"My Lord! My Lord! MY LORD!"
"WHAT!" a man with long black hair and black robes on came running down a dark hallway with a blonde teenage boy. The teen was trying to keep up with the man but the man had already burst through a door at the end of the shadowed hall. The teen came to a halt when he reached the door and leaned, panting against the wall. The room was dark and cold. The only light was coming from a fireplace on the far side of the room. An armchair was standing a few feet away from the fireplace and sitting within it was a pale man, with a snake like face. Lord Voldemort... His red eyes, shinning in the fire light. He held a glare at the man who had ran into the room. A woman was sitting in the corner, plaing with a knife, dragging it across her skin, but carefully enough to not make a cut...she looked up when the man ran in.
"My Lord..." The man gasped, clutching his chest, he was wearing a evil grin and inhaled deeply, insanly...
"Severus..." Voldemort hissed.
"I did it..." For a moment, the Voldemort stared up at him silently. The woman gapped and the teen slid down the wall and sat upon the floor, trying to catch his breath.
"Dumbledore..." He hissed. Serverus nodded. Voldemort chuckled darkly. His chuckle began to rise into a manical laugh. The woman looked back and forth between the 2 men, she didn't know whether to laugh or not. Voldemort looked to the woman.
"Bella, come, we must notify the others. On this night, let it be known that if I wasn't the most powerfulist wizard in the world, I am now. With Albus Dumbldore dead, There is nothing that can stop me now."
"Potter..." Came a voice. They all looked at the boy on the floor.
"What?" Voldemort spat.
"Potter. Harry Potter. Can't he stop you?" Voldemort's grin faded and he looked as though he could just walk over and slap the kid.
"Yes, Draco. But Potter is not as Strong as I am. Potter has only the expirence of a 6th year wizard. His power, if he has any, does not compare to mine." He paused for a minute. "Draco. Did I not tell you to dispose of that fool, Dumbledore?"
"Yes."
"Then why did Serverus just tell me that he did it?"
"Because he did."
"But it was your mission...Not Severus's."
"I know, but I...I couldn't kill him. So Professor Snape did it."
"Why couldn't you?"
"I...donno...I guess I just backed out at the last minute."
"Well, as long as you are my Death Eater, make sure it never happens again. There will be a price to pay if you do. I will not punish you this time. As it was your first time, but the next time..." He stared down at Draco without saying anymore. Draco nodded and looked at the floor. "Come Bella." And with anouther word, Voldemort left the room with Bella and Snape at his heels.
"You didn't break the vow..." Bella said in a hushed tone. Snape looked at her.
"No. I didn't. I wasn't gonna put Narcissa's life or mine at risk. I never liked Dumbledore anyway...Always commenting on how Potter was his favorite student...Potter this and Potter that...God, I'm glad I killed him...Makes the world a better place."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Not breaking the vow of course! I know I complain about Narcissa too much, and everyone may think I hate her, but she's my sister. I wouldnt kill her if I wanted."
"Well...you're welcome." He smiled at her and then suddely and without warning, Voldemort stopped dead. Bella almost walked into him but caught herself at the last minute.
"Serverus...where are the others?" Snape squinted for a second, and hesitated.
"They were right behind us when we left."
"They should be back now, shouldn't they?"
"I guess..."
"Then why aren't they?" All was silent until a loud crack broke the silence and then more shouting and cheering. Voldemort whipped around and headed off at a stride to where the sound was coming from. He led Snape and Bella down the stairs and into the living room. A group of hooded and masked people stood in the room, cheering, peeling off their robes and masks. A scrubby looking man with long brown hair howled. Bella and Snape leanes over the railing and watched them, grinning. Voldemort walked down the rest of the steps and held up his hand to silence them all. They all fell to the ground on their knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. The howling man didn't but he started to lick off the blood that was dripping down his arm.
"Snape has just informed me of what had happened and I must say that I am pleased to a great extent. You all will be rewarded later, but for now, we celebrate." He waved his hand and the room was filled with food and drinks of all sorts, more chairs appeared and the other hooted and cried out in excitement. Bella and ran down the stairs. Snape followed and joined in with the others. Bella confronted Voldemort and he grinned.
"Bella, isn't this great? Finally, my wizarding world will be mine...I will have everyone kneeling before me and obeying my commands. I wil finally have my chance to become immortal and-" As he said all of this, he looked off and stared into space as though he was picturing it in his head.
"Master..." Bella groaned. He stopped and looked down at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to speak with you." He stared at her for a moment then nodded. He led her upstairs and into an empty room. He closed the door and turned to her.
"Tell me." She frowned and hesitated.
"Well...it's just...I'm worried."
"What? Why? This is a great and historic moment, Bella...How can you be-?"
"No. I'm worried about you." He stopped and gapped.
"...Me?" She nodded.
"Look, remember last year when we got back from the Ministry of Magic and I was crying and you asked why, but I didn't want to tell you?"
"Yes."
"Well, the reason I didn't tell you was because I was worried that I thought I was gonna lose you again."
