Do You Love Me?
"My Lord," Bellatrix whispered as she lay next to him.
"What is it Bella?" He asked.
"Do you love me?" She said almost hesitantly as if afraid of his answer.
"What kind of question is that!?" He exclaimed, staring at her in shock. "Why would you ask that? Our relationship is not about love. Love is for Gryffindors and weaklings. We don't need love. Love makes one vulnerable. You would never ask me to be vulnerable now would you Bella?"
"Of course not my Lord. It was a stupid question. I am sorry," she replied softly. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Running his fingers through her hair, he gazed at her with a rather strange expression.
"My Lord, what are you looking at me like that for? Again, I am sorry for the question. I don't know what came over me."
He looked for a minute longer then shook his head. "Bella, you will have no need for love, I promise. We both fulfill our needs in each other. What more can you want? I will give you everything. Lust, attraction, and darkness should be all that you want. Those things and more I will give you. Just don't ask for love."
"Sorry," she muttered, before leaning into him and closing her eyes.
The next day, Bellatrix found Voldemort stalking through his chambers. When he heard her, he threw a curse at her, but she dodged it.
"What is wrong, my Lord?" she asked.
"Those stupid imbeciles. They can't seem to get anything right. They were supposed to capture Potter. Instead, they barely escaped with their lives. Why does that child always escape my grasp? Why does nothing work anymore? Obviously thirteen years without me has removed the abilities of most of my followers. They can't do anything."
"My Lord, They are just not used to having you in charge. It has been a while. You just need to remind them who is in charge. It would have the added benefit of taking your anger out on something. As for Potter, you have to admit he does have help. The Order is protecting him. However, it is of no consequence. He is just lucky. One day, his luck will run out. Then he will be yours. How can he not lose? You are Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard ever. Nothing can stop you. Nothing can stand in your way. I am honored to be yours, my Lord."
"Ah, Bella, you always know what to say. How is it that you always have the right words, my Bella? You are right. We still have time. Potter will be mine. I just need patience. As for my followers, I will deal with them soon. You can help if you want. It will be lots of fun. I know how much you love torturing. You love it almost as much as I do. It will be very relaxing. It will be my gift to you. Oh, and Bella, about your question last night..."
"Thank you my Lord. Sorry about the question. It was stupid. I don't know why I asked it. I will..."
"Bella, I love you."
"My Lord," Bellatrix whispered as she lay next to him.
"What is it Bella?" He asked.
"Do you love me?" She said almost hesitantly as if afraid of his answer.
"What kind of question is that!?" He exclaimed, staring at her in shock. "Why would you ask that? Our relationship is not about love. Love is for Gryffindors and weaklings. We don't need love. Love makes one vulnerable. You would never ask me to be vulnerable now would you Bella?"
"Of course not my Lord. It was a stupid question. I am sorry," she replied softly. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Running his fingers through her hair, he gazed at her with a rather strange expression.
"My Lord, what are you looking at me like that for? Again, I am sorry for the question. I don't know what came over me."
He looked for a minute longer then shook his head. "Bella, you will have no need for love, I promise. We both fulfill our needs in each other. What more can you want? I will give you everything. Lust, attraction, and darkness should be all that you want. Those things and more I will give you. Just don't ask for love."
"Sorry," she muttered, before leaning into him and closing her eyes.
The next day, Bellatrix found Voldemort stalking through his chambers. When he heard her, he threw a curse at her, but she dodged it.
"What is wrong, my Lord?" she asked.
"Those stupid imbeciles. They can't seem to get anything right. They were supposed to capture Potter. Instead, they barely escaped with their lives. Why does that child always escape my grasp? Why does nothing work anymore? Obviously thirteen years without me has removed the abilities of most of my followers. They can't do anything."
"My Lord, They are just not used to having you in charge. It has been a while. You just need to remind them who is in charge. It would have the added benefit of taking your anger out on something. As for Potter, you have to admit he does have help. The Order is protecting him. However, it is of no consequence. He is just lucky. One day, his luck will run out. Then he will be yours. How can he not lose? You are Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard ever. Nothing can stop you. Nothing can stand in your way. I am honored to be yours, my Lord."
"Ah, Bella, you always know what to say. How is it that you always have the right words, my Bella? You are right. We still have time. Potter will be mine. I just need patience. As for my followers, I will deal with them soon. You can help if you want. It will be lots of fun. I know how much you love torturing. You love it almost as much as I do. It will be very relaxing. It will be my gift to you. Oh, and Bella, about your question last night..."
"Thank you my Lord. Sorry about the question. It was stupid. I don't know why I asked it. I will..."
"Bella, I love you."