Bellatrix was waiting, along with twenty other death eaters, for the arrival of their master. She hasn't seen him since the night they spent together, three days ago.

.She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to see him, to smell him, to feel him. He gave her something indescribable. Voldemort filled her with dark energy, that power that kept her going. He was so strong, so powerfull. Her master was everything that ever mattered to her, his wealth would pass before hers, or anybody else.

She opened her eyes to realize that she had dug her nails into the wooden table, leaving a couple of scratches. She truly needed to feel Voldemort's aura.

She heard footsteps coming. Her hands started shaking. Her breathing became heavier, and mouth just opened for no good reason. Unconsciously, she had pushed herself to the edge of her chair. She started to get sweaty.

Rodolphus, just next to her, was staring at her with a nasty face of anger.

Bellatrix expected to see her handsome master, of course. But all she got was a blondie: Lucius Malfoy.

All of her muscles suddenly loosen because of the high deception.

Lucius, taking a very severe voice, started to make the announcement of the day, and ran the entire meeting. Nobody asked any question, even Bella kept her mouth shut.

She stayed quiet because somehow, she hoped that Lord Voldemort would burst in and apologize for his lateness, and take back the lead of the meeting.

Obviously, her Lord didn't bother to show up, leaving Bellatrix disappointed like she had never experienced.

Lucius finally concluded the gathering, inviting everybody to take care of themselves and to kill as many muggles as they can.

Bellatrix, still disenchanted, stood up and fallowed her husband to their apartments. The walk to get there was incredibly quiet and long.

Bella aimed directly for the bed. She planned on staying in for the rest of the day, and be depressed for an hour… or four.

Rodolphus threw his cloack next to Bellatrix, who was caressing her mark.

-Are you going to make this sad puppy eyes every time he doesn't show up. Because it will surely be a long year.

Bellatrix didn't want to talk about his master right now.

-Drop it Rodolphus.

-No I won't, look at you. You are unbelievable. It will be no different this time Bella. He will never care about you and your feelings. All you're going to get is rejection. He will do like he did the first time: he'll just play you. He won't hold his promise. He won't love you.

That was far too much. Bellatrix grabbed the trinket on her bedside table and threw it at her husband.

-SHUT UP. Just shut the fuck up. You're just jealous because I'm the favorite one. And because I love him, not you. I did not want anything to do with you, my stupid father made me marry you for the pureblood society's sake. I'm stuck with you Rodolphus Lestrange, and I don't know what to do to make your understand that I don't want you to take care of me, I can take care of myself. I don't need your advice. I don't want to hear them, especially on the case of You-Know-Who and me.

Rodolphus, losing his mind, jumped on Bellatrix, took her wand out of her hand and threw far away from them. She was, not surprisingly, struggling with him. She did give him a good fight, but the man was far bigger than her.

He pinned her hands above her head and they both stopped to move. They could almost feel each other breaths on their face.

-He cannot love Bellatrix.

-Yes but I can.

Rodolphus let go of her, and left the room silently.

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An hour later, Bellatrix was calmly drinking tea, thinking about the previous events. She did not know if she was supposed to mad at Rodolphus or pity him.

Suddenly, somebody knocked at the door. In a deep sigh, Bella got up.

It was Blondie, again.

Lucius held a strange package, and gave it to Bellatrix without any explanations.

The package had been wrapped in a hurry, with cheap brown paper. It had no bows, nothing. It was certainly not a gift.

She ripped the wrapping at the speed of light, to find the dress she had worn on her last night with Voldemort.

There was a note attached to it

My Bellatrix,

I accidentally putted your dress in my luggage when I packed it up. I'm sorry, I hope you didn't get caught running naked in your sister's manor.

I'm presently on a trip, and don't know when I will come back. Don't expect me to show up at meetings.

We will have so matters to discuss when I'll be back.

Lord Voldemort.

Bella held the note closer to her heart, like if it would make Voldemort himself closer to her.

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Sorry guys, I know it was a long wait for new stuff, but I hope it was worth it. And I'm sorry to announce that I'm going on a little trip, and won't be back for a few days, so no updates.

My bad week extended to a bad month. But all is well now.

I was extremely sad to watch the last Harry Potter ever, and see Bellatrix die. I did cry during the movie for no reason, but that's just me.

But all of this made me realize that Bellatrix finally did what she swore she would: die for her master, her eternal love.

She is my favorite character because I can relate to her: deep down, she is all about love.

I hope these two are reunited somewhere. (Voldie is probably trying to take over Hell by now…)

So this chapter is dedicated to every impossible love on earth, and to every boy and girl that still believe that there is a chance they could be with the one they love