A/N- Thank you for all the kind reviews! Now, here's the next chapter. I don't think it'll be as long as that last one.
Chapter 5- Scene 2
Abdul was staring pensively out the large window at the back of his Throne Room. This prophecy was indeed interesting. But, the thought of how to bring it about…now that was what was bothering him.
"I have to bed her?" Abdul questioned, turning back to Voldemort, who was sitting in the throne.
"Yes. I'm afraid that's how this prophecy works," Voldemort sneered.
"But…she is my enemy," Abdul stated. Then, he added, with a dark chuckle, "At least she is attractive. Do you think that Skywalker knows?"
"Most certainly. The question is, will he do anything about it?"
Abdul seemed to ponder this. Then, with a grin, he said, "He is one of those noble types. I doubt that he would bed the girl for sake of a prophecy. It would have to be for love. Ha. This should be quite easy."
"I agree…once you have her here. Getting the dear young lady here will be the trick," Voldemort said, standing.
"What do you mean?" the Sith Lord asked, walking toward him.
"I know that Potter and his friend, Longbottom, will have told his sister and her friends by now. Miss Potter will become very protected, I'd wager. We have to get her when all are least expecting."
"And when, precisely, would that be?"
"That is unclear as of now. However, my spies are keeping their ears open. As soon as they know something, she'll be ours."
"Mine, actually."
With a snort of discontent, Voldemort said, through gritted teeth, "Yes, yours. My mistake."
With a sneer, Abdul looked down his nose at Voldemort, "You'll be leaving now?"
With an almost guttural growl, Voldemort inclined his head a bit, turned, and swept from the Throne Room.
Outside the room, the Dark Lord pulled his wand from his robe's pocket, aimed it at the nearest bust, and doomed the sculpture to pieces.
"Milord?" came a timid female voice from somewhere near the floor.
Looking down, he recognized the crouching, masked figure of Bellatrix Lestrange. He smiled. Motioning for her to rise, he took her hand in hers.
"Tell me that you bring me good news," he asked.
She nodded. "Skywalker has just been informed of the prophecy. Discussions have begun on what should be done. They are also aware that we know of the prophecy."
"Ah, my Bellatrix. Always brings her master good news just when he needs to hear it. Come, I will reward you," Voldemort said, leading her up the hall.
"Master is so generous. I am grateful. Would you like me to remove my mask?" she asked.
The Dark Lord nodded. As they entered his chambers, Bellatrix's pallid, Azkaban-wearied face blushed.
End Notes: Alright, so we all know how he was going to reward her, right ::wink, wink:: I'm sorry if that grossed a few of you out, but I'm a major Bellatrix/Voldemort shipper. I had to slip just a scene in for you. Alright, so, as I work to finish this and other fics, I have a few one shots that will be posted in the Batman section, and I'm beginning a Vampire Hunter D fanfiction for anyone who might be interested. So, please R & R! Thanks!