Sorry for not updating for ages! Also, updates are going to become slower, since I only have 8 more days until school starts! So, as of right now, updates will be whenever, but hopefully within a month of school starting, I can get a schedule going. Enjoy!
"Kreacher!" Bellatrix hissed when she woke up. It was still early, but she could hear Lucius Malfoy singing in the shower, so she figured that her Master was awake, and that she could tell him her idea.
"Yes Mistress?" Kreacher asked, apparating in front of her with a POP!
"We are going to pay a visit to the Dark Lord. You remember what I told you last night?"
"Yes Mistress," Kreacher said, ever the picture of good behaviour.
"Very well, let's go," Bellatrix said, swishing out the door, Kreacher at her heels.
"Sure enough, when Bellatrix arrived at the Dark Lord's rooms, she could hear him talking to someone.
"Rookwood, are you certain that the boy will be able to remove it?" The Dark Lord was questioning.
"Yes, my Master. This, I am certain on," Rookwood said.
"You had better be, Rookwood. If you are not, I will be displeased," her Master said dangerously.
Rookwood gulped. "Yes, my Lord."
"You are dismissed," Dark Lord said lazily.
Before Rookwood could leave, Bellatrix knocked on the door.
"Enter."
"My Master," she said with a bow. "I have information that may be beneficial to you."
"Really?" The Dark Lord said. "Pray tell. Rookwood, leave us."
Rookwood exited the room as fast as he possibly could.
"Master, I discovered that Kreacher is able to disobey Sirius Black, as long as he is obeying me. This could be crucial to having the prophecy," Bellatrix said.
"How, Bella?" He said, now listening intently.
"You see, Kreacher has told me that Potter worships Black, who is his godfather. I propose that we abduct Black, take him to where the prophecy is, and then you can, using the link in your mind you have with him, allow him to learn that Black is being tortured. Foolish little child that he is, he will run off, trying to save the day, and then when he arrives, we can force him to retrieve the prophecy, kill him, and then leave with the prophecy," Bellatrix suggested, her heart racing.
"The only difficult part is how to capture Black," the Dark Lord mused. "I do know that I can plant a false vision in his mind of Black being tortured. Elf, can you keep Black out of the way for a few hours after I show him the vision?"
"Yes, my lord," Kreacher assured him. "I can injure his pet hippogriff, Buckbeak."
"Excellent," he said with a smirk. "Seeing as Potter's friends seem to have more insight than he, if he tries to contact Black, he will be unable to, and you, elf, will tell him that Black left the house a few hours ago, to stretch his legs."
"Yes, my Lord."
"And then, when Potter arrives, my death eaters can ambush him, and we can force him to obtain the prophecy, then I will come and kill him," The dark Lord said. "Excellent planning, Bella. Elf, go back to Black, we do not want him to realize you were gone."
"Yes, my Lord." With a pop, Kreacher vanished.
"Thank you, Bella. That will be all. I must work on allowing Potter to see the door, and allow him clues as to where Black could be, that way there is no mistake."
"Yes, my Lord. You honor me," Bellatrix said with a bow as she exited.
As Bellatrix walked back to her rooms, she felt a surge of jealousy towards Potter. He had done NOTHING for the Dark Lord, and yet, he was still able to see inside his mind. An unworthy, hateful child, was able to read the Dark Lord's mind. Oh, what she would give to be able to read his mind. And to see what he thought. About her, about Lucius. About everything, and how she could make him happy to have her as his servant, and to never doubt her, to trust her with everything.
"Bella, where were you this morning?" Cissy asked.
"I had to tell the Dark Lord some important information regarding the prophecy," Bellatrix said. "We are making great progress and hope to be able to execute it soon."
"Well, didn't you hear? The Dark Lord just called a meeting in the main room. We'd better hurry."
When the two sisters arrived, they had to hurry to find a seat. Most of the death eaters were there already, looking very curious as to what the Dark Lord wanted at 9 in the morning. Usually, he didn't call meetings until 10 or so.
"Greetings, my friends," The Dark Lord said from the head of the table. "I have some excellent news. I believe, that soon, we will be able to obtain the prophecy, which is crucial in being able to kill Potter, and take over the Ministry. Would Bellatrix like to explain her idea?"
Bellatrix gasped for a second. Though the Dark Lord usually asked whoever had come up with a plan of how to kill or force someone to follow him, she never dreamed that he would allow her to speak.
"Thank you, Master. I am honored. As some of you may know, Sirius Black's house-elf, came to visit me last night. He told us that he was able to disobey Black, as long as he was obeying a member of the house of Black's orders, he could do it. He also told me that Black has a fondness for his godson, Harry Potter, and that Potter returns this feeling. This, combined with Rookwood knowing that only Potter is able to remove the prophecy, makes this perfect for us to obtain it.
Due to our Master's link to Potter's mind, he can plant false images in Potter's mind of Black being tortured. Then, if Potter tries to check and see if Black is indeed at home, Kreacher can make sure that Black is out of the way before telling Potter Black left the house. Most likely, Potter is going to run off to the Department to rescue him, fool that he is.
When he finds the prophecy, we will force Potter to hand it over, and then the Dark Lord," Bellatrix inclined her head towards him, "can kill him. We then leave the Ministry with the prophecy, and none will be the wiser."
"Thank you, Bellatrix," The Dark Lord said. "However, I only recently thought of a problem in this. How are we able to get in?"
"We could use Polyjuice Potion, of course," Lucius said, rather smugly in Bellatrix's opinion.
"Yes, that would work quite well. We can make two batches of it, and then when we get to the Ministry, dispose of some of the Department of Mysteries employees," the Dark Lord agreed.
"Thank you, my Lord," Lucius said.
"Very well. Any of you who have special Potions abilities please follow me," the Dark Lord said.
Bellatrix began to head the opposite way, seeing as Potions weren't her speciality, and she much preferred to practice her Dark Arts in preparation for the break in.
"Where are you going, Bella?" Cissy asked.
"I need to practice my Dark arts," she told her sister.
"Oh, fine. But later, would you like to come have lunch with us?" Cissy asked her kindly.
"Yeah, I guess," Bellatrix said. She would have much preferred to torture instead, but she did want to thank Cissy for being kind to her last night.
"OK, see you at noon. Good luck!"
Bellatrix crawled on her hands and knees, looking for some bugs. They were the best to practice on, seeing as they would writhe in pain, but it didn't matter if they died.
"Aha!" She said happily as she found 5 black beetles under her closet. Bellatrix shut them in a container, save for one, which she put on the table in the corner.
"Crucio!" Bellatrix said, willing the bug to feel pain, for it to wish it was dead, to inflict as much pain as she wanted.
The bug began to writhe in front of her in pain, and Bellatrix could swear that she could almost hear it screaming for mercy.
"Crucio!" She said again, this time more forcefully, pretending she was torturing Harry Potter.
Bellatrix did this to the bug 8 more times, before swiftly disposing of it with a simple, "Avada Kedavra!"
Then, she moved on to the next bug, snickering with laughter. This was possibly her favorite pastime.
Next chapter, I promise there will be some action. Finally, we get to see Bellatrix at her most evil, since she's going to be in charge of the break in. Also, just a warning, the next 2 or 3 chapters are going to be quite a bit more violent, but if you've read all 7 HP books, hopefully the violence won't be a problem. Thank you to all of my readers, and I'm sorry about the wait.