A/N: Happy birthday to me! Hehe. Here is chapter 4. It's short again and a bit OTT but I figured it was an acceptable scene to write OTTness lol. Hope you like
-Sam x
Chapter 4
Bellatrix led Voldemort up to the room above the shop, each rickety stair creaking beneath their footsteps.
The room was dark and smelt musty from the years of dust that had accumulated over every surface.
Voldemort looked around, his heart racing. The place was empty, save for the cot that stood eerily untouched in the corner of the room.
Bellatrix crept uncertainly towards a loose floorboard in the centre of the room and knelt down to open it.
"I could have sold it, but I didn't." she said breathlessly as Voldemort strode over to join her. "I kept it…just in case."
She reached down under the floorboards and, with shaking fingers, handed him what lay there.
Voldemort gasped. Unlike the rest of the room, the Wand looked shiny and new, as though it had been waiting for him all these years, as if it had known he would one day return for it.
He held the wand cautiously, hoping that the time they had spent apart had not damaged their sacred bond. And yet it felt perfect, like two friends who had not had company in years and encounter a chance meeting; any awkwardness is immediately dispelled by the pure magic that connects these two lost souls, and the time that has been wasted apart suddenly fades into meaningless history. And so it was with Voldemort and his wand.
"My friend." he murmured. "How long it has been, and yet here you are waiting for me… perfect as ever. I know I can rely on you…"
"You can rely on me too, my Lord." said Bellatrix softly.
"Soon, we will do great wonders, my friend." said Voldemort, gazing at his wand as if in a trance.
"I never forgot about you… I knew you'd come home." Bellatrix continued, gazing at him with pure adoration in her eyes.
Her words went unappreciated by Voldemort, however, who was now pacing the room, still talking softly to his wand.
"Anyway, you're welcome to move in here, My Lord. It'd be an honour…" her voice trailed into nothing; Voldemort now had his back to her completely.
"Blood will be shed, my friend. Revenge will be ours." hissed Voldemort.
It was only then that he seemed to notice Bellatrix's presence.
He turned to face her and she smiled hopefully, but he merely glanced at her before he turned back to his precious wand.
"Leave me." he muttered jerkily.
Bellatrix nodded and duly left the room, shutting the creaky old door behind her.
Voldemort lifted his arm high up into the air causing a torrent of emerald green shooting stars to burst from the tip of his wand.
"At last! My arm is complete again!"
Voldemort grinned, an evil gleam in his eye. Finally, the wand and its master were reunited.