Dead hearts - Bellatrix Black Lestrange *editing*

Chapter Two - The Most Loyal Servant of Them All

I was wearing a black, dirty cloak, with a hood covering my face. I was walking quickly, the heels of my boots that I had found in a muggle clothing shop slamming to the stones of the ground. I was in Diagon Alley, and my intentions was to get to Knockturn Alley so I could rest for a couple of hours. It was a huge risk walking here. The mass breakout were all over the news. People were already giving me strange looks, but I couldn't risk being recognised, so therefore the cloak.
I walked past a stone wall, and it were completely covered in posters of me, saying "wanted" above. It was a picture of me, looking at the camera, with my chin in the air.

WANTED
BELLATRIX LESTRANGE

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE IS A KNOWN DEATH EATER. CONVINCED MURDER. FUGITIVE FROM AZKABAN.
APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION!

The reward were 1000 galleons for information leading directly to the arrest of me. "Should be approached with extreme caution!" I smiled, they got one thing right.
I grabbed one of the posters and teared it down, not thinking of the consequenses. I'm going to kill all of them when I get the time, but not right now. I had to hurry, I was recieveing way too much attention already.
I continued to walk. Some were pointing and whispering, and I walked faster, pulling my hood further down to cover my face. It took a whole lot of self-behaving to not kill the lot of them, and set the whole alley on fire. My hand gripped harder onto my wand, which I had under my cloak, ready to fight if anything would happen.
I got distracted one more time, by a newspaper-seller. The young boy offered a paper to me, and I took it, not showing my face. The front page showed a picture of me, screaming and jerking at my chains that they had to lock me in. I remembered that time, how outraged I were. They said that the Dark Lord was dead. He was defeated. Gone. And that I'll be locked here forever. They spoke his name.
Those words had costed my guard plenty of deep scratches, and an eye.
I stood still to read the front page, even if I knew I shouldn't.

