Chapter Twenty-Four
While Everyone Blissfully Sleeps
1985, 18 October
Bellatrix, or what remained of her physical form, crouched upon the floor of the Forbidden Forest. He wore the tattered remains of Bellatrix's Azkaban uniform; once a simple and long, grey tunic of coarse wool. It did nothing to protect the body from the chill in the air. Of that, Voldemort could care less. He had scanned the students of Slytherin for a proper, new host for his Soul. None were acceptable until the moment he had seen the child of Severus Snape. BellaMort smiled darkly; that moment had been sweet despite the remains of Bellatrix.
1985, 13 September - A Flashback
Abiding in the Forbidden Forest until he could find the perfect mind to direct for his needs, he was delighted when a small child had come running into the forest. A glimpse into the innocent mind had been all he needed to know that this child would be suitable for his needs. He had learned that the boy was the son of the traitor Severus Snape.
As much as Voldemort was curious about the child he had whispered to the last breath of Bellatrix that they must return to their place of hiding. Before he could stop the muscle reaction his wand whipped out towards the child. The casting of the curse left Bellatrix's lips and Arri was knocked off his feet as fire opened up on his arm. Thankfully he blacked out.
"S-s-s-stupid bitch!" snarled Voldemort's voice. "You've killed him!"
"Snape's sproggy?" Bellatrix's laughter echoed through the forest as she ran up to the child and stomped on his head. Blood seeped from the child's mouth. "AUGHHHH!"
Bellatrix's high-pitched, anguished cry faded as the last of her soul was brutally shredded and destroyed by her usurper, Voldemort.
Almost tenderly, Voldemort bent over and touched the neck of the child. When he determined the heart beat was strong, Voldemort apparated away.
Voldemort stood just as a harsh breeze whistled past the skeletal body of Bellatrix LeStrange. He smiled. Without the near constant whining cackle of his host (gone in a satisfying scream of pain) he knew he could enter Hogwarts with none within the wiser. He had tried at the September 1st Welcoming Feast but the power that was Bellatrix Lestrange had begun fighting him. For some reason she hadn't liked the so intimate presence of her Dark Lord.
"S-s-s-soon," Voldemort smiled to himself, scraping the fingers of his left hand across the head of Bellatrix LeStrange and causing a clump of matted, black hair to fall to the floor, "I ssssshall crush the traitor, S-s-severusss S-s-snape by torturing his own son in front of him." The Dark wizard smiled causing a mouse to run back into its hole in fear. "Halloween is coming… the Chamber of S-s-s-secrets will be mine again!"