"Madame Lestrange," a skinny little wizard exclaimed as he tried to keep up with Bella as she marched through the atrium of the ministry. "We've been expecting you, it is such an honor to have you here with us," the skinny wizard continued forcing Bella to hide a smile.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her and she had to fight the urge to begin cackling madly. She loved this, the power was more than addicting and she could feel it welling up inside of her as she continued to the elevator that would take her to where they were keeping all of her mudblood toys. It was not long before they arrived on the tenth floor, the new home for The Muggle-Born Registration Commission. A stumpy toad of a witch dressed all in pink was waiting for her.
"Madame Lestrange," her appallingly high pitched voice rang.
It might have been one of the most horrid noises Bella had ever heard, and that was a very frightening thought. She managed to hide the absolute disgust that coursed through her veins and simply cocked an eyebrow, looking down coldly. Clearly she was not what the stumpy witch had been expecting and she saw a flash of fear behind her eyes.
"If you would follow me I can take you to where we have been keeping the muggle-borns who have already been sentenced," she said in that same terrible voice as she turned on her stumpy little feet and started off to wherever Bella was meant to be going.
The looks only were well worth the trip here and she knew it was only going to get better when she was given her new play toys. She might have to have a word with her master about this terrible little witch who was kind of freaking her out. Everything about her seemed unnatural to her and she had seen her fair share of unnatural things. Thankfully it was not long before they reached the mudblood holding cells. Perfect little cages all in a row a filthy mudblood in each one, just waiting for her. A twisted smile slowly crept onto her lips as the pink toad went over which ones had already been sentenced. Bella stood there unmoving until the creepy little witch turned and left, this moment was for her and her alone.
When she knew that she had been left here alone she cackled madly, "Filthy little mudbloods!"
She quickly flourished her wand swinging open the first cell. With another quick wave ropes exploded out of the tip of her wand binding around the person inside and dragging his thrashing body until he was on the floor in front of her. She had new things to practice but those would have to wait. Her first killing here would be an example for all of them. With another dark cackle, she sent her favorite curse into the man, the red light hitting him square in the chest as he cried out writhing on the ground. Before he had time to recover from the last curse she struck him again and again until he was only whimpering softly on the ground. Her wicked smile grew as she leaped on top of him, pinning his arm out and grabbing the knife her master had given her for Christmas. She had not had much of a chance to use it lately, but she would certainly put it to good use today. She took her time carefully using the blade to carve the word mudblood into him arm. Nice and deep just in case someone forgot what he was. When he was dead his skin would eventually rot away and she did not want anyone who found him bones to be unaware of the filth they had found. She took her wand and carefully traced over the carving allowing it to be etched all the way down to the bone. An eternal reminder. She cackled, admiring her work before turning to look at the limp mudblood now at her feet.
She sighed, "Week little thing," before turning her wand on him and ending his life quickly. The green light from the curse illuminating her face as it struck him.
She quickly turned her attention to the next cell, enjoying the looks that the mudbloods were giving her. Fear would have been an immense understatement. There was one young little witch crying in the back of her cell that caught Bella's attention. She loved it when her victims cried, this one was going to be fun. The cell door flung open, banging against the iron bars as Bella used her wand to drag the girl from the cell to her feet.
"Poor little mudblood," Bella cooed, "Are you scared?" she asked in a childish voice. The little girl nodded, tears still running down her cheeks. "You should be!" Bella shouted as she decided to try one of her newest curses.
A sharp purple light flew from her wand and struck the girl square in the chest. The little witch's eyes grew wide as she began gasping for air, her lips turning a soft blue color. Bella watched intently as her victim slowly began to suffocate at her feet. She took her wand and placed it to the girls forearm as the word mudblood slowly carved its way across her skin. Then without a second glance, she cast the killing curse. This went on well into the evening. She went through the dozen mudbloods that had already been sentenced, practicing new curses and hexes, carving the word mudblood into each arm and leaving their corpses on the floor. When she was done and completely satisfied with the job she had done she strode proudly down the corridor leading her back to the elevator. As she walked people scurried away, clearly some had been brave enough to listen. She also must have looked rather frightening, blood stains on her hands and cloak, madness clearly painted across her features. You could have heard a pin drop as she strode proudly on her way to the elevator and back down to the atrium. The busy bustling of the atrium fell silent as she made her way back to the fireplaces, picking one she stepped in and was consumed by the green fire, sending her back to the manor.
Now it was time to clean up and enjoy the aftermath of her day. She went up to her room, grabbing fresh robes and headed to the bathroom. Once again it was time for a nice hot bath and a bottle of wine. Today was certainly one for the books. The bathtubs were large enough to host a party in, the excessive size adding to the grandeur that was the manor. With a flick of her wand, the tub filled up with steaming water and soft scented bubbles. She conjured a bottle of wine and a glass, pouring herself a drink before slipping into the warm water. Today Bella felt like a queen, and in her own way maybe she was. She sat enjoying the silence until she felt the air in the room change. While she was cautious it felt familiar and soon she felt her master's hand run across her shoulders.
"Someone has had a good day," he hissed softly.
"A wonderful day, my lord," she said happily leaning her head back to look at him.
"Did you know that I can feel your bloodlust now? All of the power and madness coursing through you I can feel," he hissed.
How could she forget, her Horcrux would allow him a connection to her; she had no idea it would be this strong. "Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.
He smiled wickedly at her, "I more than like it," he hissed before leaning in to kiss her.
Clearly he liked it. She kissed him back passionately enjoying every moment he allowed her. Who was she kidding, she was a queen and the dark lord was her king.