Title: The Mystery Woman

Summary: Two of Wizarding Britain's complete opposites share a secret. What happens when/if word ever gets out? And how did this come to be? That the darkest wizard of all time and the light's Gryffindor Princess have a link? Is all as portrayed to the outside world as it seems? What's running on the inside? Dark, secrecy, love, testing, loyalty, and character bashing – all in store.

Authors Note: So what do you do when you've been told to take sick leave? Sign up and write fan fiction of course :) Hope you all enjoy my first attempt at writing. Plenty of chapters to come.

Beta: Microsoft Word and me. Not sure if this is a good combination or not, but will give it a go and see how things flow. Blame it on word if there's any mistakes, it's correcting me. Hehe.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the world of Harry Potter and company.


Bellatrix Point of View.

He's been acting weird lately. Weird as in, his appearances have been less and less and the mark has barely moved. Meaning barely any of us have been called for a meeting. It is unsettling to say the least. I haven't been called either, much to my disappointment.

I love my master more than my own husband. I only married Rodolphus to appease my father and upper our alliances. It was a good match I couldn't deny that. But we shared no love for each other, other than mild respect.

My father and my master are the only two men I would allow to command me. Now it's just the Dark Lord, who hasn't called me to his bed for years, and I'm starting to feel antsy and impatient. I want him, god yes, in more ways than one. I want that man, and despite the rumours, he is all man.

I need him like I need air to breath, he is my love, and my whole life has been dedicated to him. But I have a very bad feeling, and one I don't like at all. But I'm not sure if I want to even admit this feeling out loud in my own thoughts, the correct wording of course.

I have no proof either and despite people thinking I'm crazy, I'm not. I just know what I want and go for it and more often than not get my own way! Even my Lord is freer with me than any of his other followers or dog's as I like to call them secretly.

He despises and loves me all at once. I am the only one that can resist his punishments, but he knows me disappointing him is more than enough punishment for me than a cruciatus curse. Seeing the disappointment in his red/green eyes is enough to literally kill me.

If there is another in his life, and I hate sharing. I have two men in my life, and Rod knows I'll kill any bitch that dares enters our marriage bed. Despite not loving each other, the sex is good, and I know Rod is pleased the dark lords attention has wavered from me.

The gossip amongst others is he's found a new interest he's investigating before he shares his new discovery with his inner circle and me. The other rumour I do not wish to say aloud. I have been tempted to call him myself and demand to know where we stand, but stop myself last minuet; finger hovering over the mark. Stroking it instead.

I will not allow all my training and resistance to be swept away by curiosity and un-accurate gossip. I will not be dragged down. I will stay strong and loyal to him, no matter what it is… well maybe depending on what it is that has taken his attention away from me.

I hope it's not true, I really do. I don't think I could handle it. I may live up to how wizarding Britain views me if this is the case… NO DON'T THINK THOSE THOUGHTS BELLA.

He loves you and only you. You are the only woman he's bedded in years. You are his favorite follower, you sit by his right hand side, and you alone have experienced more than any other has ever had the pleasure to feel and behold within their grasp.

He would never degrade you to… NO, NO, NO! Damn it. Fucking Parkinson and Greengrass women, planting silly thoughts in my head. Why Cissia insists on inviting those woman to tea's I've no idea. They'd be burned off of my list if I was lady of that manor.

But sadly, I don't live the luxurious lifestyle my beloved sister does, and she'll do what she want's like she always has done. She betrayed father by marrying Lucius, instead of Rabastan, my husband's twin brother. I became the favorite sister, and inherited his will when bless his soul he died.

Now these are thought's I'd much rather think about than the path they were previously going down. DON'T GO BACK THEIR BELLATRIX LESTRANGE… NO LADY VOLDEMORT. As I like to think of myself sometimes in private.

Sigh. A girl can only dream… I guess I will just have to sit patiently and wait. Or I could write a letter… but would he even read it? Depending on where he is? What mission he's on? I wish he'd invite me.

I miss the old times, the adventures, his teachings. He's the only one that truly understands me and I him. We are a perfect match, but he can't seem to see that. NO Bella, he does see that his mind has just been preoccupied with other things, like finding ways of destroying the meddlesome, rule breaking order and picking the ministry off bit by bit and causing destruction.

But none of that's been happening as of late… A little voice in the back of my mind whispered back.

I reducto the fire place, just as I felt my left arm sting, which was more of a pleasurable feeling for me, or so I've taught myself to believe. I don't bow down to pain, or cringe like the others. I live to feel this, I live for him, and him alone, and to feel that mark move on my arm, felt like pure heaven.

It felt ironic, that after thinking all of this, then blasting the fire place out of annoyance… he'd call.

I hope it's just me.


Hmmm... Sounds like someone's a bit obsessed. Lol

See you all very soon.
The Nomadic Lady.