Should Have Been Mine
Bellatrix/Voldemort
Her eyes had been wide the first time she had laid eyes on him, sitting regally in his throne, conducting court just the way she had imagined in her dreams. She had dressed up for the occasion, her black hair loose in regal waves that trailed down her back, hands clutching the material of her navy-blue dress, stomach awash with nerves.
Her father had smiled softly, proudly at her as she had marched, head held high, up to the Dark Lord, capturing his red gaze with her dark eyes. She had curtseyed, dipping low, still with her eyes on him.
He was just like she imagined. "Perfect," she breathed out. He laughed softly, before leaning forward, cupping her face in his hands. She shuddered.
He ran his fingers over her face, testing the softness of her cheeks. A finger came to rest on her lips, and daringly, shockingly, she pressed a soft kiss to it, eyes still trained on him, waiting for his reaction.
And he just nodded, apparently pleased by her actions. "Perfect," he called out to her father, mirroring her earlier words. "Perfect," he whispered to her, making her bob her head in thanks, smiling at the thought.
Then his wand-tip had been on her arm, and she had been branded. The pain didn't seem to register in her head, as she watched him.
Perfect.
Her Tom...
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