Disclaimer: I don't own most of the characters I am using, only Dinah. It's all in my head if I think I do, and my heads not the law, so whatever it says is wrong. The influences on my story come from various and brilliant authors so if you've got a problem, let me know and I'll see what can be done.

Second: The title of this belongs to me and to me alone...unless some author has used it without my knowledge.

Fourth: Passion, when translated from the original Aramaic means suffering...take note for the word is used in my story.

Black Eyes Burning

Her black hair was streaming behind her in a ribbon of velvet night, and her eyes, darker than obsidian held the promise of one thing, and one thing only. Death. Her face, hardly beautiful, yet strangely alluring, was held stiff, as if carved out of stone centuries before. If one were to describe her, one might say she was timeless...timeless, but not a timeless beauty. Her face, her high forehead, the angular planes of her jaw line and cheek, the eyes, black as they were, burning with an inner fire...or a desire... were far from perfect. Mainly from the vicious scar, starting at the tip of her left eyebrow, and falling, jaggedly, across her face to the right corner of her mouth. And yet, she maintained a curious hold over most men.

And not just men, but creatures of the night, underworld figures, symbols of evil personified. No. It was all creatures that found her forcibly irresistible. There was a strange kind of magnetism about her. Some might call it animal magnetism, but she was no animal. Nor was she a human. She had faerie blood flowing strongly in her body. Her face was testament to that.

A small animal was on her shoulder now, digging its vicious talons into her supple shoulder muscles... an arm void of anything but muscle. A high cold screech echoed from the creature, and a resounding echo of it fell from the woman's lips. Blood formed on the woman's shoulder, her sacred life force welling up in crimson droplets. Her mysterious face turned toward the leathery wings perched at her shoulder and the beady black eyes staring blindly into her own. The vampire bats small black face glared cruelly back into hers, and the claws dug even deeper into her shoulder. The malicious joy that spread across her scarred face was more frightening than the times that they were in, and her aura suddenly seemed dead. Life drained from her face and the deep red of her lips faded to a pale white, her skin almost lucid in the darkness of the cavern she stood in.

A whip of Sand fell across her body and suddenly she wasn't there any more, the only remaining thing of her presence a feeling of doom permeating the air.

VOLDEMORT POV:

"You made it. How nice of you to join our little meeting Dinah." The venom that dripped from these words was injurious. "Of course, Lord, I would not deign to keep you waiting too long." The answering venom in the woman' voice was greeted with a shocked silence from the previously murmuring hooded figures.

The cold, cruel eyes, red as Uluru, appraised the woman in black coldly. She was the only one that Lord Voldemort ever took such insolence from.

"To business. Harry has once more evaded capture. Dinah, if you would care to digress through your memory to three hours ago?"

"Certainly Lord Voldemort," the sarcasm in her voice was evident, and the bat upon her shoulder gave a blood-curdling screech as she stroked the silken fur at its neck. "Master Potter thought it wise to bring back-up of 32 wizards. All members of the Order in fact. I would remind all of you Death Eaters that I am not as proficient in the art of kidnap as you are, and I beg your patience in my learning of it. You are well aware also, of my lack of appearing without some recognition."

At these words she pulled back the shroud across her face, and the men assembled gave a gasp that she had heard from them on many an occasion.

"As can be seen, I am no longer the elegant beauty of ages past. I was recognisable even then. Now...even more so. As I was saying, as my proficiency has not increased beyond the kidnap of a small kitten, I was unable to spirit him away as planned."

"Surely you could have resorted to Avada Kedavra?"

She recognised Lucius's voice from the other side of the circle.

"No I could not. I wanted to save that unsavoury duty for our dear Master here."

Voldemort's eyes flashed in danger, and Lucius took an audible step back.

"Still scared of your superiors I see Malfoy!" Her voice held an unmistakable torment. "No, The Lord will want that happy pleasure."

"Very well, Lucius, take Crabbe and Goyle with you, and follow him WITHOUT BEING SEEN! The rest of you, to your duties." Voldemort's red eyes flashed, and each of the men and women about him vanished with muffled pops."

When they were alone Dinah threw back her cloak of black and spread wings leathery as her bats out wide. Voldemort's red eyes burned longingly as he said,

"How long has it been?" His voice strangely husky, Voldemort was visibly shaking.

Tossing back her black hair and baring small fangs she delicately shifted the black leather top she was wearing, and said,

"Only a few months."

"Surely no more is necessary? You feel it as acutely as I."

"Yes"

Suddenly they were wrapped about each other in an unmistakable embrace. Nails and teeth clawing and biting, blood being drawn form pale limbs, and husky voices raised in passion, Dinah moaned the words of her ancient spell,

"May child be born, evil complete,

Its heart a frozen shard of ice,

Power of parent flowing free,

Eyes burning black to willingly entice!"

"What?"

"Nothing...it's nothing."

Okies. Watcha think of the changes? I know it's a bit different. I took a couple of hints wink wink, nudge nudge ;). Please comment.