Attention all! I once again apologize for the rather long wait. College life got busy and I put the story back on hold until it had calmed down. That being said, I hope to have this updated regularly on a weekly basis, now that I have more free time. But without further delay, please enjoy the next chapter.

"ARRRGHHH!" Voldemort screamed as he sat up from his bed clenching his left pec in agony, and simultaneously waking up the sleeping mass next to him. "What is it my lord?" Came a soft coo. "Nothing new Bella. Just the usual searing pain from the wound is all." He said solemnly as he stood up, before motioning Bellatrix to go and grab his clothing.

"You really should go and have Snape take a look at that wound. He's very good with unique and unusual things like that...or at least so I've heard." Bellatrix said as she clothed her lover, but then stopped. "But then again. I've heard many things about him that turned out to be false. His loyalty, his dueling ability….the length of his cock…" SLAP! "That's enough Bella!" Voldemort shouted as he backhanded her across the face.

"But perhaps you're right. Maybe it is time I visited my old friend. After all, it has been 3 years since that Potter-Fuck interfered with my plans. And yet, this stupid wound has not healed in the slightest."

"Perhaps its a new kind of magic, or one that is unknown." Bellatrix responded as she finished dressing her master. "Impossible! Potter had just finished his fourth year when our little scruffle occurred. There is no way he could have developed or used such a unique magic at that age. Whatever this shit is, It's some sort of rare dark magic, or I would have known about it! I am the master of the Dark Arts for fucksake!" He stated angrily, and then sighed.

"I'm sick of having to read about his 'outstanding achievements' and his 'distinguishing rewards', that the ministry continues to puke out." Voldemort gagged as he continued. "Times were so much different I was in school as head boy. A simple quidditch game did not capture the attention of the entire Ministry of magic, and it's players were not susceptible to prestigious awards!"

Bellatrix sighed and rolled her eyes, but continued to let him monologue. "But it does not matter. We now know the location of the elder wand, thanks to Grindelwald, and all I have to do is but take the thing from Albus, and I shall have unlimited power, and will finally be able to silence the great Harry Potter, ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

Bellatrix pouted, "Can I at least break him first? I have some….'special things', I want to do to the boy before you finally end him." Voldemort turned and pondered the idea. "I suppose, after all, the more we torture and break him, the better the feeling will be when I finally take his pathetic little life."

Bellatrix nodded and then cracked a mischievous smile. "But first, I must have that wand. Albus's tomb is on Eilean na Moine, which is too far to apparate, and even so, I don't want those fucking auror's tracking our movements either, at least not yet. Thus, we shall have to go on foot." Replied voldemort.

"When are we going to depart my lord?" Bellatrix asked, excitedly. Voldemort scoffed before replying, "We shall leave in approx. six hours, that should give us enough time to decide what our route will be, as well as anything else we may need on our journey."

Bellatrix applauded happily and turned to ready herself, but before she could, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder. "I gave you permission to break him, but that does not mean you get to fuck him, or grant him any sort of pleasure. Whether it be direct or indirect." She sighed as Voldemort continued, "And most importantly, do not forget, that I must be the one to kill him!"

She pulled away frustrated, "I know! I know!" Voldemort nodded, pleased that she seemed to understand why he forbade her, and sent her away to ready herself. "She is much too eager to please. It sickens me that she would even think about having the Potter boy inside her, and whatever else she wants him to do." He shuddered at the thought.

Bellatrix slammed the door and threw herself onto the bed, similarly to that of an infant. " He never lets me have any fun. But we'll see just how fucking stupid his face looks when he catches Potter filling me up with his glorious seed." Bellatrix moaned softly at her own words. "He may be my lover, but I know Potter will pound my pussy so much better than that old oaf." She giggled to herself before stripping naked, eager to please her hungry pussy…

And that's a wrap everyone. As you can probably tell, I plan on starting the next chapter off with a "self-induced" lemon.

I once again apologize for the long wait, but I will do the best of my ability to continue putting out chapters, preferably longer one's at that.