"You have failed me Bella. My most loyal, my most faithful….."
"My Lord, I did not know, did not mean, I tried." She sobbed into the hem of her Master's robe.
"Get up Bella, you will be punished as and when I see fit."
He did not lie, after a few minutes of silent pacing he turned his wand on her and said almost lazily, "crucio."
His anger washed over her but she did not writhe or scream in pain. She clenched her strong jaw and bit her lip. Nobody would win over a Black. He stopped after a while; bored. She sat up.
". The dementors are ready to join our cause and Azkaban will fall." He said this indifferently, "Lucius will be punished for his mistake."
Bella looked truly afraid for the first time. "Not my sister ,please Lord." She whimpered.
"No I was not thinking of Narcissa, Bella."
"You are kind my Lord. Forgiving Lord." Bella kissed his robes again.
"We need to go. Wormtail will be wetting himself with fear." Voldemort said.
Bella sniggered, a cruel smile playing on her thin lips. Her tongue flicked over her teeth and out of her mouth, like a snake. Voldemort grabbed her and puled her roughly to her feet.
"Are you hurt Bella?" he asked.
"No, my Lord, I suffered for you." She bowed her head. This was the Bella he knew. The cruel and insane. She saw pain as beautiful; whether she was inflicting it or having it inflicted on her. It was twisted, like her, like him. Her black eyes that reminded him so much of hell met his slits and they apparated. The remainder of the death eaters and the few who had escaped the ministry stood waiting. Each fell to their knees on his entry. He supported her while he tortured them. Then he let her go and she stumbled towards her sister. Narcissa was sobbing in a corner over Lucius' unconscious body. Voldemort saw a brief look of love and worry pass over her face. Then she said something making her sister sob even more hysterically. He heard her cackle. She stood up with some difficulty and staggered back to him. Clearly she had hurt herself but that would be her trophy. Her suffering for her Lord. Her face was arrogant as she sat on the ground by his robes. Her chest rose and fell quickly. He dismissed the other death eaters and Narcissa, she alone stayed.
"What now my Lord?" she questioned bowing her head.
"We will destroy Potter. Harry has lost his godfather, he will feel alone and he will be vulnerable." He said.
Bella smiled and laughed at the memory of killing her dearest cousin Sirius Black.
Voldemort read her mind.
"You did well Bella." He praised.
"Thankyou my Lord." She bowed again and her long jet black hair covered her pale face. He pushed it back over her shoulder, she almost smiled. She looked up; her black eyes met his red slits. He kissed her, once tilting her chin towards him. Then he let her fall back to the ground. Her black robes spread around her and she pouted at him. Then without a word she apparated.
Voldemort did not hear her giggle, see her smile and touch her thin lips. He smiled arrogantly to himself. It was at that moment Bellatrix and the Dark Lord experienced what kept the other side fighting. It was then Bella realised that when it was all over, they would go on, forever. It was then he realised that she would stand with him until the end. His beautiful and insane Bella. It was then tragedy struck.