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Passion And Loyalty Chapter 4.
My master hadn't acknowledged my existence for over an hour. I dared to look at him for a mere second; he was staring straight ahead at what I presumed to be the oak wooden door. The crimson eyes were deep in thought. The intelligent, skilled mind figuring out what the next plan of action ought to be.
I bowed my head once more, trying to ignore the dull ache which lingered around my knees.
Hearing my master rise from his chair, I looked up at him. His eyes made contact with my own, and he motioned for me to rise.
I did so without hesitation.
"Look at me." My master commanded, raising on finger to eye level as if telling me where exactly I needed to look.
I obeyed naturally, and blurred images of what had happened previously flickered before my eyes.
"Very well." The Dark Lord muttered, and he went to sit down on the armchair once more.
As seconds turned into minutes, I began to wonder whether I ought to leave my master with his thoughts, but I would wait for that order because I was not sure what he would do if I just left. I was not courageous enough to speak a word whilst that magnificent mind was at work.
A sigh, and he closed his eyes for a moment. I could tell that he was growing weary, yet he wanted to piece information together and figure out some kind of plan which would enable Rodolphus and Dolohov to be back serving him like they should.
"Bellatrix.. Tell me what happened in detail. Tell me everything." The Dark Lord ordered softly.
"My Lord, Rodolphus and I wandered down Knockturn Alley, and met Dolohov selling his goods. Rodolphus offered him a drink, and-"
"Wait! What was Dolohov selling?" The Dark Lord interjected, rising to his feet.
"I am sorry master, but I do not know. He just said that business was fine. He did not go into detail." I replied.
"Usually, Antonin would go into detail about his business-To brag- Though would he to you because both you and Rodolphus are a lot wealthier than him." The Dark Lord muttered, more to himself than to me.
He started to pace back and forth in front of me. With each step he took, fear grasped tighter at my heart, and the melodic teasing of guilt fell on my ears. My Lord stopped moving, and fell into a crouch position in front of me
"You see the complications of this whole situation Bellatrix!" The Dark Lord shouted. "The Order accuse us of sneaking around, and impersonating other people, yet they are just as bad!"
Pushing me to the ground as if I was nothing to him, He stood back up again.
His anger was increasing, and the fear continued to rage inside, begging and pleading for me to do the cowardly act of running away, or to allow a single tear to slide down my cheeks. I wouldn't! I wouldn't leave him, nor would I show weakness in front of him!
"Continue.. Tell me more!" My master demanded.
"Master.. Do you think that it wasn't actually Dolohov who Rodolphus and I spoke to?" I stammered, the fear pausing for its breath.
"A possibility! Now tell me more!" He raged, his fury was getting terrible to withhold, and I was certain that an unforgivable curse would be sent in my direction at any moment.
"So, Rodolphus invited him for a drink, and then we went down the alley. It was fine until we heard-" I managed to continue..
I paused for a moment. Why didn't we react to that whispered voice in the shadows? Racing and darting, the terror gradually began to gain speed.
"Yes Bellatrix, continue."
"We walked past a doorway, and we heard a harsh voice whisper: not yet. Then Dolohov told us to leave it and go." I muttered.
"What? Repeat that Bellatrix." The Dark Lord snarled.
I couldn't find words to put into a sentence.. What had I done?
"What did I say when I first started training you?" He spat.
"To always be aware that once The Order realised that I was high in your favour that they will always be out to get me." I muttered.
"Why did you not remember that when you heard this voice in the doorway?" The Dark Lord said in a furious tone.
I couldn't answer his question because I didn't really know.. It was all so quick, and the bitter winds began to blow.. There wasn't much time for any thought, or logical thinking.
"Continue! Tell me more about your pathetic failure!"
Those words cut me up into pieces like a knife, and it was being drawn across my heart which resulted in stabs of agony.
"We went into the bar. Rodolphus went to fetch drinks, and I was left alone with Antonin. We had a normal conversation. Then Mad-Eye entered, and a duel took place. I conjured Fiendfyre, and Rodolphus and Antonin left via the back entrance. I stayed there watching what took place, and then once the charms had been lifted. I disapparated. Yet My Lord, I killed a man from the Order Of The Phoenix because of the Fiendfyre."I told him,
I watched his expression; He threw his head back in laughter.
"Do you think that I would be pleased with you, or even impressed that through this dreadful event, you managed to successfully kill somebody because of the Fiendfyre flames?" He hissed, slowly walking towards me.
He grabbed my hair, and forced me to look up at him.
"You are an idiotic excuse for my most faithful. I agreed that you could go out tonight because I thought that you would be careful. Now, this has resulted in two of my followers who are on their way to Azkaban, and you thinking that you can maybe earn some points by killing a man because of Fiendfyre flames." He snarled, pulling my hair even tighter with each word that he spoke. His eyes glaring at me as though he hoped that the gaze could burn me instantaneously, so he did not have to look at the servant who failed him.
"You have disappointed me Bellatrix! Crucio" He screamed.
Pain: Searing, stabbing, strangling engulfed my body like it was worthless, and deserved to be put through the agony. My Lord's screams were all that heard.. The shouts of his rage, disappointment and how he thought that I was not useful to anybody made the pain so much worse. Then it stopped, and its cousin ache began to take control and fill every finger, every toe right to the head. No groans would stop it, nor would pleading. It was there to linger for a few hours. It was a reminder of how much I displeased my master.
"Did you think that perhaps you would obtain more power if Rodolphus was in Azkaban?" He murmured thoughtfully.
"My Lord, please explain. I don't fully understand what you mean." I said.
"Did you think that if Rodolphus was in Azkaban, you would be able to get closer to me and you would take the lead on missions and so forth?" He smirked.
"My Lord.. I didn't plan for this to happen!" I shrieked.
"Oh.. a possibility which seems most likely Bellatrix. Remember: I know how your mind works. I have looked inside it on many occasions. Thinking that if you can get closer to me, you will become a leader of some sort, or perhaps a little more.." He said.
What on earth was he suggesting? I admire him.. He is like a god to me, but is he suggesting that I want to be his slut.. It would be a honour... Dear Merlin, Bellatrix, what are you telling yourself? Would you disgrace your husband's name to serve your Lord in that way?
"No retort Bellatrix. Did I say something that was so true it shocked you?" My Master snarled.
There was a pause, and I began to shake through fear. Then he spoke, his voice entwined with coldness:
"I love and would take nobody..Now, I want this question to be answered honestly. Are you pleased that your husband has been captured by aurors?"