Chapter 2: Passion and Loyalty
Bellatrix POV
The honor that the Dark Lord has bestowed upon me makes me feel extraordinary. Voice can not describe the joyous feeling that lies within me. How many people would love to be in my place? How important they would feel if the Dark Lord is informing them of plans that most do not know?
I have had this privilege granted to me because my master has said that he trusts me. Who can say that their master has this much faith in them?
These thoughts wandered as I continued my way down the corridor. It had various candles sending out a radiant glow, and provided a small amount of warmth. I let a smile flicker across my face. I felt important! I felt appreciated! I felt that I was the Dark Lord's most faithful! He had chosen to share important information with me. What a great glory it was?
I stopped at a simple wooden door, and pushed it open. The smell of roses, and Rodolphus's after shave hit me instantaneously as I entered the bedroom.
I scanned my surroundings. Rodolphus was buttoning up his crisp, plain, white shirt frowning every so often in the mirror as he found a slight crease. He took out his wand and muttered a few words, so that the shirt looked as if it had been freshly bought from a shop.
"Bellatrix." He said as I glanced at him.
"Rodolphus." I replied.
He pondered, ever so slowly towards me, with his eyes staring directly into mine. He let his hair fall across his face whilst I lifted my head up.
His eyes glanced down my body.
"Beautiful." He breathed before taking my face in his hands, and roughly, yet with passion kissing my lips.
I allowed him to do that, yet part of me wished that it was... No, I was being foolish.
He pulled away from me almost as quick as if he had been burnt.
"The Dark Lord gave his permission for us to go out for a drink did he not?"
"Yes, of course." I said, casting my eyes to my reflection in the mirror.
"Good." He stated. "May I ask why you spent so much time with the Dark Lord before?"
"Rodolphus, You should know by now that if the Dark Lord has not chosen to share information of great significance with you then obviously you do not need to have knowledge of it. Anyway, he just said that he would wish to see me soon."
"Bellatrix ,ma chérie I must say that if it is revealed that you must do a mission for him as much as I respect the Dark Lord. I have every right to know what it is because I am your husband, and.." He paused.
"You must not say something that you may regret my dear husband." I spat.
"Bellatrix, Why can you not comprehend that I worry about you? I am not suggesting that you are weak. I am just trying to tell you that nothing is set in stone. Things can change for the worse, however we certainly hope it does not."
I nodded my head in acknowledgment. Yes, Rodolphus did have every right to be concerned for me, but I am not the typical pureblood woman. I am not weak, and if I am with my master then there is little chance that I will be defeated. His powers are unthinkable, unimaginable, unrealistic, but I guess that is the outcome of studying dark magic so intensely like he has. A God in my opinion.
Though I have to say that Rodolphus's usually wasn't protective. Maybe Azkaban affected his brain.
There was pause. A silence. Whilst each of us gathered our thoughts.
" Recently, you have been keeping it very secret what you have been doing for him." Rodolphus stated. I felt his eyes looking at me, as I admired my rouge nails.
I-if I wouldn't have known better, I would of thought that-" Rodolphus began with an air of strength in his voice, but with each syllable that was uttered his confidence seemed to be fading.
"You would have thought what Rodolphus?" I asked lifting my head up, and looking into his eyes.
Rodolphus shook his head.
"It doesn't matter." He murmured.
I glared at him. There was no need to cause an argument at this present time. I will let this little thing slip for now, but if he does again then my anger will not be tolerable.
An awkward silence and the tension in the air made the room seem so claustrophobic. I started to brush my ebony hair whilst Rodolphus just sat at the edge of our bed. His head in his hands thinking.
"I wonder who will crack under the strain first. Well, it certainly won't be me." I mused as I checked how my hair looked in the mirror
"Bellatrix, I'm sorry. I should not have said anything." Rodolphus blurted out.
I smirked, and turned around to face him.
"It doesn't matter." I replied. "Just be careful what you are suggesting.."
Despite what had happened about half an hour previously, we both strolled down Knockturn Alley. Our hoods were up, so people would find it difficult to recognise us. We did esca[e from Azkaban after all. However, it was extremely unlikely that you would come across an Auror in this place during the daylight, let alone the night time. The majority of Aurors had a fear of venturing down Knockturn Alley as it was evident that once you entered that place, and you attempted to stop the dealings which took place within. You would find yourself, either not remembering what happened there in the first place, or a member of your family dying mysteriously.
