To Have and to Hold
Without a trace
A/N sorry its taken so long, been very busy. Coursework sucks! Hope u like. Don't forget to R&R!!!
Disclaimer- fantasies aren't real, so this is not mine.
Luv ya who have reviewed!!! Xxxx
The blissful couple landed gracefully on the thick velvet carpet of beautifully kept grass just moments before midnight.
Voldemort glanced around him, taking the breathless scenery, his mind filled with positive anticipation of a perfect life in this dazzling area with such a wonderful wife.
(A/N ha-ha alliteration) His princess lay contentedly in his arms, asleep. He let out a soft sigh almost disappointed, that she wouldn't share this memory with him. But he let her sleep.
He strolled purposefully into the domain, quietly preceded to their bedroom, and gently laid down his oblivious Bella.
He sighed, carefully setting her head down, so her hair lay spread like a wild dark fan on the silk of the pillow. She looked stunning.
The man who was once Tom Riddle, shook his head, just glancing at his lovely wife made him feel emotion again. He settled himself down, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of the day……
Bella awoke to soft fluffy sheets and silk pillows enfolding her comforting friend. It took her a moment or two to realise where and why she was in a luxuriously decorated chamber. Then it came to her. She turned around to see him, expecting him to be by her side, to smile at him, to kiss his soft cheek…
Voldemort had vanished.
Bellatrix sat up, alarmed. Where had he gone? Surely he wouldn't leave her on their wedding night, would he?
Maybe he left a note. No. He can't have just vanished. Impossible.
She searched everywhere. She left no possibility unturned; she was desperate to know that he was safe. She knew she was being overanxious, that he just went out to complete a task, but she couldn't help it.
Why he leave without a note? Didn't he want to speak to her?
No. She now doubted everything she knew, everything she had ever desired, dreamed of.
Was he in peril, injured?
Definitely not. She almost chuckled. Voldemort, injured? Inconceivable.
Yet she worried.
Bella had almost given up any hope. She was a state without him. Even just after one day, she had completely abandoned herself, her sanity. She simply couldn't cope. Dawn had come, and he wasn't with her.
She paced up and down the suite, hands wringing behind her back, periodically going to the door to search for any signs. And that's where she found it. A note left innocently on the porch, letters neatly crafted onto the yellowed parchment, hanging there like a shy friend coming with priceless news.
Bellatrix Riddle let out a gasp and picked it up. She scanned the words eagerly, taking them in like oxygen. She let out another distraught gasp and the note fell onto the ground. For he had disappeared, without a trace, not like the fairy tales she had so despised when she was small. Only she was the prince.
Hmmm I'm having conversation in my head (yes I do talk to myself like this frequently) whether to reveal the text of the note or not??? Any solutions???
NB will update ASAP and would very much like reviews: D