A/N: I know this has been a quick update and although I shall try I can't guarantee that other chapters will be uploaded as quickly. All characters belong to J.K Rowling, I own nothing, blah blah blah

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She knew that she would never find her Master in a place like this, she had known that from the moment she arrived there but she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of hope that someone out their knew something about his whereabouts when she, his most faithful, his most loyal Death Eater did not. She would get the answer out of someone, whether they wanted to tell her or not. It wouldn't be the first time the witch would have gotten information that the person had not wanted to reveal, she was rather good when it came to persuading people, one of the best in fact.

And so she walked, in a straight line through the crowds of people all celebrating the disappearance of the Dark Lord, many of them foolish enough to actually believe him to be dead. As if he, Lord Voldemort could have fallen to the power of a baby, it was ridiculous, almost as much as those who actually believed that he was gone. No one recognised the witch as she walked along and if they did they kept quiet about it. The mere fact that people thought they were safe now that he was gone brought a slight smile to the woman's lips. They weren't safe, no one was safe, safe was merely a state of mind, an illusion people dreamed up when nothing had happened in a while.

No, it didn't matter if she was the last Death Eater on earth, which walking through the crowds of chattering witches and wizards it felt like she was, no one would ever be safe again. As long as there was one person left faithful to the Dark Lord, to carry on his dream. She didn't care what it took, she didn't care if it meant sacrificing the little sanity she had left these days, if she couldn't find him she would take over his work. She would be his legacy. She alone would make sure that if he was dead, he hadn't died in vain. No one so much as glanced at the witch as she walked through the crowds in Diagon Alley looking for an Auror or anyone who would know anything. Even as powerful as she was she wouldn't dare walk down this alley under any other circumstances unless she was told to but everyone was too busy in their celebrations to notice her.

The witch's chest rose and fell steadily with each breath she took, her eyes continuously darting through the alley, looking for a familiar face. There she was, as plain as day, a familiar face. A dangerous smirk set itself on the witch's lips before she turned, redirecting her course for the witch who now had her back to Bellatrix. Walking up behind her Bellatrix put her hand on the witches shoulder before both the witches disappeared in a puff of black smoke causing a few shrieks and gasps to erupt from the crowd.

Arriving in the empty Forest of Dean Bellatrix let go of the witch before pushing her to the ground with a lazy shove. Lowering her hood, Bellatrix smirked as she watched the witch's eyes light up in surprise pulling her wand out before her victim could say or do anything.

"Longbottom," Bellatrix hissed obviously far from happy at having to get information from this source. "Where is he?" she demanded as she took a step back away from Alice Longbottom, raising her wand as she did. "ANSWER ME!" the witch shrieked, her eyes widening as she did so. "CRUCIO!"

Over the years the sounds of men and woman's screams and pleads had become somewhat natural to Bellatrix, a second language spoken only by those unfortunate enough to do something to anger the short tempered witch. There had only been a rare few occasions in which Bellatrix had had the Cruciatus curse used on herself, most occasions having been delivered by Lord Voldemort when she had done something to upset him. Although this was a very rare occurrence Bellatrix knew that she deserved everyone of her punishments and took them without screaming. It was weakness to scream when she knew she had done wrong. It wasn't easy to not make a sound when the most powerful wizard that ever lived was torturing you and much to Bellatrix's displeasure she hadn't managed to take her punishments without a sound. Each time small whimpers would escape out of the witch's lips however, never once would these whimpers turn into pleas to stop like had happened to so any other of his victims.

Despite knowing how the people she was using the spell on were feeling Bellatrix felt no pity towards them. Not once had she regretted torturing an individual and that was the same tonight. Lifting the curse off the screaming witch, Bellatrix took a step forward, her wand still raised, a reminder of what would happen if Alice weren't too cooperate and give Bellatrix the information she needed.

"I-I-I don't know anything..." Alice eventually managed to gasp out, earning no sympathy from the crazed witch before her who simply shot another Cruciatus curse at her.

"Well think! Use that brain of yours, Longbottom!" Bellatrix spat at the woman as she slowly lifted the curse again. It was quite possible that her curse was stronger tonight, it certainly felt stronger. Never had the information ever been so critical, not even when Snape had found out about the prophecy. Maybe that was the reasoning as to why her curses felt stronger, then again, maybe she was just imagining it, maybe the last piece of sanity she had had escaped her, she doubted it though.

Finally it became obvious that the witch really did know nothing about the Dark Lords disappearance and Bellatrix had no other choice but the let her go. "You are going to go to work and find out the information I need. I will be back, soon, and if you don't have my information, you will die, and it will not be pleasant, it will not be quick. It will hurt, a lot. Do I make myself clear?"

Quickly the witch nodded, desperate for the torture to stop, at any price. Although Bellatrix knew full well that Alice probably wouldn't find out anything of use she had to try, she had to find her master at all costs, even if it meant roaming the world for years, searching every single centimetre, torturing every Ministry Official she found. Alice was still shaking when Bellatrix lifted her hood once more and turned around, walking in the opposite direction, leaving the witch weak on the forest floor.

No doubt Alice would alert the other Aurors about what had happened tonight with the Death Eater but whether she did or didn't alert them it didn't make any difference to Bellatrix. For years now the Ministry had been trying to capture her and every one of their attempts had failed. There was no way this would be any different, after all, she wasn't the Dark Lords most devoted lieutenant for nothing.