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"Hello Bellatrix." He said coolly. She just about slipped off the edge when she saw him and heard him speak.
"My Lord, I'm sorry, I-I didn't know you were here. My sister was going around snooping and I wanted the plan to be safe so I left, I will return and leave you in peace, I'm sorry!" she said all in one breath. Lord Voldemort held out a silencing hand up to her.
"Come, you have not disobeyed any orders." He said with a patient and even tone. Bellatrix stood and took a few steps in his direction then sat. Voldemort watched her carefully. "The climb was not that difficult, she isn't at her best as of yet." He thought to himself. He had watched startled when he saw the long fingered hand grasp the mouth of the cave like a grapple. He relaxed when she pulled herself up and laid down against the floor of the cave oblivious to his presence. He came back to reality when she sat down across from him and set down the small pack. "You have everything I requested I trust?" Voldemort asked eyeing the pack. She nodded.
"Yes Master, everything you wanted is right here," Bellatrix said picking up the satchel and holding it out to him.
"I believe you." He said disinterestedly. Bella set the pack back down.
All was silent, he was deep in thought and she held her tongue pondering what to say.
"Master, may I inquire why you are here of all places instead of a warm manor house?' Bellatrix asked cautiously. He smiled softly.
"The same reasons you chose to come here, security. The other death eaters were a threat to the secrecy of the plan as well." Voldemort said. Bellatrix, wet and chilled to the bone took out a bowl from the pack and cast the charm for in-extinguishable fire. Her clothes were soaked and faded from the salt water. She stood raising her wand. With one flick she was dry again. Bellatrix looked towards the entrance of the cave, her eyes drawn by a flicker of light in the distance. Thunder rumbled and she felt the floor reverberating beneath her feet.
"I'm glad I got here when I did." She thought to herself. It was going to be a long night. A day later they rose from the caves; paths chosen, maps drawn, spells memorized, and everything packed. "Take my arm Bellatrix." Lord Voldemort said holding his arm out to her. She nodded and locked her arm around his. No matter how many times she side-apparated it always made her nauseous. First time she tried it she vomited on the instructor. Not a pleasant memory in the least. She held her breath and closed her eyes waiting for the sensation of being sucked through a vacuum.
When Bellatrix was sure that her feet were on solid ground she opened her eyes but didn't loosen her grip on her Master's arm. They were on a rocky slope. She looked around in wonder. The air was cool and a mist seemed to hover over them. When she looked down she screamed. They were standing on a narrow ledge and the only thing surrounding them was cloud. They were above the clouds standing on a two-foot ledge. Her heart sped up and her palms started to sweat. The sea cave wasn't nearly this tall. "Clouds for Merlin's sake, it just had to be fucking clouds." She thought tearing her eyes away. "Bellatrix." Lord Voldemort said looking down at her. She realized she was still hanging onto him with a death-grip.
"Sorry, My Lord.' She said taking her hands away from him.
"Thank you." He said rotating his shoulder. "What are you waiting for?" He asked looking to her. She looked over to him in confusion. "Climb." He said reaching up for the nearest foot hold.
"Sorry." She said following his lead. This mountain wasn't slimy with mold and algae like the other, it was surprisingly smooth and dry. They moved slowly up the mountains face in silence. Bellatrix didn't know just how long they had been climbing but her arms were starting to ache. "Don't say anything, just keep going." She thought to herself. She did exactly that forcing herself to creep up the edge like a vine of ivy.
Lord Voldemort was also starting to tire. "Next ledge we find were stopping to eat and rest." He thought to himself. They willed themselves onward not daring to look down. This continued for a good amount of time. The muscles in their arms were burning with every reach, it was starting to get hard to breathe in the thin air, and the temperature had dropped considerably. "I need something to eat or I'm going to faint." Bellatrix thought taking a deep breath and forcing herself to move forward.
