Her body lay cold and crumpled and broken on the cold marble floor. Stiff limbs were splayed as the ghost of her last laugh still lifted the corners of her mouth, she would forever be frozen that way. Her eyes had glazed over with the cold mist of death and her body had lost all of its previous warmth. Her master, her Lord was in a battle to the death only metres away, his eyes were burning with fury. After he killed Potter he would take down the Weasley matriarch, that bitch that thought she could kill his Bella, his warrior. She was and always had been his best deatheater. She had been fearsome and extremely talented, her maniacal fanaticism meant she would never betray him. He had not loved her, he had never loved anyone but himself, but Bellatrix, she had been there for him since he started.
Bellatrix had been his constant companion since she was of age, they had never been lovers, they had never been in love, but still they had a bond that no-one could understand. He expected more from her, he punished her more harshly than anyone else because he knew she was better than the rest of them, and so did she. Bellatrix had been special, ruthless, she inexplicably glowed while still managing to radiate darkness, she wasn't perfection but was still perfect. She was his last and best lieutenant. She was the closest thing to a friend that he ever had. And now she was dead.
He had always wanted to live forever, he had always seen himself as the only thing in the world worth being there. But now it came down to it, now that he was facing Potter and one of them would have to die, he felt calm, yet raging with anger, half of him wanted revenge and the other half just wanted to join Bella. Bellatrix. Belle. His warrior. His beauty. Now that she was gone, was there really any point?
As his own spell shot towards him he had more than enough time to think through his decision, he had more than enough time to move, but he did not. Before it hit him there was a lot running through his head, memories, not exactly fond, not filled with happiness, but dark excitement and thrill, as was their dark world. Now she was gone what was the point, she was no longer of this world did he really want to rule it anymore? No. No he did not. Lord Voldemort crumpled to the floor, his face snakelike and clammy, red eyes showing neither fear nor anger anymore. What was there to be angry for? He had lived his life, fought for his cause, and now. Now he was going to spend eternity with his Bella. Eternity was not long enough. His last sight was of the still sparkling night sky that was the ceiling and he couldn't help but think of what a beautiful place it was. What a beautiful place to be with friends.
In his last moments he was free, he was human for just a second and he was free, he cared for another human being more than his own life and that freed him, body mind and what was left of his shredded soul.