"6 o'clock." Muttered Voldemort under his breath as he looked out among the crowd of his followers. He stood at the altar with Lucius, Wormtail, Draco, Snape, and a short old man who was shaking from fear. Snape looked down at him and guessed that one of the other followers must have kidnapped the village priest for the ceremony. When the song started, a knot in Voldemort's stomach tightened.
What if she ran? I'll kill Lucius is she did. Narcissa better be keeping an eye on her. I don't know what to do if I lose my Dark Lady, This is not-
A small child stumbled out from behind a gravestone. The little girl, Abigail Nott, 5 year old daughter of one of the Death Eaters, took tiny steps down the aisle between the on looking guests. She held the bouquet of blood red roses with trembling hands. She made her way up to Voldemort and stood next to him. Next, Narcissa, dressed in a dark red dress, walked swiftly down the aisle and took place next to little Abby. Following her in the same attire were: Marissa Goyle, Erin Avery and Jessica Dolohov. After they had stopped at the altar, there was a brief moment of hesitation that Voldemort thought was forever before….
"Great Salazar Slytherin…." Voldemort heard Lucius and Wormtail say together. The crowd stood up as Bella walked out into the graveyard, holding a bouquet of black roses. Voldemort was thinking the same thing. She was in his and (as far as he could tell) every other man's eyes, beautiful. The crowd stood and watched Bella walk down the aisle towards Voldemort. For a short moment before he took her hands in his, he felt as thought he could die…again.
The little man twitched and looked nervously between Bellatrix and Voldemort.
"Uh.." He cleared his throat and opened his bible.
"We're gathered here today to witness a marriage between 2 lovers. Uh, rings?" Lucius stepped forward and handed Voldemort the rings.
Bella's POV:
"Do you, Bellatrix Anastasia Lestrange, take this…." The man studied my Master for a moment. Lucius rolled his eyes and sighed. He flicked his wand and the priest's eyes glossed over and stared into space. In a clam and collected voice, he continued. "Do you take the Dark Lord to be your husband?" I looked into my Master's eyes for a brief moment and nodded. "I do." Master slid the ring upon my finger.
"And do you, oh gracious Lord of all that is dark and powerful-" My Lord turned towards Lucius and gave him a look that clearly asked, "What the hell are you doing?" Some of the other followers chuckled.
Lucius grinned and shrugged and flicked his wand again.
"Do you, Lord Voldemort, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I could have sworn my Lord had tightened his grip on my hands before…
"I do." I slid the ring upon his long and slender finger, not taking my eyes away from his.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." He didn't need telling twice. He lifted my veil and leaned forward and kissed me. An "Ooohhh!" had swept across the audience along with applause. Master pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
"My lady"
"My Lord." He grinned and took my hand and we walked back down the aisle together as the follower bowed not only to the Dark Lord, but now to me, their Dark Lady.