It was safe to say that if you were not the correct blood-status then Knockturn Alley will never be your place of preference.
With each step Rodolphus and I took, the place began to grow darker, and more whispered mumblings of various dark artefacts being purchased could be heard in the shadows.
"Bellatrix..." Rodolphus muttered, before taking my hand in his grasp as he led me towards a man whose face was covered from his hood.
"Good Evening to you both." The man said in greeting.
I recognised it to be Dolohov by its slickness, and the soft hint of the Bulgarian accent.
"How is business tonight?" Rodolphus asked, indicating towards the large sack of skulls which were engraved with some Latin scripture.
"Average. I would have had more galleons than usual if Cadmus Avery's father had not resisted my Imperius curse." Dolohov replied.
"Ah.. Anything to make money." I sighed which earned a chuckle of laughter from both men.
"Would you like to have a quick drink with us?" Rodolphus offered.
"Why not?" Dolohov replied, shrugging his shoulders.
He then shrunk his sack with a wave of his wand, so it could be safely stowed in his pocket.
We walked through Knockturn alley as the wind whipped at our hoods. It was teasing the fabric, and I gripped on my hood to prevent it from coming off.
Strange people started to wander by us as we descended further and further. Past the shops that provided no light, and past the lamps that were flickering feebly.
A harsh voice suddenly whispered within a shadowed secluded doorway of a shop: "Not yet!"
This caused us all to stop momentarily and cast our eyes towards the place where the voice sounded. It appeared that nobody was there.
Just as Rodolphus went to go towards the doorway, a gust of wind blew fiercely, and my hood was blown off, and lay curling in on itself on my back.
My hair whipped my face, and my eyes began to water.
"Come on! We will carry on walking." Antonin called, and his hood too had came off.
I nodded my head, and followed him, pulling up my hood as I did so.
Entering the bar, I was welcomed by the familiar warmth, and the smell of smoke and ale which lingered on the air.
Laughter could be heard from the barmaid as she spoke to customers and they too kept their hoods up.
"Bellatrix.. what are you having to drink?" Rodolphus asked above the chuckling that resounded around the room.
"A firewhiskey with a touch of pumpkin juice." I replied.
"Okay, Antonin?"
"A redcurrant rum." Dolohov said.
Rodolphus proceeded to go the bar; Dolohov and I sat down in a corner where we couldn't be seen easily.
"How is the Dark Lord Bellatrix?" Dolohov asked in a low tone, glancing sideways to make sure that we were not being overheard.
Not everyone in this bar was pureblood, some were half blood, yet they had one thing in common they supported the Dark Lord's aims, on the other hand, most of which were too coward to think of assisting the Dark Lord.
"Our master is fine Antonin. Why ask?" I said.
"I have not seen him in a while, and I must confess I regret not doing so. He is such an extraordinary man, yet I do not see him as often as I should."
"He is indeed, though if he does not request your presence then of course you cannot be that important to him." I snapped.
Antonin shrugged his shoulders, and it seemed evident that he was not going to argue with me. Probably because he knew I would torture him without mercy if he said something that I particularly disliked.
Rodolphus came back, and his face was laced with confusion i as he saw the glare that I sent Dolohov.
"Here.. It was not busy at the bar." Rodolphus said, attempting to break the awkward apprehension between Antonin and I.
"Was it not?" Antonin muttered.
"Erm.. no." Rodolphus replied.
Taking the vacant chair beside me. Rodolphus lifted him drink, and took a sip.
I cast my eyes around the bar. It was mainly people in whispered conversation.
A gust of wind blew through the open door, and my heart started to beat with a mixture of adrenalin, and panic as I saw a man whose face was the most shocking feature of his physique. His face appeared to be as if carved from wood, and faded scars lay across his nose and around his face. I prayed that he would not see me, and I cast my eyes down towards the table.
Who had told Mad- Eye Moody that we were here?
A/N: The name I given Avery (Cadmus) is greek and means a man from the east (according baby name network. com) Why did I choose that? You ask. The answer is... I don't actually know.
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