Dream World

Prompt - Bellatrix Lestrange. Pairing Bellatrix/Voldemort

Bellatrix Lestrange had always loved Voldemort. It was his ideals, his dark allure, his powerful energy, it was everything. She loved how he commanded the floor, how the very world itself recoiled around him. As far as she was concerned, it did revolve around him.

So she did everything she could for him. With Voldemort, there were no secrets in her mind, she had no qualms with him seeing into her very soul, and he was pleased with her, she knew, for she would look upon him with unabashed fear and adoration. Her loyalty was second to none. There was a reason she quickly became "his most loyal servant."

There was just one problem. Voldemort simply didn't do romance. She understood of course, why would her God, her savior, the greatest being to walk this little planet ever want to degrade himself to the status of mere mortals And something as petty as romance? Clearly she was at fault here, but how could she be happy without the one thing she could never have?

She had all the riches in the world, piles upon piles of gold that she could dance in at Gringnotts and yet it was never enough to quench her greed for Voldemort.

So she found another way. A rainy, thunderous day in late summer when she went to Gringnotts and removed thousand of coins. She instantly spent them all in a moment in an alley far more shady than Knockturn Alley could ever claim to be (and that's saying something because Knockturn Alley is so shady you can't even see the sun, there is mold to prove it).

The witch she met in this very shady alley gave her a small package, and took thousands of gold coins for it before disappearing.

Bellatrix did her duty to the lord that night by marrying her husband, but as soon as she was alone she went to her room, locked it despite the Knocks.

"Bella, honey?" Her husband's voice outside called. "Everything alright."

"Yes dear." Bellatrix answered sweetly, opening the package contents. "Just give me a moment."

Bellatrix quickly swooped a hand into the bag and removed a single scoop of powder inside. It was best not to ask exactly what this powder contained - but I can assure you it was some very foul stuff much worse than dragon balls - and she sprinkled some onto her tongue.

Within moments the world around Bellatrix began to change and be very fuzzy, just for a few moments. Than the bag fell the floor with a soft plop and she stood with intense joy. You see, Bellatrix was happy because Bellatrix had everything in the world that she ever wanted.

Bellatrix exited the room and Voldemort stood on the other side with a huge smile on his face and his arms open wide. "Come my Bellatrix."

Bellatrix flung herself into his arms and he laughed, circling her in the air and they were so both so happy they never wanted that moment to end.

This continued everyday for a week until the scar on Bellatrix's arm began to tingle. She understood even as she looked at the man who should be calling her.

They both apparated and stood among the death eaters. Voldemort walked through them all and read their minds in his quick seething way in which Bellatrix knew only the most accomplished of legimens like her love could ever accomplish and she waited for her turn.

Her eyes met her master's for only the briefest moment and she could promise she saw the barest of smirks on his lips before he went on, ignoring her existence as he always did.

She did not hide her shameful secret from him, she had no reason to. Yet that night she used the powder again.

"I don't understand... Why no children yet?" Rodolphins asked his wife one day.

"I don't know love." Bellatrix said in response, though she did know even as she hid the blood in her sink by washing it off as quickly as possible. Slowly and steadily her insides were deteriorating and dying off for her lusts.

She had to come off the drugs or she would no longer be useful to her master. So she did so very painfully, deciding that night that she could handle no more.

It went better than she could have ever hoped. She was able to get off quickly and back to her love. It worked because she had only one goal In mind, goal stronger than any drug she took could ever have hoped to be, the very thing that drove her to it.

Love.

It was the very thing that killed her the night the potter boy killed her beloved.

Her screams were unending as she slammed his mark into the sky over and over dating anyone to ever tell her he was gone, her beloved, her obsession, her everything! He was not gone! He was a part of her, forever and always.

She left The Dark Mark everywhere she could and when she ran out of tears she went home to the little bag that had just s little powder left and swallowed it all whole.

The world was perfect and Voldemort lived and together the two of them tortured and killed and made merry as they always did, happily.

She did not speak even when she sat upon her throne. Across from her her beloved told her to be still while the others asked her questions - to answer appropriately. Yes she had nothing to fear because wherever she went, the dark lord was by her side. She glared down the muggleborns and sympathizers, blood traitors! Disgusting beasts. Her nostrils flared and she did not give in.

In Azkaban it came back to haunt her. She screamed as the drugs came back to her from the dementors, all happiness gone, the realization that Voldemort was gone. She longed for her powder.

Until the day she snapped and the dementors could bring her no sadness. She saw her lord by her side and he removed her from the prisons.

Even the dementors avoided her after that.