Hello, all! I am Most Faithful Death Sncker. I am a Bellamort shipper. But this story is more Tomatrix cause it deals with Tom Riddle and Bellatrix, as opposed to Voldemort.
So... I hope you like my story! Please review, it doesn't take that long to type up a little something and as I am a new author I would appreciate a little comment. No flames please, and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism only. Thanks for clicking!
His dark brown eyes opened at the sound: three sharp raps on the door. His eyes, ordinarily red, slit-like openings, transfigured as was the rest of his body and face, back to its original, handsome human self for this special occasion with Bellatrix. He looked down at Bellatrix, her face frozen in fear. "Bella...?" he questioned dangerously.
"My- my Lord! The enchantments, I put them up myself, as you suggested, so we would not be disturbed! " said Bella anxiously, the wild look of Azkaban creeping back into her eyes for a moment as sometimes happened still, stroking her hand once again along his prominent jaw line, in an attempt to soothe the storm of anger that she was certain would be unleashed at her at any moment. But, alas, she was mistaken, and it seemed as though Voldemort had found at last that love is stronger then any magic.
Despite this, however, or perhaps because of it, he took a moment to calm himself and remember that regular wizards, regular people, did not explode with anger when their lover's enchantments failed to ward off an intruder, particularly when that lover still harbored a certain amount of fear for the wizard in question. "Don't fret, my beautiful Bella; I am certain your magic would be quite capable of warning away the common intruder. It must be a powerful witch or wizard to have gotten through your protective spells. Get up and see who our visitor is, if you will. If it is one of my former followers, bearing incredibly important news to call at this hour... and under these... conditions..." he stroked her face with his hand, causing her to close her eyes in ecstasy, "then let them in briefly, to tell me what it is they need speak so urgently to me about. If not... You know what to do."
"Yes, my Lord," murmured Bella, pleased at his words and actions, but disturbed that someone had come through her warning hexes and shields unannounced. She extracted herself from the blankets and from him, picked her robes up from their haphazard position on the floor and prepared to pull them on over her head. She looked at him from the side of the bed and said, "My Lord, I think it would be wise to hide your face from the intruder, at least until we are certain they understand your current position and and we know they are not from the Ministry."
"As always, Bella, you are right. Go greet out guest, and I will take care of that. And please," he added, his voice low and pleasant, not high and cold as it had been for the past twenty years, "do not call me 'My Lord' or 'Lord Voldemort' anymore. I've told you, I am Tom Riddle once again."
"No, you aren't!" said Bellatrix, casting her robes aside. "Not to me, anyway."
"Well, who am I then, to you?" he asked, a little surprised, but knowing what she might say next.
She kneeled down on the side of the bed, facing him. "Tommy," she said, smiling mischievously. He smiled back, leaned toward her, and sliding one hand around her waist, pulled her slender figure up against his muscular form and kissed her, fiercely, greedily seeking, pulling, biting. She kissed back, both of them lost in each others embrace. Tom pushed Bella on her back, stomach up, and he lay on top of her. Slowly, carefully, he slid into her, and Bella's eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. She held him more tightly than she ever had before, and could not help but wonder that it was the Dark Lord who was actually inside of her, that it was she who he had chosen.
Then a knock came from the door again, this time more urgently: apparently whoever stood outside it was growing impatient of waiting outside in the cold early March air. Tom drew himself as quickly as he could out of Bella.
Tom and Bellatrix broke apart, Bella's red, swollen lips parted sadly in disappointment. Tom pressed his lips against her forehead and held her head to his chest. "It's alright, Bella," he said, "We will continue later, once this horrifically rude person has left and we are alone again. For now, you had better let them in, for having been powerful enough to get past your enchantments they may very well be capable of doing us great harm."
Bella nodded slowly and got up, pulling her robes on over her head, and then walking swiftly to the door, straightening her clothes as she went. "Who are you, how did you get past the enchantments, and why are you here?" she called through it.
"I need to speak to the Dark Lord and I was told he would be here," said a cool, female voice from outside the door.
Bella glanced nervously back at Riddle, who nodded. "You are correct, the former Dark Lord is here. But you have not answered my questions, and who told you he was here?"
"Are you him?" asked the voice.
"Does it sound to you as though I am?"
"Then you have no need to know. Is the Dark Lord in there or not, and may I speak with him?" said the voice, obviously growing impatient.
