A/N: A bit of Bellatrix in this one guys! Don't you just love her? And the big bad Dark Lord is back to his mean self – woo! Anyway, sadly we own none of the characters. If we did, we'd be in Spain. Sun bathing. By the sea. You get the picture :D

Chapter Three

Her Wicked Way

Voldemort wasted no time in gathering together his loyal followers – the Death Eaters. As much as he didn't want them to get involved, he knew that if he wanted to get Harry and keep Sirius away, he'd need their help. With a flash of his cloak and a pop he was at the graveyard – so many memories cascaded into his mind. This graveyard was like his past.

The graveyard where his father was buried. Where his father, Tom Riddle, rotted away under the mounds of soil, where his worthless muggle self lay to rest. But not in peace. Never would he be in peace. Voldemort would never forgive him.

Wormtail scurried forward from the behind the grave, where he'd be ask to wait. Worry was scrawled all over his face, and he approached the Dark Lord.

"Master," he whispered bowing low. "Did the plan go to order?"

Voldemort snarled and swept away, his teeth bared in an angry grimace. "No, Wormtail, it did not. So we call forth the Death Eaters. Give me your arm,"

A little hesitant, Wormtail tentatively gave the Dark Lord his arm. Voldemort stabbed his wand on the Dark Mark, and the skull-and-snake design turned black. All his loyal followers should come, or they'll pay the price. And an easy death wasn't on the list of punishments. Only the ones that had landed themselves in Azkaban would be allowed to miss this.

Black swirls of mist flowed into the graveyard, and upon touching the ground, turning to people, who were organised in a circle around the Dark Lord. Several breaks were in the circle, but to Voldemort's joy only the ones that were in Azkaban were missing. He hid his joy well – it was expected that they should turn up.

"My fellow..." he paused for a moment, considering a word. Not friends, they were not his friends. "Followers," his face pulled into a repulsive smile. "Harry Potter, James Potter's son. Harry fucking Potter!"

Many jumped at his sudden outburst, though it was common.

"The boy from the prophesy," exclaimed a young witch.

The witch had matted brown hair and dark set eyes, and was one of Voldemort's most loyal followers. Bellatrix Lestrange.

"One of the boys that was destined to be greater than you..." her eyes were wide, her voice a flowing whisper.

The Dark Lord hissed. "Quiet, Bella, we keep matters like this between the few who know..." His eyes rested upon Severus Snape, who appeared to not want to be there. He shifted uncomfortably, a question stabbing at his mind.

His gaze hovered for a moment longer on the man, than flitted away. His face was as cold and hard as stone.

"He has escaped from my clutches, thanks to his meddling Godfather, Sirius Black,"

A few murmurs, but they were silenced with a frosty glare.

"So," he continued, his voice low. "We are going to put Sirius Black somewhere where he cannot meddle," he paused, a smile slithering onto his face. "A little place called Azkaban,"

There were whispers off asset and a few twisted grins.

"And then, My Lord, you can finish off the boy!" Bellatrix's voice was high and excited. They were doing something – for once. They were showing the world just how dangerous the Dark Lord could be.

But her comment had the opposite effect of what she desired – the Dark Lord turned on her, snarling. "No, then you hand the boy to me,"

Bellatrix bowed her head, showing her apologises. She had a plan herself, and getting on Voldemort's darker side was not part of it. He glowered down at her for a moment, and then swept away.

"And do you know how we are going to put Sirius Black in Azkaban?" he resumed. His audience remained expectedly silent. "frame him for a murder that will never happen!"

There was a shocked outburst of mutterings, and they were all, once again, silenced with a glare.

"My Lord, how you we frame someone for a murder that will never happen?" Lucius Malfoy, another loyal Death Eater, inquired. A few others nodded in agreement.

"Well, a few muggles' will be involved, but their lives are of little value," Voldemort began. "But I vaguely told Wormtail of this plan, as he plays a major part,"

The Death Eaters began to murmur with annoyance. Why should Wormtail – stupid, pathetic Wormtail – get such an important role? He was weedy, he wasn't skilled. He'd have been better off in Hufflepuff than Gryffindor. A few cast hateful looks towards Wormtail. They were jealous.

"Crabbe... Goyle... Malfoy... Lestrange..." He glanced at the people he'd just called, they seemed excited. Bellatrix could hardly contain herself. The Dark Lord continued. "You shall play a part in the faux murder of Peter Pettigrew..."

Bellatrix fell to the floor. She felt honoured. "My Lord... thank you for this... this honour!" her body shook with gratitude.

The Dark Lord merely smirked. "Wormtail has all the details, but it shall involve framing Black for the murder of several muggles and all that the Ministry find of Wormtail is his finger..." the Death Eaters laughed. "Thanks to the crowd Wormtail hung around with at Hogwarts," he snarled the name. "He has a useful... 'gift', let's say..."

Voldemort gave a twisted chuckle, which the Death Eater's did not join. He was practically praising that worthless being.

"Now go and do something useful... make Black pay,"

With a sick smile, he turned away, and those that had no assigned job in the plan whisked off, irritated at the fact they wouldn't be in the thick of things.

Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy grudgingly went over to Pettigrew to find out about this plan. Bellatrix glanced over, and decided that the Dark Lord's plan could wait. She was going to put hers into action. Cautiously, she slowly walked over to her Master.

"My Lord," her voice was a whisper, and she bowed low.

"Bella," she loved how her name flowed off his tongue. "Shouldn't you be talking with Wormtail? Framing Black is of the upmost importance..." a threatening edge had crept into his voice.

Bella seemed undeterred. "I was wondering if we could discuss something," the Dark Lord made no movement. "In private..."

Taking the hint, he swept back towards his father's large grave. "What is it Bella? There are more important things to be getting on with," his eyes pierced through the darkness.

She held his gaze. Then it happened so quickly. "Incarcerous!"

The spell caught him completely off guard, and bound the Dark Lord. A moment after it happened, his eyes blazed with frustration.

"I'll be loyal..." she whispered in the Dark Lord's eyes, tracing patterns on his face with her fingertips. "But these feelings overwhelm me... and it's such an honour to be picked for something so important," her eyes flamed with passion.

Anger overcame Voldemort, and he escaped her spell easily. How dare she attack him in order to have sex! How fucking dare she!

"Crucio!"

Bella fell the floor, writhing and screaming in pain. It seared through her, blocking out every possible thought. Just let the pain end... she screamed in her mind.

"How dare you, you stupid fucking whore!" Never had Lord Voldemort felt so angry. "You're going to get on with the plan," his voice was a low, menacing hiss. "And put Black in Azkaban. Any slacking, and I'll fucking kill you!"

He released her from the curse, and stood glowering down at her. Bella lay on the gasping for air and whimpering. Then he turned away and marched off. He didn't even hear her muffled apology.

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