sorry, Mrs. Lestrange." He stammed. "May I be of any service to you?"
"I need to see the Dark Lord." She said.
"He's upstairs." Wormtail said, still sounding frightened.
At that, she walked up the stairs to find her Master. She walked until she came to the Dark Lord's office. She knocked on the door with trembling fingers. She tried to calm herself, but she couldn't control her fright. Even though she had been working for him for four years, she still couldn't bring herself to be completely unafraid. Well, he was the greatest dark wizard that ever lived. She waited a few moments with no answer, so she turned around and began to leave. Right when she turned to walk away a voice called, "Come in."
Bellatrix slowly opened the door and found her Master sitting behind a mahogany desk. When she entered the room she quickly bowed and said, "My lord."
"You may rise, Bella." He said. She immediately rose out of her bow. "Why have you came to see me?" He said.
"I needed to speak with you about something…" She answered, trailing off into silenece. The reason she trailed off was because she had found herself gazing into his eyes. She just couldn't help herself. His dark hair, red eyes, and the radiation of power he gave off. She was thinking about how she had always wanted to run her fingers thorugh his hair and….
"What do you need to speak with me about?" He asked, snapping her back into reality.
"I wanted to talk to you about…,um, Wormtail." She lied. She didn't really need to talk to him about anything.
"Really?" He said, rising up out of his chair. He walked over to Bellatrix and stepped in front of her. "Did you really want to talk about Wormtaill?" He asked.
"No, my Lord." She responded.
"Then tell me why you came here." He said, as he stroked her face gently.
Bellatrix's eyelids fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch. "I just wanted to see you." She said nervously.
Voldemort pulled his hand away and went to sit behind his desk again. "That's not a good reason." He said coldly.
"I know, Master. I'm sorry." Bellatrix said, looking down at the floor. She looked like she was going to cry. She stood there in the middle of the room, while Voldemort studied her harshly. After a few minutes, two tears rolled down her cheeks. They weren't tears of sadness, more like tears of rejection and humiliation. She had embarrassed herself in front of her Master and he had rejected her. She would have never cried in front of anybody, but her Master. Nobody believed she could cry anyway. Everybody thought that because she enjoyed torture and killing, she had no heart. That wasn't the case for Bella. She had a heart, but she choose not to show it.
Voldemort noticed the two tears running down her cheeks. "Don't cry, Bella. It's a sign of weakness." He scolded.
"Yes, my Lord." She said, brushing the tears away with the back of her hand. She turned on her heel and began to walk out of the room.
"Wait." Voldemort said. "You don't have to leave. In fact, would you like to join me for diner? We could discuss the plans to overthrow the ministry. "
Bellatrix's face turned into an expression of shock, hapiness, and surprise at one time. She turned around and looked at the Dark Lord. "Of course I'll join you for dinner." She answered.