"Open the door, Bella, and let our guest in," said Voldemort from the sitting room, so that his voice carried to the person on front step and Bella at last consented to let them in.
She took out her wand and waved it at the door, undoing several enchantments she had placed there earlier, then undoing the many actual locks, finally opening the door to an exceptionally beautiful young witch with a pale, oval face and short blond hair that just reached her shoulders. She had clear, light gray eyes that seemed to sparkle in the little light streaming through the cracked door, and thin full that were currently clenched around chattering pearly-white teeth.
Bellatrix stood aside and silently gestured through the door. The witch stepped through it, not even acknowledging that she stood there. Bellatrix bit back an angry retort, knowing that if the witch did anything to harm her, Tom's magical skills had not diminished at all with the disappearance of his snakelike appearance and the gain of his new outlook on Muggles and the Wizarding World.
Closing the door and locking it after a quick, nervous look outside, Bella performed the spells she had recently undone and followed the witch to the sitting room where the former Voldemort sat, the hood of a long cloak obscuring his face.
"Come in, sit down, you must be freezing after that long wait in the cold! Do you fancy a butterbeer? Some firewhisky, perhaps?" As he said the name of each, he waved his wand and several bottles appeared as if out of thin air and poured their contents into glasses that appeared with another wave of the wand.
"Yes, thank you, something warm would be welcome," said the mysterious witch stiffly, sitting down on the edge of the couch and taking the glass that floated toward her in her hand, "But I can't stay long."
Bella sat down in one of the armchairs near Tom and taking her glass, confronted the woman: "Now, who are you and why are here?"
At last she looked at Bellatrix and spoke to her, saying, "I won't tell you who I am, only that I am a former Death Eater and remain loyal to the Dark Lord," she said. "But I will tell you why I am here: You are in terrible danger, my Lord, and if you are Bellatrix Lestrange," she nodded at Bellatrix, "then you both are in danger."
"And if we are in such danger, why have you not warned the Dark Lord and I before now?" said Bella.
"Better late than never, I suppose..." said Riddle "But still I wonder, if you are a former Death Eater why do I not recognize you?"
"I do not know, my Lord. I can only say that my hair was shorter and my appearance younger the last time you saw me," replied the blonde witch in such a casual tone that Bellatrix made an angry noise of disbelief that one could speak to Lord Voldemort without the utmost respect and gratitude for him and for being recognized by such a powerful wizard.
Riddle scrutinized the stranger for a moment, then said, "Ah, yes, dear Verity, how wonderful to see you again! Your supply of Shield Cloaks and Decoy Detonators and Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder proved so useful."
"I still hold my position at Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, should you require more," said Verity.
"Yes, I will remember that, thank you," said Riddle, laughing.
"So that's why you're here, then? To tell us we're in danger of running out of joke shop novelties?" said Bellatrix, her anger flaring at once. "Or are you ever going to tell us what danger we are in?"
"No, you're quite right," said Verity. "The Ministry has guessed at your location, and they've actually got it right. They know you'll have spells up making it so they can't Apparate here, so they're sending a team of Aurors by broomstick, led by the 2nd-in-Chief of the Auror department, Nymphadora Lupin-"
"That BITCH!" interrupted Bellatrix. "I spare her sorry little ass in the Battle of Hogwarts and this is how she repays me?!"
"Well actually the Ministry's about to pass a bit of anti-werewolf legislation that will require all werewolves to basically live in a sort of Ministry-run prison where they won't 'pose as much a danger to society.' They're holding it over her head so she'll come after you two."
"Sure, save her half-breed husband from imprisonment rather than save two innocent lives from the death sentence," mumbled Bellatrix.
"No, Bella, we're only partially innocent," said Riddle. "And how do you know the inner workings of the Auror office, Verity?"
"My boss, George Weasley, holds me in high confidence and he's a mate of the... er- the head of the Auror Department, who's being forced to hold the werewolf legislation over Lupin's head," said Verity quickly, catching herself from saying the name mid-sentence.
Tom Riddle choked on his firewhisky, and Bellatrix quickly stood with a worried look and said "Anapneo," pointing her wand at his throat. Once she had cleared his airway, he asked in disbelief through watering eyes, "Harry Potter?"
So that's the first chapter! I hoped you like it and I have another one ready, but only if I get lots of reviews. I'm serious. Well only partially but still, please R&R!
GO BELLAMORT!!!!
adios, amigos!