A/N: The title (Intellexit) means understands in Latin. It takes place after the battle at the ministry.This is my first fanfic so please be nice. Please R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character from Harry Potter
Her blood pumped quickly through her veins. 'Why?' she thought as she paced a five meter circle into the colonnade of Malfoy Manor. Nothing seemed right to her at this moment in time. There was an emotion stirring in her blood, and emotion she had not felt in years. Confusion. Far too many things had happened that evening to sort through.
First the triumph of finally seeing the traitor finally die. The vacant look on his face as he passed through the veil. The shock that the Potter boy had actually tried to use the cruciatus curse on her. Most of all was the utter humiliation of having the Dark Lord arrive at the ministry when they had not acquired the prophecy, and having him save her.
This last act was definitely the lowest point of her life. It was a disgrace, an utter humiliation on the name of Black. Yet some how she felt a twinge of something. This came from the fact that Voldemort had cared enough to save her. This was foolish thinking she told her self. He had done it because she was simply a part of his plan, nothing more. Yet there was still something stirring at the back of her dark mind. She searched her mind to hold onto this thought yet every time she reached out to grab the thought it would move as if tossed by the gentle breeze that was playing with her tangled hair. This loss of thought only caused her more confusion and self-hatred for being so weak.
She needed something to distract her emotions and found something walking timidly down the colonnade towards her. A small house elf came down the cold marble covered courtyard. She smiled evilly to herself as the creature slowly approached bearing a nervous expression. She stopped her pacing and sent a curse towards it with a sharp flick of her wand. She watched transfixed as the house elf wreathed in pain as the curse caused the ends of its nerves to burn with intensity so great that the small creature let out a cry of fear and pain. Her lips turned up into a thin smirk. She lived to see others in pain and suffering. This was one of the two things that truly made her carry on with life. The other was her Lord. This sudden realization forced her to drop the curse and continue with her pacing. The house elf bowed to her out of fear and scurried down the rest of the yard to the doorway on the other side.
'Why do thoughts have to be so complex?' she thought to herself. The mark on her arm started to burn with a deep throbbing pain that she had become accustomed to. It was the Dark Lord calling her to him. Her lips twisted into what could only be considered as a smile as she turned to go back into the house. Pushing the heavy wooden door open she walked purposefully down the stone hallway that was decorated with many portraits of witches and wizards from the Malfoy family from decades past. Finally reaching the last door at the end of the hall she knocked forcefully and waited for a response from within.
'Come in Bella,' said the voice from the other side of the door. Her heart fluttered for a split second. This was the effect her pet name had over her and she wished she could be trapped in the moment for a lifetime but she quickly drew herself back to reality. Taking a long breath of the cool air in the hall she opened the door knowing that everything said to her behind it was the truth.