Another fanfiction by me. Wow, 3 fanfics in one day. I still need to post the Fred and George Save the World fanfiction…I want to post 5 fanfics because 5 is my lucky number…oh well. Enjoy. It's about…I have no idea.
Fear. That is what she felt as she gazed at him. Yet in a horrified fascination, she stepped closer to him. "You'll be alright," she whispered. "I'm…I'm here for you." He snorted. "Yeah right!" he cried. He punched the young pianist, who shrunk back in a corner. "YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME!" he shouted. "CAN'T YOU FEEL MY STRENTH!" The pianist gasped. "Y-yes, sir, yes, Tom, Tom Riddle…"
He straightened. "My name…" he whispered, furiously. "Is Lord Voldemort." The pianist flinched. "Voldemort…" she muttered. "I…"
She was deeply in love with him, but he didn't care. He had once loved her too, but, blinded by his own power, let his heart melt for evil.
Her name was Belletrix. She was a whitch and a pianist. She could make keys move without touching them. She played for Tom, when he let her.
Voldemort glared at her. "You will serve me, stupid girl!" he hissed. He smacked her. Belletrix gasped for breath. "You will kill all I tell you to! You will even kill your family members for me!"
"No, no!" Belletrix moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tom, I loved you! Don't hurt me!" Tom sneered. "Well, that's too bad, isn't it, rat," he growled. "You won't resist me." Belletrix began to screech in pain as Voldemort cried, "Crucio!"
His spell was a direct hit. It hit her hands. That spell mortally damaged her hands. She wasn't able to play piano anymore.
"Tom…" she whispered. "Please…stop…" Finally, he stopped. Voldemort's eyes glowed red as Bellatrix stood up. Clutching her hands and shaking, Belletrix moved towards him. "I…I will serve you, my lord," she murmured. "Please…don't hurt me anymore."
Voldemort smirked. "Good," he hissed. "Now leave my sight." He disappeared. Belletrix collapsed to the floor, feeling broken. Am I just a puppet? She wondered, her tears hitting the stone dungeon floor. Is Voldemort controlling me?
Belletrix stared at her hands. Maybe…if I serve him…she thought. He will revive my hands! Yes! He must! He once said he loved me. Once he says that, there's no going back. He does love me. I know he does.
And so, that was how Belletrix turned evil.
I was feeling tragic for some reason. I watched a documentary on 9/11. After this, I'm going to post my "Fred and George Save the World" fanfiction. No copying my ideas. Or else.
-Grey-Dawn55
