August 17th:

Rodolphus just asked me if they can have their wedding here. I don't know if I need to ask Voldemort or not… I think maybe I should…

Later:

We just had our first argument. I went into his office to tell him that Lucius Malfoy had brought his son to be given the Dark Mark.

"Okay," Voldemort replied not looking up.

"And Rodolphus wants to know if he and Shell can get married here," I continued.

Voldemort shrugged. "Makes no difference to me."

"But you're going to be there, surely it would-"

"I am not going."

"What?" I asked, shocked. "You can't-not go to your second's wedding… That would be like you not going to my wedding…"

"Yes, but you're never going to have another wedding Bellatrix, I would rather kill you then see that," he snapped, looking up. I was too shocked to say a word. "Send Draco in."

In complete shock, I turned and beckoned to Draco to go in; slamming the door behind me I stormed up to my room to write this. I cannot believe him.

5:00PM

He still isn't back. He normally comes up here at this time so we can have dinner.

10:56PM

Oh god, oh god… Why isn't he back?

August 18th: 10:01AM

He came in at about one o clock last night, turned the light on waking me up, turned it back off and then got into bed, just like he normally would have. I turned over and put one arm over him.

"I love you," I whispered.

Voldemort turned over, right over so he was on the edge of the bed and so that I couldn't reach him. "Go to sleep," he said, in a very cold and hard voice.

When I woke up this morning, he was gone, no note or anything. What have I done?

12:45:

He sent me a note to my office, when I was trying to get some work done. He's horrible.

Meeting tonight at eight. Be there on time.

L. Voldemort

I replied with;

Of course. Dinner is at half past five, will you be there?

Love Bella x-x-x-x

I know he got it because when I lean out of my window, I can see straight into his, and he didn't even read it. Just tossed it into the fire. I don't get this.

4:00PM

Rodolphus came in to ask about the wedding, but I was too upset to speak. When I'd come back to a slightly calmer state, I told him everything that had happened. He put his arms around me, and kissed my forehead, and told me Voldemort was probably just stressed and that everything would be alright soon. Why can't he just be nice to me?

9:54PM

I couldn't bring myself to go to the meeting. He's going to be mad with me, but I don't care. I've never been this hurt.

August 29th: 11:06:

Nothing from him for eleven days. I don't get this. God, I haven't cried this much since I was last on my period, that must have been two months ago…

Wait. Two months. Two months?

Surely I'm not…

11:26:

Pregnant.

What do I do…?

August 30th: 3:45PM

Rodolphus and Shell's wedding. I'm wearing a long black dress made out of silk, make up, hair all done, but I feel a wreck.

6:19PM:

I am speechless.

I stayed at the wedding, seated right at the front, just for the ceremony. It was very nice, though I cried a lot through it, no one could see me. Rodolphus was happily married and I… Well, at that moment, I had nothing.

I went and hugged him at the end, and he looked at me sympathetically.

"You look stunning, Bella," he said, though it was clear I didn't. He went off to dance with Shell after a while, so I thought I'd go and make Voldemort love me again. And tell him that he's going to be a father.

When I got to our rooms, the door was wide open to the sitting room, and there, on his lap, was a brunette woman stick insect thing, with glowing golden skin. She was giggling, and he… he had one of his hands on her bottom. He saw me standing there, though didn't say a word, and just stared at me. He also saw tears run down my face, but instead of pushing the stupid slut off his lap and running to make me feel better, he kissed her on the lips. Like I wasn't there, like I didn't exist.

I turned, and ran out of the room, wiping away the tears the best I could. I went back to the ball room.

I saw Shell first. She took one look at my face, and called Rodolphus over, and sent him out of the room with me.

"What happened?" Rodolphus asked, looking very worried.

"My husband is up in our sitting room with another woman on his lap!" I said loudly, and then dissolved into tears. Rodolphus put his arms around me, tightly hugging me to him.

"Rodolphus, I'm pregnant!" I said, my voice sounding strangely high pitched. "And my baby's father is cheating on me!"

