Love is weakness, but only if you let it be

7.

First two weeks from Bellatrix first time waking up, she couldn't even move from the bed. Now on, her legs couldn't carry herself, even though she was much skinnier than before. Narcissa had tried and tries to help her as much as she can, but being only 21 years old, she has her own things too. She knows that it is not healthy to her sister or her child, and she is already 4 and half months pregnant, but Bellatrix is sick of being helped all the time. Her lungs are too weak and will TaKe months to heal properly. The Dark Lord has to continue to track new followers and have new meetings, which makes him busy. Alecto Carrow and her family were punished greatly by the Dark Lord and left to dungeon for Bellatrix.

On the morning of January 31 of 1979, Bellatrix sat on the Malfoy's kitchen table. She couldn't go to her manor with Rodolphus because their house was guarded by the ministry aurors all the time. Rodoplhus himself was probably at some of his hoe's house.
"Bella, you should really eat something." She just stared at the plate doing circles with her spoon, with a look on her face saying, 'why?'.
"Please, Bella, you know starving yourself is not good for you. Or neither your child." Her pregnancy was already starting to show, because she was so thin and skinny, but her stomach grew bigger.
"What would you do, if you were in my situation? What would you do when you couldn't walk or do almost anything without getting tired and being in pain? All because my own foolishness."
"It wasn't your fault, everyone else would've done it too, she was our loyal frie-" Narcissa stopped talking when she realised that her sister wasn't listening at all. Then she spoke in much softer tone; "You will be yourself again. You're going to be alright. You still are the most powerful witch I know. And I know many witches." Bellatrix responded in a small voice, so Narcissa could barely hear "I'm nothing but useless."
"Bellatrix" It wasn't Narcissa's voice this time. "My Lord." Narcissa bowed and left the room.
"Master, I am really-" Bellatrix started with a look mixed with anxiousness and apology.
"No need.", he lowered his voice, "I do not want you to kill yourself and my future heir at the same time." He said with unrecognized tone in his voice. He lifted her jaw up, so her eyes would be meeting his.
"My lord, I am no use to you. How can I help in fighting against filth when I can't even walk by myself? I'm completely useless." He stood up straight and told her that he would train her again. Starting now.
"My Lord, I am not questioning you, but may I ask how I'm going to do anything when I can't even take a step without falling immediatly. He did a spell to push all stuff to the corners and left only two stairs, Bellatrix sat in one of them, around 15 foot from the other chair.
That's just what we're going to practice." He offered her his hand, to help her and she thankfully and respectfully nodded and took it. First, she almost made it to her feet, when coughing stopped her.
On the fourth try she was already standing, but he had to support her whole weight, which wasn't much. It was enough for the day, when Bellatrix started to lose her breath and her sight came unclear and dizzy. "We will do it again tomorrow." He told her at the same time she drank a glass of water. Voldemort fixed the room and told his first-ranked follower everything from the meetings, and that others from inner circle was on a mission for dementors and dark creatures again.

The next day she made it to her feet on the second try.
The fifth day she took a step on herself.
And this went on two weeks until she walked just like before. "Bellatrix." He said her name on an unrecognisable tone. It could be respect, humanity, or even love, but it was far too short time to understand. "Yes, my Lord?" "I've seen others poisoned with the same poison but they died immediatly. No one has heard of this happening before. "
"I had the best care and I was lucky."
"What I mean is that, your magic is so strong that the other death eaters could do nothing against you. That is why you were poisoned. And now on, I wan't to teach you simple wandless magic. But first you need to heal properly, which is still going to take months. Your lungs are more than 50% weaker than they should be. At least." Bellatrix thought a little, amazed. "Thank you My Lord. It would be such a honor."

The Dark Lord's thoughts traveled to Bellatrix. The feeling he had when he thought that Bellatrix would die. 'No!' He told himself. 'You can not care about anyone!' But she carried his heir and heir of Slytherin too. If it would be anyone else, he would've straight killed her, but he couldn't do it to her. After all, she became from pureblood family, the most Noble house of Black. Bellatrix had served him from the age of 17, which meant eight years now. But you couldn't say that her family was really noble. Voldemort knew all about the way she was treated and it was no surprise why she wanted to join something powerful. Him. He could make any excuse for this feeling, but there was something going on in his heart and it most surely had something to do with Bellatrix Lestrange.

I'm sorry this chapter is really short, but I have some action AGAIN in the next chapter! If anyone read this; thank you, and if you want comment some ideas for the story! <3
Also thank you @Melina_Black for adding my story to one of your reading lists!