Bellatrix looked into the mystical mirror. She saw herself. He stood behind her. Her Lord...Her Master...His spidery fingers ran through her hair, and his face nuzzled against her neck. She swore she felt him, but looked beside her and saw nobody. She looked back in the mirror. And there they were again.
Her Master then took her in his arms, and kissed her as though she were the most precious, beautiful thing in the wide world. Bellatrix sunk to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her heart ached for him. And she wished she could spend the rest of her life in front of that mirror. What harm would it do? For she was already mad.
"I love you." she choked out, looking into his menacing, red eyes with her hand pressed to the glass.