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Written for Emery Wright's Descriptive Challenge, in HPFC.
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Marionette
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Chapter Three: Reversal
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If, in a few years time, I were to tell you that there was something special about Bellatrix Lestrange, you would snort, and ask me if I actually meant something special. If I were to tell you that it was because of this that Lord Voldemort was drawn to her and encouraged her, you would try correcting me, telling me it was her bloodlust he was encouraging. But the fact remains he saw an unharnessed power within the young witch, fuelled by a desperation and thirst to escape.
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She had begun to see a lot of the supposed Lord Voldemort.
Her husband had taken a great interest in his work.
He told her that it was the way forward, that it was good to finally have someone putting the scum back in its place.
She knew better then to comment. He never listened to her anyway.
This Lord seemed to take an interest in her.
She was not sure why, but he would constantly question her, stared at her. Trying to figure her out, she supposed. She had no right to complain, after all was that not what she was trying to do with him?
Her beloved husband did not seem too happy about this new found interest his new acquaintance had in her.
She supposed he was worried she would start to think herself more important and rebel, making it harder for him to control her.
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Many people believe that Ms Lestrange ran open armed to Lord Voldemort, sought him out for what he would allow and encourage her to do. They would be wrong. In truth she was hesitant, she knew she needed him, but she knew he would not take lightly to being used. No, Bellatrix was cautious in her approach of the Dark Lord, worried about rejection and retribution, should her scheme be found out.
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She did not know why she even tried to hide it in the end.
This Lord Voldemort really did know all.
He whispered to her he knew what she wanted of him.
His voice sent a chill down her spine.
He told her he could set her free. He could teach her things that would have people respect her. Have people tremble at her name. Have her husband cower at the sound of her voice.
She was in no position to disagree.
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It would not surprise you to learn that it was Lord Voldemort who taught Bellatrix Lestrange how to control the human mind. That it was also him who taught her to manipulate people and to make every cell in their body scream in pain. Yes it was the Dark Lord who taught her how to use the Unforgiveable Curses, how not to be a victim of them.
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She stood tall with her wand in one hand, tapping it against the other.
It was a stance he recognised.
He often stood that way, before he punished her.
He did not like the new power she was gaining, but he could not argue against this new Lord.
She smirked at the obvious discomfort he was feeling.
She looked to her left where her instructor stood.
He nodded at her.
She aimed her wand at her husband and spoke the curse he had so often used on her.
His eyes became glazed.
She grinned.
He stood their motionlessly awaiting her instructions.
Lord Voldemort had done what he had promised.
He had helped her to reverse the roles.
She was now the puppeteer and he, the unanimated human in front of her, was her marionette, her new little toy.
She knew that times were changing.
She knew that the Lord was going to be someone.
She drank in the feeling of power she was experiencing in that moment.
She knew she loved this feeling of someone being at her mercy, being under her control.
Yes she knew this was the beginning of a new Bellatrix Lestrange.
And oh how she wished she had been able to reverse their roles earlier.
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Authors Note: This is the last chapter but the epilogue will be up very soon! Please review!