Author's Note: We do not own the characters. This story was done as a group effort on Padfoot's computer and Prongs and Moony's computer. We did this for FUN!

Voldemort/Bellatrix

BELLATRIX

I cannot wait for tonight. I have longed to work for the Dark Lord. I will serve him with all of my undying love.

VOLDEMORT

We are getting new recruits tonight. One of them, Bellatrix Black, has shown great potential for the Dark Arts. Being a Black, how can she not? Her sister, Narcissa, will also be joining us. The both of them together could cause great damage.

Bella… I love that name.

THAT NIGHT

Bellatrix and Narcissa Black, along with several others, were waiting in the old Riddle Manor. Bellatrix wore a black pair of pants and a black long-sleeved shirt, her long jet-black hair bound by a silver ribbon. Narcissa wore a similar number, save that a black ribbon bound her blonde hair. All of them stood with their eyes lowered in submission.

"Welcome to my humble home," said a cold voice. The recruits raised their eyes to look up at their Lord and Master, Voldemort. Bellatrix smiled.

"I am Lord Voldemort," said the man. His black eyes were piercing, and his long black hair (which he held back with a white ribbon) looked soft to the touch. His face was pale, with full red lips. He's an angel, thought Bellatrix. "As you may now, I am seeking followers to help me in my quest to destroy the Light side. I ask you, my new recruits, to join me."

He reached down beside him to pick up a scroll that had the names of the recruits on it. He unfurled it, and said, "When I call your name, please come forward. Rodolphus Lestrange." Rodolphus, a tall thin man with short red hair stepped forward. "Rodolphus, please follow Lucius Malfoy over there. He will be taking care of you tonight." When called, Lucius stepped forward and beckoned Rodolphus with his finger. They went into one of the rooms.

Several others also went with some of the other Death Eaters, and came back with their right arm sleeves rolled up. In the middle of the forearm, there was a marking of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Narcissa was called. "Please go with Lucius, Narcissa." She complied quickly, watching the Malfoy move.

"And finally, Bellatrix Black. I will personally be handling you." Bellatrix gulped. Don't freak out, don't freak out, you want to become his most beloved servant, don't ruin this, she thought.

She followed Voldemort into his bedroom, quietly. When she got there, she knelt on the floor in submission, her eyes on the floor.

"All right, Bellatrix," said Voldemort at last. "Are you prepared to do this?"

"Yes, Master," said Bellatrix flatly.

"Good, now let me see your resume." She handed it to him. The Dark Lord began to read it out loud. "Let's see… Graduated with top marks in everything, but showed special talents in Potions and Transfiguration. What sort of potions were you asked to make?"

"I was once asked to create the Draught of the Living Death."

"Did you succeed?"

"Yes, I was the only one in my class who didn't pass out from the fumes."

"Good. Do you have any special abilities?"

"I am a partial Metamorphmagus."

"Really? Show me." Instantly, Bellatrix changed the color of her hair to a glossy blood- red, then a shiny turquoise, then a royal purple, and finally back to her traditional black. "Most excellent."

"Thank you, my lord."

"And now for the formalities." Voldemort took out his wand, and pointed it at Bellatrix's right forearm. "Please roll up your sleeve." She complied. "All right. Do you, Bellatrix Black, solemnly swear that you will serve me and no one else?"

"I do, my Lord."

"That you will kill or be killed for me?"

"Yes."

"That you will reveal my plans to no one, save other Death Eaters?"

"Yes."

"Good. morsmordre!" he cried, and the mark of the Death Eater began to form on Bellatrix's right arm. It was pain beyond imagination, but Bellatrix had learned to control her emotions so that Voldemort wouldn't think that she was weak. But it did not work because she started to fall backwards, and her eyes began to close. Voldemort caught her just in time, and carried her to his bed.

"Sorry," she whispered. "It's-" The Dark Lord put a finger to her lips.

"Hush, my darling," he said. "I'll get you the best doctors in the land to fix this problem. I promise, my Bella."

"No one but my father ever calls me that," she replied with a smile. "But I think I can make an exception in your case." He got onto the bed, laid beside her, leaned in close, and their lips came together in a passion-filled kiss. Bella reached up, and untied the white ribbon. Voldemort did the same with the silver one. They broke apart for air.

"I love you, Bella," said Voldemort.