Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The man, or some would say monster that was known as Lord Voldemort was in a horrible frame of mind as he arrived on the grounds of Malfoy Manor with a young girl in his arms. Looking down at his new prisoner as he walked, Voldemort noticed a striking resemblence to another red-haired girl who was unfortunate enough to stand on the wrong end of his wand. He noticed the girl's hair was straight and long like that dirty muggle Lily Potter's was, but her facial structure was slightly different.

Thank Salazar for that! If she looked too much like that thrice damned thorn in my side, I would have probably killed her immediately!

After opening the front doors with a wave of his hand, he was greeted by a paler than normal Narcissa Malfoy.

"Where is Lucius my Lord?"

"Your fool of a husband managed to get himself captured!" he spat at her.

"Captured my Lord?!" asked a stunned Narcissa Malfoy.

"Yesss, captured," he hissed at her and noticed a trembling house-elf hiding behind the Malfoy matriarch's robes.

"Elf, I want you to take my young charge here to my chambers, and get her cleaned up!" he snapped at the disgusting creature.

"At once my Lord," squeaked the elf and with a small pop, the elf and the girl were gone, so he once again turned his attention to Narcissa.

"Where is your sister Narcissa?"

"I don't know my Lord, you are the only one I have seen return," replied Narcissa.

"I saw her floo at the Ministry, so I know she is here!" he snapped at her, quickly growing weary of the idiot woman.

"I don't know my Lord, I haven't seen her," replied a now shaking Narcissa Malfoy.

"No matter, I will find her," he hissed, and was about to go in search of his only remaining servant, but was stopped short by a trembling voice.

"My Lord, forgive me but who is that young girl you brought with you?"

That insolent, nosey woman actually has the nerve to question me?!

"That is none of your concern Narcissa," he told her quietly, but anyone who looked could see rage in his eyes.

With that reply, Narcissa finally seemed to realize she had stepped over the line and immediately dropped to her knees to beg forgiveness, but when she got the courage to look up, the Dark Lord was gone.

With every step he took, Lord Voldemort felt his rage increase. It seemed no good ever came out of the witches he surrounded himself with, and already he was starting to feel slightly paranoid about the one he had just added to the fold. As soon as he has finished with Bellatrix, Voldemort decided he needed to go to his chambers and find out her identity. As of right now, he really didn't know what he was going to do with her. Actually, the reason he had abducted her was because of his rage at the failed mission, and also he knew it would cause pain to that crooked-nosed old fool.

Being so lost one's thoughts while walking can be dangerous however, and that was almost proven when he almost walked right into the door that led to the Lestrange's wing of the Manor. After looking around quickly to make sure that nobody had seen that embarrasing situation, he quickly stormed into the room to find Bellatrix sobbing on the floor.

Looking down on her, Voldemort almost felt pity for the crying woman, because he knew the disaster at the Ministry really wasn't her fault but she was the only Death-Eater around who he could take his rage out on.

It seemed to take her a moment to realize he was there, but when she did, Bellatrix immediately crawled towards him on her knees to kiss the hem of his robes.

"Master, please forgive me!" sobbed Bellatrix. "It wasn't my fault!"

He, however was not interested in hearing her sniveling apologies. Voldemort let her go on for a few moments more before he suddenly erupted and kicked her off of him.

"Stand up Bella," he hissed at her.

"Master, please!" begged Bellatrix.

"I said STAND UP!" he screeched, and pointed his wand at her, using a spell to force Bellatrix to a standing posistion.

"I'm disappointed in you Bella," he hissed at her in a voice that was as cold as a winter's chill. "All the work and preparation I put into this, and my loyal followers let a few school children thwart my plans."

At this point, Bellatrix was even more of a sobbing mess. She could live with her master punishing her, and she could even live with her husband once again suffering in Azkaban, but her beloved master being disappointed in her was too much to bear.

"Perhaps after this little dose of pain, you will be able to perform next time," he spat at her and raised his wand with a sadistic smile on his face. "Crucio!"

After about twenty minutes of the Cruciatus, and a few other curses, the Dark Lord decided he was in a much better frame of mind. He could always recruit of course, and the idea of new blood in his ranks was sounding better and better. Maybe drawing in the younger generation would tip the balance in his favor?

With new schemes going through his twisted mind, Voldemort finally halted his torture on a screaming Bellatrix, so he could pay his new guest a visit.