Disclaimer obviously I do not own Harry Potter

After spending so long reading fan fiction's particulary Bellamort ones I thought it was time for me to finally write one. Thank you so much Faerie Princess of Doom for betaing and inspiring me.

A woman's wedding is meant to be the happiest day of her life. Where every eye is meant to be on her while her smile lights up the entire room. Yet Bellatrix Black was never a normal woman. It was not to be the happiest day of her life.

She sits, in her white, floor length wedding dress. After spending hours getting fussed over by almost everyone from her mother to her uncle she wasn't the happiest person in the world. That's not to say that it was an arranged marriage. Of course not. Instead her future marriage was based on her head not her heart, just the way all good decisions should be. She wanted a man to tick off all her boxes. They needed to get on reasonably well (can't have too much of an unhappy marriage), be attractive (after all she needed an attractive arm to hang on and attractive heirs), be wealthy and of course be of pure blood.

Luckily for Miss Black she was able to find such a man, Rodolphus Lestrange. She had known him all her life and they had even dated for a period at Hogwarts. Yet he would never measure up to her other choice. A sigh escapes those lips heavily coated (by her mother's insistence).

This seems to be just the cue the other younger blonde girl wanted. Diving up out of her crimson plush chair and throwing herself across the velvet carpet in earnest. Her girlishly innocent voice echoes around the wide open room as she rushes out, "Oh come on, Bella, it can't be that bad. You are getting married!"

"Cissy a marriage isn't the be-all and end-all. Besides I never said it was a bad thing," Her voice echoing through the room for the first time in an hour, her voice is in stark contrast to that of her younger sister

"At least she's stopped jumping around at the thought of marriage," Interrupts another voice in the entrance of the door. That of a tall brunette with her appearance marking her as the third member of the Black sisters

"We can only hope she doesn't again. I wouldn't want to be Lucius." She replies with a hint of a smile. With Narcissa's blush she had effectively diverted the attention from her impending matrimony.

She wasn't really upset. No it was more likely she was feeling neutral about the whole situation. Odd, but then again Bella was hardly normal. Unless you considered normal behavior as killing Mudbloods and sleeping with another man on the night before her wedding. Now that brought a smile to her face; in fact, the first of the day.

"So Dromeda, how are things going downstairs?"

"Perfect - it was our mothers work after all. Everyone seems to be there as well."

"And who would everyone be?" the brides eyes suddenly being truly interested in the conversation for the first time. Her dark eyes adopting a slight gleam.

"The usual. Why who else did you expect?"

"No one," she replied quickly. Yet it didn't seem to have convinced Andromeda as her brow creased slightly in concern.

Thankfully however for the bride the wooden door opens again. This time revealing the high cheekbones covered by small locks of the girl's father's dark hair. Ever the dutiful daughter, she rises without being requested to. She faces her fate straight backed with her chin up. Not flinching in her step even as she passes each black headed portrait nodding their head in approval. Down the stairs, her hands slid softly down the banister as she makes her descent. Until she enters the entrance hall. Her eyes glued onto the door that will be the place of her fate. Its pristine wooden surface interrupted only by the silver snake shaped door knocker gleaming in the afternoon light.

Then the traditional wedding march sounds inside that door, signalling that it's time. Her father takes her arm and she walks.

However her eyes are not focusing on the ceremony's glamorous surroundings. Nor on her mother. Nor even her future husband. They are darting around the room, her dark eyes searching. Yet it seems she does not find what she seeks. Finally reaching the man she is to marry she grasps his hand as is expected. The ceremony begins. There she focuses on him, ever the dutiful daughter.

Until her vows begin to approach. Then she begins her search again. More furious this time. She seems desperate to find what she is searching for. Then her eyes catch something at the back.

There in the shadows a figure stands. Tall, thin, covered completely in black. Squinting, all she can see is a patch of white and red eyes gleaming through the darkness of his hood.

It's Him! Her heart leaps! He came!

Then a squeeze on her hand. Then an old voice most definitely not the one she wants to hear begins, "Do you Bellatrix Black take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

This is it! Her eyes dart back to him. With those red eyes meeting her black ones. Then a small nod. Then there is her answer.

"I do." Her voice replies. Her eyes never leaving his. Those thin lips move up in what some may consider a harsh or kind smile. However for her it is enough. She smiles, lighting up the entire room. With her now new husband echoing the expression.

Though it was not meant for him. It never was.

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