Luckily, they soon found a suitable ledge for resting. It was much wider than the previous one, it spanned at least twenty feet in all directions. Bellatrix pulled herself up onto it panting and drenched in sweat. "Thank you My Lord, Thank You." She said just laying there on the cold surface. Everything either ached or burned from the strain. After a few moments of rest she pulled from her bag the bowl of in-extinguishable fire, two plates, a pot, and what appeared to be a magically preserved roast.
Soon the smell of cooked meat wafted around them. The food was split between the two of them and they ate it eagerly in silence. She leaned against the cold rough stone and took a bite of the beef. It tasted amazing, but after that climb anything would have been considered delicious.
Bellatrix took out her wand and cast a spell upon herself to numb her. She felt what seemed like ice water run from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Lord Voldemort did the same to himself. "Master?" Bellatrix asked cautiously.
"There will only be one day of climbing, but several more of hiking Bellatrix." He said rising to his feet. She stood and nodded. He almost always was able to read her mind. "I would say it is time to continue."
With that they continued their several hours they continued, unable to feel the pain that would have plagued them from exertion. Soon enough they reached the top of the peak and were greeted by solid earth. Trees surrounded them creating a sort of labyrinth. If you listened closely there were crows cawing in the distance and water running somewhere farther off. Lord Voldemort sat down and looked to Bellatrix waiting patiently. She took the hint taking from the small bag the tent that had been used in the Forest of Dean just before the attack at the Quiditch World Cup. She muttered an incantation and it assembled instantly. The Dark Lord stood and entered the threshold choosing an armchair by the mantel. It was a very extravagant tent and reminded her of the sitting room in Malfoy Manner. She thought of her Sister, Narcissa. What was she doing right now? What about Draco and his Father? She did miss them, but her love for her Lord and Master overcast the longing.
Bellatrix watched as Voldemort cast the spell sending flames into the empty hearth. It gave a comforting glow to the place and filled it with warmth. She decided it would be good to explore the tent a bit as she had not been present during the attack. She had been locked up in Azkaban.
A quick run through of the tent revealed a small but functional kitchenette, two bedrooms, and a lavatory. She was satisfied knowing where everything was and returned to the kitchenette as she felt her stomach rumble in protest to its emptiness. A flick of her wand and the food was ready. They ate in eager silence once again.
When the plates were cleared away the drowsiness set in. "Bellatrix, I will reside in my quarters, do not disturb me unless absolutely necessary." Lord Voldemort said quietly with an underlying graveness. Bellatrix knew better than to bother him when he said that. She knew better than to bother him. Period.
She decided that she would turn in as well. Bellatrix extinguished the fire in the hearth and went to her room. She dug through her pack and pulled out her sleeping clothes. She began to undress unzipping the back of her dress. "I really shouldn't have worn a dress today." She thought out loud. Bellatrix picked the dress up off the floor and laid it on the bed. She took off her underwear and draped that over the bed as well. She let down her hair and it tumbled down her back in gentle waves. She noted a bowl and pitcher on a table in the corner. "Agumenti" she whispered. The pitcher filled with crisp clean water. She took a cloth from the drawer in the table and began to wash. "What I wouldn't give for a steaming hot bath right now." Bellatrix thought to herself.
Lord Voldemort sat on his bed and watched her silhouette through the cloth wall. He watched as she undid the zipper of her dress and laid it out on her bed. He watched as she took off her brassier and panties. And he watched as she washed herself with the bowl and pitcher. His mind flashed back to that night. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw her draped over him, moving with him. He could hear her soft sensuous sounds and feel her hot breath on his neck. It was driving him mad. Every night when he lay down to sleep he would hear her voice whispering "My greatest honor…my greatest pleasure."
It brought him back to reality when the candles were capped and she lay down to sleep. To distract himself he went over the plan again. They would reach the giants in a few days time and they would present the Gurg with a precious gem of the wizarding world each day, waiting until the anticipation and trust would start to build. Then he would request their allegiance in exchange for more magic items. They would spread word to the few giant colonies remaining. Then they would move on to another group of creatures. Once he was certain her face or her voice wouldn't crop up in his mind Lord Voldemort laid down for a night of sleep.
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