July 6th

I GOT THE OWL!

It was so posh.

Really expensive pure white paper, blood red ink, and the writing was all curly and lovely.

More to the point, the CONTENT!

Lady Bellatrix,

Firstly the Dark Council would like to congratulate you on your up and coming marriage to the Dark Lord Voldemort. You may be aware that the Dark Council does not accept any member's second in command's to come to our meetings. The council, with the exception of your fiancée, has decided that as you are to marry Lord Voldemort, you will become the Dark Lady, and you will no longer be his second in command.

We look forward to finally meeting you at the next meeting, which is to be held next week on the 13th at Midnight. The Dark Lord will tell you of the location.

Sincerely,

The Dark Council.

I went running to Voldemort in his office, with those two bloody ward breakers who are completely useless, and I told them to get out BECAUSE I HAVE THAT POWER NOW!

Voldemort stood up and walked around his desk, looking curiously at me. "What's happened Bellatrix?" he asked. I shoved the letter into his hands, which he read. A smile broke onto his face. "This is brilliant, I wasn't sure that they would accept you. Well done." He kissed me roughly on the lips, his hand on the back of my neck pulling me towards him, closer then ever.

"I cannot wait," I whispered to him.

This whole new status has really made me quite mature, I have decided.

"Where is this mysterious location?" I asked him. He gave me a smirk.

"You'll see," was all he replied with, which actually made me a little bit suspicious. I rolled my eyes, and looked back to him.

"Fine, be difficult." I paused. "What shall I wear?"

He smirked again. I hate it when he does that. "Nothing would be alright for me," he commented.

Once more, I was very mature. "What do the other women wear?"

By the look on his face I could see that he was about the shrug, and then thought better about doing it. "Long evening dresses, and their crowns, if they are crowned people…" He paused. "You can wear one though because you're beautiful." He winked at me, which I smiled at. It sounded perfect to me. "You've seen what I wear, haven't you?"

I nodded. Once he'd had a meeting with the Inner Circle before he went, and he was wearing really floaty black robes with almost a reddish tinge, as though it's blood on them, with his cloak over the top. It's very hot.

"If you consider even looking at the Gangrel leader, I will hit you, because we're slight enemies and he's very hot, at least most of the single women seem to worship him." He rolled his eyes, and then kissed me on the lips, gently.

"Stop being so nice, it's not right for you. You should be beating me up," I said teasingly.

He smirked, very evilly. It wasn't nice. "We're not married yet, darling," he said scathingly.

I'm suddenly dreading being married to him. In a nice way.

If that is possible.

July 13th; 3AM-ish… Well, early.

I did it. I was so scared, but I did it.

We left at ten to. I was wearing my long green and silver dress, and my pretty silver tiara, my hair all down.

Voldemort was waiting for me while he had the Inner Circle meeting. I entered the room, and almost everyone was watching me walk to Voldemort. He didn't say a word to me; he just raised an eyebrow at me, which I think was meant to be approval. I sat down next to Lucius while he finished talking (and I still haven't spoken to Lucius since the ball incident) receiving a glare from Blondie himself. He's not very friendly when he's annoyed with someone.

He let the Inner Circle leave, and beckoned me over to him. I walked up the table, and sat down next to him.

"I think Lucius still hates me."

He didn't reply, just carried on writing. Then after a while, he sat back in his chair with a smirk. "I think so, my darling." He stood up, and kissed me gently on the lips. "You ready to go?"

I stood up facing him. He put one hand around my waist, drawing me closer to him, and then put his face near my ear. "So am I," he whispered. He took my hand, kissed it, keeping his eyes fixed on my face (He always does that) and led me out of the room.

We apparated to a castle. It was dark outside, really low thunder clouds, black ones. It was raining, but we didn't get wet. Voldemort took care of that. It was a huge castle, black granite with grey windows.

"Where are we?" I asked him.

He glanced up, and then back down again. Random. "Norway," he responded shortly. He grasped my hand tightly as we approached the front door. As we opened it, we could see there was light shining through from a doorway straight ahead. "Here's the secret of this place, follow the lights." He nodded ahead, and we walked towards the door. His hand was very tight around mine as we walked forwards. He opened the door, and there was a women sitting at a desk.

Which sucked.

She was kinda brown-blonde, with brown eyes and tanned skin, the normal type. She was wearing thick rimmed glasses and she was pretty, but not much more. She smiled at Voldemort as he entered.

"Hey Voldemort," she said, standing up. She shook his hand, and then looked at me. Her accent was Southern American, and I didn't think there was something right about her… She was wearing a midnight blue dress, long and floaty, though not my think, it was quite nice.

"Hello Lori," he replied to her, grinning at her. "This is my fiancé Bellatrix; I guess you've heard of her?" I smiled sweetly even though I was wondering what it was that was weird about her…

"Sure, I wrote the letter." She looked back to me again. "It's lovely to meet you; Voldemort never shuts up about you." I raised an eyebrow slightly in his direction, though he just squeezed my hand. I think that meant shut up. He can't talk… or squeeze, I suppose…

"So how's your girlfriend? What's her name again..?" He was totally trying to change the subject.

But wait…

I realised why and… OH MY GOD it's because she's a lesbian!

My eyes were very round, I can tell you.

"Jess, don't you ever remember that?" Lori asked, tapping him on the arm slightly.

