A/N: Sorry that this is so short but I felt that this was a good place to stop. I'm going away for the next few weeks and don't know how often I'll be able to update so please just hang with me. I promise to update as soon as I can. Please review, criticism is welcome.
She took a step in to the chamber finding the Dark Lord sitting stiffly on one of the grand red velvet chairs placed in front o
She took a step in to the chamber finding the Dark Lord sitting stiffly on one of the grand red velvet chairs placed in front of the fireplace. The flames had died out and left burning embers casting eerie shadows around the other wise dark room. Bellatrix quickly walked towards him, bowing low in front of him to kiss the hems of his robes. She rose facing him dark eyes watching and anticipating. His gaze was one thing most people shriveled under, but not her. If anything Bellatrix seemed more alive.
" Bella" he said in a tone of disdain making her blink in acknowledgment of what was to come. " You have disappointed me greatly this evening. For a witch of your skill this task should have been simple but you have failed me more than ever before, how is this possible?"
" We were out numbered My Lord. The others…."
"Silence." He said cutting her off mid sentence "I do not care to hear your excuses. You more than anyone should have known what this loss means for us."
Voldemort looked at her, she looked scarred under every other emotion it still shone through bright as day. As each second passed he watched as she stood still as stone, immobilized like the statues that stood silently in the hallways. He was considering what should be done. Everything he did she seemed able to draw pleasure from. Punishment even of the highest form she was able to tolerate with a look of pure admiration. Then the thought came to him. The one thing he knew she would not be able to tolerate. A thin smirk showed on his thin lips as he looked thoughts turned slowly in his mind.