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When Rodolphus joins the Death Eaters, Bellatrix is driven mad by him talking about how great his 'Lord' is. Will Bellatrix snap under the pressure?
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"You have to hear the things the Dark Lord talks about, Bellatrix. It's very inspirational, and it keeps the pureblood dream alive. The world he talks about, it's a dream place for people like us!" Rodolphus carried on, singing the praises of his 'Dark Lord' during dinner. Bellatrxi had gotten fed up with this. Of course she knew mudbloods and half-bloods were no comparison to pureblood wizards, but she had a feeling that this 'Lord' was completely bonkers. If her husband didn't stop talking about him soon, she had a feeling she would soon Cru-, NO, Bellatrix, she reprimanded herself. You will not use dark magic on your own husband, for Merlin's sake! She felt her hand creeping towards her wand. She stopped and took a deep breath.
"Rodolphus, darling, I think I'll turn in for the night." That was when Bellatrix felt something crack. She didn't lower her gaze like her mother had taught her to do while speaking to her husband. Instead, she met his gaze, daring Rodolphus to tell her to show him some respect.
"I was about to say, my love, that you should join the Death Eaters!" He grinned like an idiot, and she felt the break spread. She was even closer to screaming. "I told him," Rodolphus continued, not noticing his wife's emotional state. "That you show the greatest talent, interest, and respect for the Dark Arts, and your beauty would not make the Ministry suspect you! You would be making history as the world's first female Death Eater!" He smiled awaiting her response.
The break finally split Bellatrix apart. She felt a mix of emotions bubble up. Rage was first, the urge to Crucio her husband till he begged for mercy. Hate for this 'Dark Lord' to make her husband fall all over himself, for the 'Cause'. Pride, for her husband's loving description of her. Shock finally registering, her husband had the audacity to suggest to her that she join his idiotic cult. And finally, Fear of the 'Dark Lord'.
Bellatrix Lestrange had never cried as a child, but now she felt like she was going to. Her emotions had been washed over by an overwhelming fear. She was scared of this Dark Lord, who had changed her loving husband into some crazy cult worshiper. She was scared of the same thing happening to her. There was no more courage, a hidden Gryffindor trait that the sorting hat had pointed out to her. Everything she knew had flipped upside down, and she felt fine with it.
She would make sure that the 'Dark Lord' would wish he had never invited Bellatrix Lestrange to join his cult. She would tear the cult to pieces and live to tell the tale.
"Why of course Roddy, I would love to be a Death Eater." She tried to smile but it came out as a feral snarl. The urge to maniacally laugh appeared. She would make sure that the Dark Lord would pay for everything. Rodolphus was pleased with his wife's response, but had a nagging feeling. He brushed it away.
Insanity had a new name.
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I wanted Rodolphus to become a Death Eater before Bellatrix, and have Bellatrix hate it. And I wanted her to go insane at somepoint, so I guess now is the time.