A Bellamort Tale

Part 8

The dark lord almost screamed when he pulled back from her memories, when he kissed her with trembling lips; when he made her feel safe and loved for the first time since she had left her parents' house.

"I won't kill your husband, Bellatrix. That would be a way too merciful punishment for him. Instead I will enjoy some alone time with him, before he will go on a very special mission. Never again will he forget what he did and to whom he did it. Even without me you are superior to him in everything you do. At my side, and that's where you will stand from now on, not only Rodolphus Lestrange, but all wizards and witches will have to bow to thee, my Lady. I still demand your total and complete subordination, but to everyone else, your orders will be like mine. And whoever won't follow them as if I had given them myself will squirm in the dirt in agonising pain!"

Bellatrix' grin had widened while listening to his words and turned into an insane giggle.

"Oh yes, my Lord. I can't get enough of seeing them writhe on the cold ground, their bodies arching in excruciating pain. Oh I hate to be stuck here, not able to curse at least a few muggles just for fun."

She looked directly into his eyes, her own sparkling with the desire to cause terror, when she enthusiastically exclaimed.

"You know what I would love to do just now? Muggle children. Just about the age when 'our' children go to Hogwarts for the first time. It's the perfect age. They are still so innocent and vulnerable, yet they also understand when they are in death peril. Their fear is the most delicious to watch and of course to cause!"

Voldemort laughed with her and kissed her lips just as ardently as she had spoken about her hunger for torment and terror. Her mind was still open for him and to Bella's astonishment he proposed, while letting her bathrobe soar towards the bed.

"Put this on and hold on to me tightly. Don't let go, not even after we arrived at our destination."

The dark haired witch gave him a bewildered look but agreed anyway. She would never question her master.

"I will do so, my Lord. May I ask, where we're going?"

The dark wizard only grinned as he pecked her lips, then whispered against them.

"Surprise, my dear Bellatrix."

The air was cold and snow was falling, when they arrived in the little village. The white, fluffy snowflakes had just begun to cover the roofs and trees, the lawns and meadows and as it was getting later and colder, the grey cobblestones were slowly vanishing under the bright layer of freshly fallen snow.

"Oh, my Lord, it's beautiful. I didn't even notice that it had started to snow. Wait, it's Christmas Eve, right? I was so distraught by everything that I didn't even notice. Godrick's Hollow? May I ask, my heart, why we're in Griffindor's fucking town?" She gasped a moment later.

"You did it! You really called me 'my heart'. I adore how devoted you are to please me, Bella. And even more that you do succeed most of the time. We won't speak about your brother in law's several failures, I know that you always wanted nothing more than to do my bidding. Tonight, my dear Bellatrix, we're going to watch Nagini do her most dark and dangerous magic. I don't have to assist, but maybe it's better if I do. Who knows what the senile old hag will do to her, if she's startled." Voldemort explained.

"Senile old hag? Who is it, my Lord? Will she suffer? Or just die quickly because it's part of the plan?" The witch pried.

"So eager. So desperate for some torture." He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her on the lips in the middle of the streets in Godrick's Hollow, where everyone would have been able to see them. "I wanted to kill her quickly, so we could go back and you'd be out of the cold. But seeing the bloodlusting sparkle in your eyes, I will allow you to play with her a little."

The, from the cold shaking, woman almost squealed in blissful anticipation, when she recalled that she wasn't usually the type of female who would overreact to everything with a high pitched, annoying sound. Instead she tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Even more fervently than he had done with her.

"I love you even more for allowing me this wonderful treat, my Lord. I will never be able to do enough for you to deserve what you grant me." She proclaimed and grabbed his hand to pull him along.

"Bella, wait. You promised to hold on to me, what you're doing, but I wasn't specific enough, but I also want you to stay as close as possible. Nobody can know about the child, or about you being the one carrying her!" The dark lord was his usual self now, adamant, fierce and merciless. Still Bellatrix' very fast reaction surprised him. Then he understood, without looking into her mind, that she had reacted on instinct. The ancient and to him barely graspable magic of motherly love, which caused women, even those who have never had children, to instantly want to care for a child's needs and protect them from harm. Most of them at least. He never had thought his most loyal soldier... no, his companion and soon mother to his daughter to be the motherly type. Hadn't she only minutes before wished to torture muggle children? No matter what he had thought about her, at least his woman was capable of making a difference between their own superiority and the pathetic muggles.

"My lord?" Bellatrix asked anxiously, when he after ordering her close to him didn't move at all.

"Mh? Oh, I uhm..." He brought both her hands to his mouth and kissed them softly, then rubbed them to warm them up. "I was lost in thoughts. I have to admit, you did a couple of things today that I hadn't expected. Don't look so scared, they weren't bad things or unpleasant qualities. I just keep wondering."