A/N: Enjoy and reviews would be appreciated! :D..

This chapter is dedicated to: xxDibDabxx because she originally helped me come up with this idea a few months ago when I actually wrote this, and felt quite daring. She probably doesn't remember it, but yeah I hope you like it.. If not I can re-write it. Just tell me in a nice way please.

I am taking a major risk!

Deadly Happiness

Laughter could be heard from the lounge of a nearby house as Bellatrix and I wandered up the desolate road. The stars were like pinpricks in the sky that illuminated the ground below whilst the moon looked so peaceful as if it was sleep itself. However, it would soon be awakened by the sound of a man's screams.

A muttered voice from the same house, and the woman's chuckle was heard yet again. There was a sigh from her husband, and he closed the window.

His eyes lingered on us for a moment, and he looked perplexed. Rolling his eyes, he was not visible as he walked back to which I presumed was to sit back down again.

We continued, and as we ventured further away from the house which was the only one to show signs of life. It became silent like nobody inhabited the grand houses with the beautiful lawns which looked so well cared for.

"The end house is it not?" I asked Bellatrix.

She nodded, taking her wand out of her robes and casting the silencing charm around the surrounding houses.

"Good luck my dear." I murmured with my signature cruel smile. She moved closer towards me, and for a second I thought that she was going to kiss me, but her brown eyes just met mine for a moment, and she whispered:

"You fail, and I will take your life. You are not making me look like a failure."

I just nodded my head because I was too stunned to utter a word. A bit extreme was it not? Yet I knew how much achieving our Lord's demands meant to her. She admired him with all her heart, and he was some sort of unrecognised god in her eyes.

"We will not fail." I said, finally finding the courage to find a reply.

Bellatrix glanced at me and smiled.

Oh, her crimson lips seemed so inviting, and she was so hard to resist. I found myself brutally kissing her lips. I held her face within my hands, and my tongue entwined with hers, yet she seemed to wrench herself away from me and said harshly:

"Lets serve our Lord now shall we?"

We broke into Francis Herecroft's house in no time at all. He did not even have one of them muggle contraptions (Thank Merlin!) that I heard blood traitor Weasley go on about which enabled him to stay safe from criminals who may steal from his house.

Following Bellatrix up the stairs, we came to a room.

"Are you sure that this is the bedroom he is in?" I asked.

"We will soon find out." Bellatrix smirked.

As the door crashed open and rebounded off the wall, Bellatrix face was apparent with glee as she saw Francis Herecroft in bed. A book lay on his bedside table along with a glass of water. He was under his duvet fast asleep. The sound of coughing was echoed around the room as we entered.

Bellatrix giggled as she approached the side of his bed. Kneeling down as if she was sending a young child off to sleep, she said in a mock baby voice:

"Oh, pwoor Francis was tired, and decided to go nighty-poos."

It was apparent that Francis was in a deep slumber as he didn't make any indication to have heard what Bellatrix had said.

I took it upon myself to wake him up, so I cast the Cruciatius curse upon him.

His eyes were forced open as he writhed in pain. His hands were gripping on the bed clothes as he screamed through the distress his body was now being put under.

He sent a fearful glance at us both, and I released him from his pain temporarily.

It was evident that he wanted to run, to scream and to think that it was all a dream. However, he soon realised that doing any of these things was impossible, yet the bitter reality dawned on him when he realised that there was no escaping.

He lay gasping for breath on the bed.

"What do you want?" Francis croaked.

"To kill you for knowing too much. Your squib friend mentioned us death eaters to you, and you were thinking of informing the muggle prime minster about us, so he could ensure the muggles safety with help of our Minister. The only muggle that knows about the wizarding world is the prime minister." I spat towards him.

"Crucio" Bellatrix screamed. Her face was contorted with rage, yet it was obvious that she took pleasure from the muggle's screams.

"I don't know what you are talking about! What's a squib? Muggles? Wizards? I honestly don't understand!" Francis cried whilst he continued to feel the searing pain that was harming every inch of his body!

"Crucio." I shouted.

"This is boring me now." Sighed Bellatrix.

"Couldn't agree more." I replied.

"Avada Kedavra." she screamed in truimph.

Francis Herecroft was lifted in the air, and came crashing down on the bed. His face turned a chalky white, and his chest didn't seem to be rising or falling. He was dead.

I cast my eyes towards Bellatrix, and I saw her hair was cascading down her back. It was like an onyx stream. The rouge lips, and the face slightly bloody, but she still looked stunning. I could ask her now, or I could delay it? But what would be the point on waiting. She would accept anyway wouldn't she?

"Marry me?" I blurted out.

"What?" Bellatrix asked her eyebrows raised.

"Marry me Bellatrix Black?" I asked, kneeling down before her. Taking my hands, I pressed my lips to them.

A sorrow look appeared on her face as if she was hesitating. It was as if she was weighing up the positives and negatives to the situation.

She glanced into my eyes, and she whispered:

"I will."

A/N: Like I said, I will re-write it if you hate it that much.