"Bella...why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because I thought you'd get mad and you were already mad and I didn't want you to get mad at me!"
"Bella, I wouldn't get mad. But...why would you be worried that you would lose me?"
"The same reason why I never went insane in Azkaban and why I'm so devoted to you..."
"...Because you were already insane before you went to Azkaban?"
"No!" She shouted and he glared.
"Then tell me."
"I can't!" She gasped. He could see that she was almost to tears now but he couldn't understand why...
"Why not?"
"Same reason for last time...You're gonna get mad."
"Bella, I'm getting mad only because you're not telling me."
"Fine...just...you promise you won't kill me?"
"I have no reason to."
"Well, when I tell you, I know you'll wanna." He stared at her then glared and growled at her.
"What did you do now?"
"Nothing, I just..." He took a step foreward but she back away.
"Don't come near me when I'm gonna tell you!" She shreiked. He gapped at her.
"What is wrong with you today?"
"I...I..."
"Yes?"
"I...-" He was gonna repeat himself when all of a sudden it clicked.
"Dear god don't even say it!" He backed away and started for the door. She leaped foreward and ran in front of him. She blocked the door way.
"Wait...Master, please..."
"Bella! You can't!"
"Master, just listen..."
"No...I've heard enough." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way. When he let go, she grabbed his arm in return.
"MASTER!" He stopped and glared at her.
"What?"
"Just tell me why you're mad..."
"Because...There's nothing I can give you in return, Bella. You're my Death Eater, not my lover."
"But I don't need anything from you...just be yourself...You can beat me and scream at me all you want, but I'll still love you."
"What about your husband."
"He's not good enough." He chuckled. "No, I mean...I don't really love him. I only married him becuase I used to love him. Now, we're just so caught up in the war and he's back in Azkaban and things now are just...wrong."
"Exactly...they're wrong." And with that, he pushed her away and opened the door, send a last glare at her and slamming the door in her face.
Bella stayed outside in the graveyard and sat under the statue of the angel of death that leaned up against the Riddle's gravestones. Bella didn't no why, but this was her favorite spot to relax in the whole yard. The black night air chilled quickly. Dementors began to swarm the yard and started to mate. Bella wasn't scared even a bit by these tall, hooded and gruesomely dark creatures. Spending 14 years in Azkaban, she had become used to them and didn't even flinch when the cold air had hit her. She was so numb and was present bodily, but not mentally. She was lost in her own mind, thinking about the events of the early evening. She stared at the ground and wasn't making any noise or movement. In fact, the lack of life in her was so strong that she looked like a pale doll, sitting up against the stone as though her imaginary playmate had placed her there.
"Bella...why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because I thought you'd get mad and you were already mad and I didn't want you to get mad at me!"
"Bella, I wouldn't get mad. But...why would you be worried that you would lose me?"
"The same reason why I never went insane in Azkaban and why I'm so devoted to you..."
"...Because you were already insane before you went to Azkaban?"
"No!"
Still she said, silent and alone, the thoughts and memories racing through her mind. Once or twice, a dementor would glide by, even a single piece of it's long shreaded cloak would touch her arms that she had wrapped around her knees so tight, and she wouldn't even move or flinch. Her eyes became slightly glassy.
"Then tell me."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Same reason for last time...You're gonna get mad."
"Bella, I'm getting mad only because you're not telling me."
"Fine...just...you promise you won't kill me?"
"I have no reason to."
"Well, when I tell you, I know you'll wanna."
"What did you do now?"
"Nothing, I just..."
"Don't come near me when I'm gonna tell you!"
"What is wrong with you today?"
She breathing shallowed and her eyes became swallowed in salty water. Her bottom lip trembled and she was slowly and gradually coming back to life.
"I...I..."
"Yes?"
"I...-"
"Dear god don't even say it!"
"Wait...Master, please..."
"Bella! You can't!"
"Master, just listen..."
"No...I've heard enough."
"MASTER!"
"What?"
"Just tell me why you're mad..."
"Because...There's nothing I can give you in return, Bella. You're my Death Eater, not my lover."
"But I don't need anything from you...just be yourself...You can beat me and scream at me all you want, but I'll still love you."
"What about your husband."
"He's not good enough...No, I mean...I don't really love him. I only married him becuase I used to love him. Now, we're just so caught up in the war and he's back in Azkaban and things now are just...wrong."
"Exactly...they're wrong."
Bella suddenly leaned foreward and shouted. Most of the dementors took alarm and turned towards her. She grabbed her hair and pulled and tears streamed down her pale face which was slowly turning a bright red from anger. She kicked at the ground and dust and dirt flew up. She screamed into the silent night and took a fit. And owl took flight out of the old yew tree nearby.
"Stop." Bella choaked back the scream and looked up, her hair strewn acros her face and her mouth open.
"Huh?" She gazed up into her Master's eyes and glared. the moonlight upon her face with her black hair along with that glare gave her the slight look of a crazy person in a looked up physciatric ward.
"I have to talk to you. Now." He hissed. She growled and without saying anything, she disapparated without telling him where she was going.