Chapter 2- The Arrival
~ Authors Note~
Yep it's been a long time. Here's chapter 2, it's short. Enjoy.
The cobbled street was in complete darkness, wooden shutters were closed over windows that belonged to the dormant houses and the only noise that could be heard was the distant echoes of drunken gentlemen stumbling out of the pub after a night of merriment. The only abnormality was the fact that two heavily cloaked figures had just arisen out of a dense, supernatural mist.
Bellatrix was quivering and clutching her wounded hand to her chest. She withdrew her wand and healed the deep cut. Her master however was not faring too well with his injury. The powerful magic that was required to perform this ancient and dark spell was so great that it was almost unimaginable. Voldemort's white hand was soaked in crimson blood and the centre of the wound was slowly turning jet black. Bella noticed this.
"My Lord- My Lord… Your hand. Are you hurt? How can I help My Lord?" She asked, clearly panicked.
"Bella." He croaked.
This was the first time she had seen her master in pain. She wanted to tend to him, to nurse the man who she had been serving devotedly for two decades.
"My Lord. What can I do?!" She questioned, a tone in her voice bordering hysteria.
"Get me my wand." He commanded weakly.
He had obviously dropped his wand in the chaos of it all. She retrieved his wand from the hard ground and stood hoping and waiting for something to happen. He cast a spell and whispered something indecipherable. Deep orange sparks flew out of his wand and wrapped around his wounded and bloody hand, almost like an enchanted bandage. He gradually arose and recovered quickly.
"Where are we, My Lord?" Bellatrix asked, clearly relieved now that Voldemort had recuperated.
His snake-like head darted around and absorbed the surroundings. He let out a mad laugh and his eyes flashed.
"My dear, Bella. We have succeeded. My spell has worked." He cackled manically.
Bellatrix also looked around. Her dark eyes gleamed in the moonlight and she smiled back at her master. She looked back at the ground. Deep in her thoughts, she wondered what he meant. What had they succeeded with? Surely they had just performed a complex apparition? What would they do now?
"Welcome, Bellatrix, to Victorian England."