I cried in his arms for a very long time, he just stood there, rubbing my back. "Can you take me to bed?" I asked him. He nodded.

"I'll stay with you, if you'd like," he said, as we reached the door to my old room.

"No, I'll be fine, you go down and enjoy yourself," I said, smiling despite myself. He hugged me once more, and left.

I don't think I'll be writing for a while.

September 11th:

The meeting today was horrible. I had to sit there with him like nothing was wrong, and whenever I spoke it was like I didn't exist.

At first he was talking about how we're going to gain alliances with more of the giants.

"We could send someone like you did before, when I was still in prison," I said, trying to say something logical.

"We have already tried that, Madam, and it didn't work," Voldemort replied, not looking directly at me. He never calls me Bella anymore either.

"That was with the different group Voldemort," I snapped. Silence.

"Bellatrix, just shut up for once!" he said loudly and very angrily.

I was amazed he had the nerve to be able to say that to me. "And why should I shut up?" I asked him. "You're the one that has cheated on me!" More silence.

"Leave us," Voldemort said, and the Inner Circle left right away. Oh great, that left me with angry Voldemort. "Don't you dare ever do that again because I swear, I will kill you."

"Go on then!" I yelled, standing up in front of him, my arms to the side. He lifted his wand and pointed it at me, and I thought for a moment he was going to, but he lowered it, and walked towards me.

"I didn't lie when I said I loved you," he hissed, and then swept past me. What? How does that make sense?

"THEN ACT LIKE IT!" I screamed as he reached the door. He turned around to look at me.

"I TRIED!" he yelled back, and then left. I could nearly see a little trail of smoke coming from his ears.

WHY AM I BEING FUNNY AT A TIME LIKE THIS?

Left me in complete confusion. I do not understand him. If he loves me then why doesn't he act like he does and treat me nicely?

October 13th:

What a long month this has been. I've hardly had time to write, he's been keeping me so busy with a load of unimportant junk. And to top it all off, I have got morning sickness. I feel and look awful, and I know it, and people keep looking at me as though I'm insane.

I most probably am.

December 25th:

Christmas Day. The Malfoy's, Lestrange's (That feels weird; I used to be one of them…) and various other people I am friends with, and… A mystery present. From a Mr T.R.

T.R.

Well, the present was a necklace. You know you can get those diamond necklaces that look like they're water dropping beautifully down your neck? Well, this is rubies, like blood. On the box it said, it writing I don't know;

My Lady,

Merry Christmas.

T.R

T.R… T.R…

I don't know many people who's last name begins with R, except for my own…

OH MY GOD.

RIDDLE.

No, he wouldn't have. Stop it.

December 26th:

I wore it yesterday, and he didn't look twice at it.

He so sent it.

He would have glared at it otherwise, like he does now whenever I wear any new clothes.

January 1st:

Happy New Year. I'm going around to Shell and Rodolphus's house (They bought a new house a bit after their wedding, in Italy. Apparently they're safer there, somehow…). It's strange, but it's easy to apparate to Italy. I was always better with long distances.

Anyway. I think I might start getting over him, before I get terribly obsessed and start stalking him.

Oh why am I bothering? I'd never stalk him, especially not now. That was the past, when I didn't care about anything else. But now, I have this little thing inside me that keeps making me sick. And I really love my baby, even though he or she isn't even born yet. It's strange, I never wanted a baby, and I actually can't wait now.

I want a girl. A boy would be okay, but a girl… Pretty dresses… And Voldemort can pay, naturally.

Ha.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all…

January 2nd:

It's terrible. I miss him even more now, ever since yesterday, the day of not missing my husband. It quite literally has made me miss him more. Never thought that was possible.

I might try and talk to him.

Bad idea.

Later:

I tried, but he was busy with someone with black hair with green streaks in it.

I hate him.

Well. You know. Don't kill me…

-Looks shifty-

-Hides-

I've nearly finished 12. So then you can love me again!

-Hopes-

Excessively Complex.