The Real Dark Lord
Chapter 8
"Stupid Potter, stupid Order, if it weren't for them those stupid kids would all be dead by now! Our Lord would finally have Potter!" Shrieked Bellatrix downstairs as I lay in bed wondering when Tom would come back.
"Now Our Lord has disappeared and that stupid bitch is upstairs sulking! We should just storm the school, take it by force and kill that stupid Dumbledore while were at it!" She seethed.
I laughed half heartedly at her, seems she still hates me after helping her out last week in the battle. I buried my head in the pillow and tried to block out her whiny voice.
"Bella, shush, Draco is sleeping." Narcissa said quietly.
"Oh, to hell with him and Cally. I've had it up to here with the failures, if I wasn't in Azkaban, serving time for my master, unlike SOMEONE who just forgot about him," (Naturally directed at me), "we'd of had Potter by now, I wouldn't put up with the rest of their failures, especially your husband Cissy. How many times has he failed now? More than I can count I'm sure."
"Bellatrix Lestrange! Don't you dare take your failure out on my husband! You failed along with the rest of them and you need to stop sucking up to the Dark Lord and take responsibility!" Screamed Narcissa
I could hear faint uttering's and stuttered words coming from Bellatrix, it was nice to hear her put in her place after a whole week of the same shrieking voice.
The Second Wizarding War had begun, with Tom's existence finally out in the open.
We need no longer hide and we wreaked terror and havoc upon both the Wizarding world and the Muggle world.
Finally, we could breathe again. With Tom by my side I felt we were finally drawing this to a close, the world was in panic, just how we liked it.
He had been able to get the giants and Dementors on our side whilst Draco was made a Death Eater and ordered to kill Dumbledore as punishment for Lucius's failure.
"Everything is working perfectly my love." Tom lay next to me, his hand in mine.
He pulled me onto his chest; it was pale in the moonlight that shone through the open window.
"Soon, I will have the boy and we can take this world together, we can make it our own."
I liked the way he made it sound, Us. Together. Ruling the world. Wizards and Muggles falling at our feet.
"It will be amazing, we shall take this world by force and rule it. With the boy gone and Albus Dumbledore too, I shall win the Elder Wand and be unbeatable."
"We shall be unbeatable." He added.
"As long as we're together, we shall win." I sighed.
"I shall have this world, but for now, I think I shall have you instead." He laughed as he slid on top of me and kissed my neck.
"I find it amusing that Potter said he feels sorry for me as I will 'never know' love, but I have it right here." His smile grew wider as he flicked his wand and drew the curtains across the moonlight.
As Tom had said, soon enough everything was working perfectly. Dumbledore was killed, not by Draco though, but Severus Snape. Draco could not bear to do it, he was never strong enough and Tom knew that.
He had taken over Malfoy Manor as his Headquarters and used their basement to hold prisoners, which was now occupied by Ollivander. The old wand maker was being very uncooperative, even after double cruciatus curses from Tom and I. But he did tell him about the twin cores that happened in the graveyard and that he should use a new wand, much to Lucius's dismay he took his.
Whilst talking to all his followers, he talked about the twin cores and what he was going to do.
"I have been careless and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans, but I know better now. I understand those things that I did not understand before, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be."
That night we stood together in the moonlight, we talked about the future and what was in store.
"It is going well." I started to say but he held his skeletal fingers to my lips and looked into my eyes.
"Yes it is, but I am worried."
"How so my Lord."
"I am worried for your safety, my love."
"My Lord…Tom," I looked deep into his eyes, "You are not going to ask me to stay here and wait for you are you?"
He dropped his gaze to the floor.
"I cannot possibly bear to be without you, what if something was to happen to you, then what would I do?"
"If something did happen to me, at least you would be safe."
"But for how long, if you are defeated, we shall be next, and they will not rest until we are dead or in Azkaban."
He sighed.
"You are right, but I can't help but worry about you my dearest."
"I worry for you too but I could not bear to be apart from you, especially now as the final battle draws nearer. If we do not catch Potter we will have to draw him to us and I want to be there when you have him by the throat. I want to watch you utter the final words to end his pitiful existence, you have already turned most of the world against him. With my help we will win and I aim to see this through to the end, by your side." I gazed at his face, though dropped to the floor; I could still see the worry and pain etched upon it.
He looked up and into my eyes, for a moment I thought I saw the smallest flicker of moisture in his eyes, but then it was gone.
"I love you, Cally Chase." He whispered.
"And I you, my dear."
My thoughts travelled back to that first night, alone in Malfoy Manor. He curled his spider-like hand around mine as he drew my body to his and kissed me. After a while, we wandered back to the mansion hand in hand.