Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

AN: Written for my best friend Callie for a Christmas present that I am posting early due to that fact I am suffering from some medical issues and I have no idea how much time I will have to post/write things in the next few weeks.


Bellatrix sat on the cold hard floor with her eyes firmly fixed to the grey wall. The Dark Lord was angry and for the time being it wasn't at her, but Bellatrix knew it was only a matter of time before he took that anger out on her. All of them had failed their mission, but she was the only one still free so logically she was the only one he could punish for it.

As the Dark Lord paces the room, she can feel his rage building and knows that soon she will feel only pain. She can handle pain its one of the first things the Dark Lord taught her.

It was the knowledge of knowing that she had disappointed the one person she loved that really hurt her. She was nothing to him as mad as she was after years in Azkaban, she knew that, but it still didn't change how she felt towards him.

If she died, he'd mourn the loss of a good fighter, but nothing more and she was fine with that. Bellatrix's only source of sadness was knowing that she had failed him.


AN2: I made it as angsty as I could because I know you hate Fluff Callie, Happy Christmas.