Riddle Me This (A Bellamort/ Bellatrix x Tom Fanfic)

Lord Voldemort

Bella's P.O.V

It felt like a month, although it was only a day that Tom spent in my room with me. At least, I think so. Time didn't seem to exist anymore.

"You have to go back to school soon, Bella," he said.

"No. I won't. You can't make me!"

"No. I can't. But I do want my best death eater in training to have an education," he said, sitting on the bed beside me.

"Then you can teach me what I don't already know," I argued.

"...please? I'm sure Hogwarts can teach you what I can't," he placed his arm around me and stroked my hair.
Merlin, he knew just how to calm me.

"... fine," I said," but if..."

Tom seemed to hear my unspoken words.

"Yes. If something goes wrong, you can come back... and I will personally tutor you," he said.

"Ok."

My answer was short but a thousand doubts ran through my mind. They might know. The people at school, that is. And what about Lestrange?

"What about-"

"You have to do as the Will states, Bella," he said," it's wizarding law."

Anger bubbled inside of me.

"... his family are pureblooded and he is a Death Eater. You do not have to love him. Only wed him. Your true loyalty will be to me."

"Of course, Tom."

"I... with you at my side, I will be a Lord, Bella, one so powerful they'll even fear to speak of my name. I shall be immortal."

"'Tom'? That's a..."

"Yes. It is a muggle name," he spat," Tom. Such a simple name. A muggle name. What about..."

"Lord Voldemort," my brain worked quickly, remembering the dainty French words Mother had taught me. It was perfect. It meant 'Flight of Death' and contained all the letters in his name.

"Wonderful, Bella!" He hugged me tightly, filling me with joy," I shall be called Lord Voldemort ..."

I grinned at him.

"Well. I... I have to leave somewhere. Now. And I may not be back for a little while. So I'll drop you off to school!" He said, causing my grin to dissappear as quickly as it had appeared.

"You promised!" He cooed.

I sighed and nodded.

Time to return to Hell.

Tom's P.O.V

After dropping her off at the gates to Hogwarts, I apparated to my mansion.

A thestral awaited me, curtsey of Mr. Silvertongue.

With a swish of my heavy cloaks,I mounted it's back.

As I was about to let it fly, I hesitated. What about Bella?

No. I lo- I have my priorities. She can contact me at any given moment. So... why am I hesitant to leave her?

Whatever.

I arrived quickly in Transylvania, where Silvertounge himself waited for me in his usual heavily hooded cloak that obscured his face. It's strange to think that I still had no idea what he looked like or what his name was.

"Ah. Tom. I have been waiting for you. Since... yesterday? What took you so long?" His deep, gravelly voice made my chest tighten.

"I... I had other duties to attend to first, Silvertounge," I said.

"Hm. Well. I hope you aren't falling in love, are we, young Tom."

"... no, Silvertounge."

"Now now. Do not lie to me, Tom," he said.

"What did you call me out here for? You said it wad urgent,"I desperately changed the topic.

"Oh yes. Training..."