Disclaimer: All of this belongs to JKR
Just a little side note: Some of the emotions and references are fully explained in my other story, Secrets of the Heart, but here's the short version:
Bellatrix Black was friends with Lucius Malfoy. She fell in love with him, but when he fell in love with and proposed to her younger sister, Narcissa, Bella married Rodolphus Lestrange and joined the Dark Lord, who she also fell in love with. She also has an obsession with wizard-lore and looked to establish a new age, one with her as Queen of the Wizarding World.
So...Hope that clears things up. Please enjoy.
In Dreams II
She knew this was a dream, a wonderful fancy that would pass, eventually. She knew that it wasn't him lying beside her, wasn't him she'd shared her night with, shared her gifts with, married. It wasn't his arms wrapped around her naked waist as she lay in bed, sheets wrapped around her cold and still form, but she could always dream.
She imagined herself in a room, filled with mist and shadow, like a room made of cloud. It was chill, but not uncomfortably so, and she could feel the tiny drops of rain through her thin shift that she work for bed.
He came to her from the mists, his dark robe swirling around him as if he was a creature of cloud and rain himself, a dark thundercloud that would bring change and power the way a storm brought fear and destruction. She couldn't breathe as he walked up to her, his arm cold on her shoulder. She could feel every bone through the thin fabric.
"Bella," he hissed in his snakelike manner as he pulled off his robes, allowing them to fall around his thin, skeleton-like form. There was warmth in his red eyes, a warmth so rarely seen that it looked foreign, yet so kind and loving that it looked as if it had been there forever, as if a Dark Lord had transformed into a kind lover.
He pulled away the material of her thin nightgown until she stood, naked in front of him, her long, curly black hair, no longer wild and untamed, falling to her waist and fluttering in a distant breeze. She reached out to him and in a single motion, was wrapped in his arms.
He kissed her with a passion that was never seen before. He held her so close and with such love that she thought she would melt. It was love like she'd never loved before. He was real, so real, and her heart seemed to pump in his chest as he held her close to him.
"To hell with my husband," she whispered as he kissed her neck, searching for her lips.
"Do you want me to kill him?" he asked her, half mockingly. "For only then can you be mine truly."
"I am yours forever," she answered, returning his kiss with passion. "Forever…."
She sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. Her husband lay beside her, fast asleep. She pushed him away from her, walking to the window, allowing the nighttime wind to rustle through her thick black hair, so unlike that of her sister, so unlike the white blonde of her angelic, more favored sister, the sister that her first love favored over her.
"I swore I would never love again," she told herself. "But I am yours forever, my lord."
"My lord."
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