Mass breakout from Azkaban

The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban.
Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening, and that he has already informed the muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of those individuals.
Dangerous nature? Hah. I would show my 'dangerous nature' to that Prime Minister as soon as I get the time. I continued to read,
"We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped," said Fudge last night. "Nor do we think that the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person to ever break out from Azkaban, would be ideally placed others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals and beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached."
"Rallied around Black as their leader". Those stupid idiots, that idiot Fudge. I wouldn't follow my stupid, filthy cousin even if I would be threathened to death.
I angrily crumbled up the paper to a ball and threw it at the seller, who let out a little scream of surprise. He looked curiously at me.
It was a huge risk standing still for so long, and the little boy, so unpolitely bent down to look under my hood. I turned away, but to late. He gasped, and yelled in terror;
"IT'S BELLATRIX LESTRANGE! IT'S BELLATRIX LESTRANGE!"
  Everyone turned their heads to me, and of course, it just happened to be a group of policemen at the alley. People screamed, and the chaos I didn't want started. All of them had read the article, all of them had seen the posters. "Should be approached with extreme caution, dangerous nature" was the words running through everyone's mind. Everyone had seen the picture of me.
  At the corner of my eye, I saw the guards running towards me, there were about 5 of them.
Well, if we're already on the move, why not show them my "dangerous nature"? They need to learn to approach us with "extreme caution", so let's give them a lesson!
"STUPEFY!" One of the policemen yelled, a blonde, young boy, maybe 18. Why are they all so young and blonde, I thought, remembering the young guard from the prison. Stupid children. I blocked his spell, making it bounce back. It knocked out one of them.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I yelled, and a flash of green light hit the blonde boy. He hit the ground, dead. The crowd gasped, and were running over eachother to get away. The policemen slowed down, to look back at their dead companion with terror. They were probably new. For a couple of seconds the seemed confused, looking at the dead boy and to me, and back again. Some of them backed away in fear, and ran off. My hood had fallen down, everyone saw that the boy was right. I smiled, laughed, and sent off a mild explosive spell to the people staring. They were snapped to reality, and ran away at every direction. I loved the chaos I made.
"CONFRINGO!" I yelled, and the street and the guards exploded. Loud screams were heard, along with the sounds of crashing windows. Laughing, I set fire to a shop, I didn't even look at which one. More screams.
Other policemen had joined, and I ran, laughing hysterically.  There were no point of hiding myself anymore, and resting in Knockturn Alley was a dream. At this point, the street was a war-scene. Shattered glass and fires, along with a couple of dead or passed out bodies.
"MORSMORDRE!" I yelled, and the usual skull with a serpent appeared at the sky.
I prayed that I would be strong enough, and apparated to my sister's house. It was the only house I knew, since mine had been blown up when I was sent to Azkaban. In a split second the screams and the scent of smoke disappeared, and were replaced by a brief wind, grey clouds and rain. I had appeared right inside the walls, and my sister had changed a few things while I was gone. The garden had been up-touched. A long, cobble-stoned path was leading right to the double doors and I started walking.
I walked the two steps up to the doors, and not bothering to knock, I threw both the doors open. The rain had intensified, and just as the doors flew open, a flash of lighting errupted. What an entrance.
A house elf looked at me with huge eyes, as I stood in the opening. The hall was quite empty, until a door opened, and a couple men appeared, with their wands out. They froze when they noticed me. I raised my head, and looked at them. I was about to say something, when a calm, dark voice suddenly reached my ears. I froze.
"What was it? Speak to me!" He said, and I felt excitement rush through me.
Finally.
I slowly walked towards the men, with my lips slightly parted. The sound of my heels hitting the marble floor echoed through the hall. I nearly couldn't contain my excitement.
He was here.
I reached the door, and pushed the men I didn't recognise to the side. Still wearing my cloak, I stood in the doorway, for everyone to see. A couple gasps was heard, and a few eyes widened. In the large room, sat maybe forty Death Eaters and the Dark Lord at a long table. I recognised a few faces, but some was new. I worked my way up the dark table, until my eyes reached his face. He just sat there, in his dark robes. The aura around him was more powerful than ever, and oh, how I had missed it.
He stared at me, with his lips slightly parted, until his face broke into a smile.
I breathed heavily, feeling almost... aroused at the sight of him.
"Bella, finally. Oh how I have waited. Come, come, I have saved you a seat," he finally said, gesturing towards the tall chair next to him. Feeling honored, I nearly cried of happiness.
Without hesitation, I quickly walked all the way down, feeling everyone's eyes following me. My Master made the chair move out for me, and I sat down.     I bowed at the Dark Lord, and felt the usual longing for him. The happiness I felt for finally, after sixteen years, sitting this close to him was nearly bursting out of me. I couldn't describe it with words.
  "My Lord... I got here as fast as I could, the guards, and policemen at Diagon Alley... I wish I had been faster, please forgive me for being late," I said, with submission dripping from my words.
  "No Bella, you are just in time, I am pleased to see you finally joining us. The sacrifice you have made is admirable, and will not be forgotten," the Dark Lord said, and my eyes watered up with pride. I returned my eyes to the table.
I looked at the crowd, trying to put the faces into place. There was Dolohov, the Carrows and Greyback. And, much to my surpise, Rodolphus, my sorry excuse for a husband. I noticed that he had grew quite a lot skinnier. I nodded at him, and he returned the gesture. I looked further down the table, and noticed some very recognisable faces, my beloved sister and Lucius.
  The Dark Lord started speaking. "As the most loyal servant of you all finally have joined us," my heart flickered at his words. "we can finally start to clear things up. I do have a lot of information. To begin with, the headquarters will remain here, at the Malfoy residence. Whenever you feel your Dark Marks burning, you will apparate to this house immediately." I looked down at Lucius and Narcissa, who sat tall and proud in their chairs. I smiled at my sister, what an honor to provide The Dark Lord with a building. They must be so proud.
"And, my friends, do not think that I have forgotten. Some of you, will be rewarded, for continuing to serve me even after... the incident. But, the rest of you, shall know how deeply disappointed I am, for fleeing like cowardly mice as soon as I vanished," The Dark Lord spat out. I felt my anger rise along his, as some of the men seemed to shrink in their chairs, avoiding the Dark Lord's stare.
"But, new times will come, and at the moment, we have to look forward. It has come to my notice, that a prophecy predicted by a certain Hogwarts-professor named Sibyll Trelawney might be at my interest." Snape, who I had noticed sitting at the table, sat upright at the name. My eyes darkened, I hated Snape. He was a betrayor, he didn't live to serve the Dark Lord. He was a slippery snake, always sliding away, but the Dark Lord wouldn't listen to me.
"The prophecy, my friends, is about a boy we all know very well, a boy named Harry James Potter." I nearly spat at his name, and several other Death Eaters moved in their chairs.
"The prophecy seem to be located at The Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic, and as you all probably know, it can only be received by whom it is about, that is either me, or the boy himself. I need this prophecy." I listened carefully at my master's words. My eagerness to please him, couldn't be described with words.
"I have noticed a certain connection between me and the boy. As it seems, I can see his thoughts, and therefore, he sometimes can see mine, if I let him, that is. If I could then lure him into the ministry, he therefore could receive the prophecy for me, as I cannot risk being seen by the public just yet. Later on, I will of course kill the boy." he finally spoke, and I breathlessly looked at him.
"I need some of you to go to the ministry when I tell you, to receive the prophecy for me." he said, looking at me, and my heart swelled with pride.
"Not yet, of course, I will let you know. The mission is very simple. Receive the prophecy. But, the boy is mine to kill. Remember, the boy will put up a fight, and he might bring his friends with him. Do not underestimate the boy." I bowed at his words. I gripped the edge of the table, looking at my master, who gazed upon his followers. He seemed to decide on who would receive the honor of completing something so important.
"My friends, that is the information I have for now. I demand you all to be ready for my calling. Thank you all for gathering here today, you may leave." The Lord finally said, and brought his hands togheter.
We all rose from our chairs, and bowed. The Lord nodded, and people started apparating away. Soon enough, only me, Narcissa, Lucius and Draco were left.
"Bella, I would like to have a word with you alone," the Dark Lord declared, and looked at the Malfoys. They quickly bowed, and backed out of the room, closing the door behind them.
I stood breathless in front of my chair. The room was huge, with a high roof, and a green marble-floor. A chandelier cast a dim light, and a fireplace stood unlit and dark at one of the white walls. The Lord threw his hand at it without looking, and a warm fire stood proud in the fireplace. I just stared silently at him.
"Bella, to begin with, I am pleased that you have finally joined me. I am very thankful for what you have done for me, and I understand that you are eager to attend to the ministry?" he asked, looking in my eyes. I quickly lowered my stare.
"Anything for you, My Lord," I whispered. I could hardly contain myself. The Dark Lord slightly smiled.
"I admire your loyalty, Bella. A very few of my followers are like you, if anyone." he said silently. I swelled with pride, and dared to look into his eyes. For a brief moment, I thought that his red eyes flickered to be black for just a second, but once I blinked they were back to normal.

This took time, I did a lot of editing on this one, but seriously, I couldn't write a year ago...
Well, it's not much better now, but at least it's bearable.
The hardest thing with writing is probably the art of not making it seem like everything happens in two minutes, and as you can see, I'm not really the master of the subject...
I hope you can bear with it at least.
Thank you very much for reading if you do, seriously, thank you. I get so happy when I see people reading my story...
/Linnea