"Well, you know, so many people to see, Dark Order's to run…" He winked at her, and smirked. "Alright, we'll be going in now my darling," he said to me. "See you later Lori." He led me through the door at the back corner, and into a room.

I've never seen a room like this before. There was a huge round table in it, made out of highly glossed and polished wood, with gold patterns on it. The chairs were made of the same wood with leather cushions on them, all black. On the top of them seemed to be a different symbol; which I didn't quite understand at first. The top half of the walls had thick paper on them, cream coloured with gold patterns on it in a diamond shape. The bottom had wooden panelling on it, and the floor had wooden boards on it. It was really hot.

Voldemort, still holding my hand, led me around the table (Which was filled apart from two seats) to two seats just opposite the entrance to the room. On the top of both of ours were two wood snakes; and I quickly realised that the things on the top of the chair were things representing their own group.

To be honest, the rest is a bit of a blur. They were talking about a lot of confusing things. But, I remember I did get an introduction. First from the Speaker (He was just there to prevent any spells being flung at each other, I think), and then from Voldemort who said plenty of nice things about me.

The speaker stood up. "Welcome, my friends, to another Dark Council meeting. As many of you already know, we have a new member tonight." There were some murmurings around the circle, and people looking at me, wondering who I was. There was a really, really hot guy opposite me, who was glaring at Voldemort, who was glaring back. I guessed he was the Gangral leader.

"You know our rules, we can have no one who is a second in command in the council, and until recently, Bellatrix Lestrange was Lord Voldemort's second. I give you Lord Voldemort to explain." The speaker sat down, and Voldemort stood up, ignoring the Gangral.

"My Lord's and Lady's," he started, bowing his head slightly. "I would be deeply honoured to present to you my fiancé Bellatrix, our newest addition, and the Dark Lady of my Death Eaters." And then, everyone there started to clap for me. When they'd shut up, Voldemort spoke again. "We'll be getting married some time in the very near future, so expect invitations." He sat down and the meeting went ahead.

Voldemort says I'm not allowed to write any of it down in case my diary is found and read. It's not fair.

When we left the castle (It was still raining madly) Voldemort lifted me into his arms, and he apparated me back to the manor. "I've been thinking Trixy," he said as we walked back up the drive. "I want to crown you in front of all the Death Eaters, as the Dark Lady."

I smiled at him. "That would be… so romantic." I put one arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek. "But when?"

He shrugged. "After the wedding. We'll give it a while, for our hangovers to go away though." Voldemort smirked at me, and then kissed me firmly on the lips.

"We aren't getting that drunk on our wedding." I pouted at him. "You still have to Dark Order to run, you can't leave it all to me to do." I turned so I was in front of him as we reached the steps to go to the front door. "I need a wedding dress still."

He gave me a gentle smile. "Trixy, I promise I will take you out next week, okay?" I nodded at him, and let him walk on. "Besides, we haven't even set that date yet."

"You do it."

Voldemort smirked. "I thought maybe the end of the month."

I put my arms around his waist, and kissed him. "Alright then."

And that was that.

Fallon, though, the Gangral leader… Hot as fire. I need to dance with him at the wedding…

July 20th; 4PM

I have a dress. It's white satin with red embroidery all around it, in the shape of flowers. Just on the edge. It's strapless, the train is long and part of the dress, and it finishes in a sort of curved shape. I'm in love with a dress.

I didn't let Voldemort see the one I had bought, or any of the ones I wanted.

I just let him pay. Gosh, I'm such a wonderful, good, marvellous wife. Worship me.

Wife? What am I saying…? Fiancé…

Love my Voldemort.

He says he isn't mine. He is really.

Ten days to go…

July 29th.

I'm so nervous. I cannot believe that tomorrow I will be marrying Lord Voldemort. I never, ever thought that this would happen.

He's been really quiet today. I hope he isn't going to say he doesn't want to marry me, or something, I think I'd die. I did go and ask him if he was alright, and he stood up really quickly, and pulled me into him, and then kissed me very passionately.

"Of course I am, we're getting married tomorrow." He smirked and kissed me again, and sent me off to do important stuff. I couldn't concentrate though.

I don't actually know how he expects me to concentrate at a time like THIS.

Damn you Albus Dumbledore.

I'm right. It's his fault that I have to work.

Anyway. It's getting late. We have to be up early tomorrow, since I have to get this dress on. I've put it in a room on the other side of the house (In the West Wing- sounds so good… "Oh yes, I'm just going to the West Wing to pick up my dress") and it's locked about eight times. And it has little wards around it so he can't break in at all, and it'll alert me when someone tries to get in. It's great.

Oh, and, I totally forgot, but Shell is going to be one of my bridesmaids, and for some reason, Voldemort asked Rodolphus to be his "best man". He told me after it was because Rodolphus is second in command, but that's crap if you ask me. He likes Rodolphus a lot. I can tell.

So, Shell and Narcissa. They've both got long red dresses that match my dress, and I'm going to make them wear black roses in their hair. I get to wear white ones… Because I'm special…

Special, special, special, is me.

Voldemort's yelling at me to get into bed now. He's clearly very nervous. We've taken to sleeping very closely together, I mostly end up sleeping with my head right next to his neck, and he likes gently rubbing his fingers against my scalp. It's amazingly relaxing.

I'm going to bed now. I'll write tomorrow before the wedding. I might not have time after, wink, wink…

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