Cover - Bellatrix & Voldemort

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17 January 1975 (present)

    It had been over two weeks since Bellatrix had been alone with the Dark Lord, and it was fustrating. Every morning, day, evening and night she waited for him to call her. But no, she never felt the burning feeling on her left arm. Her husband, Rodolphus, became fustrated too, but only with his wife instead of the Dark Lord. She wasn't willing to do anything with him, he was too loyal to go to other women, but he couldn't see Bellatrix without his imagination running wild. Sometimes too wild. And at this moment, both Lestranges were kneeling before their Master. He sat, as did his Death Eaters. The meeting today was larger than she'd excepted, as it included all Lestranges (Bellatrix herself, Rodolphus and his brother, Rabastan, along with their talented and experienced, but now weakening father, who could barely walk without help anymore), the Carrow siblings, Lucius Malfoy (Bellatrix's sister's husband), Severus Snape (a new addition to their ranks), Antonin Dolohov (that pig, thought Bellatrix) and Regulus Black.
"My dear followers!",
Started Voldemort, who was sitting at the head of the table, Bellatrix on his right side and Lestrange senior on his left.
"We - I and the ministry members who've successfully agreed to join our cause - have an excellent plan to take over the ministry - a plan which cannot fail."
There were gasps, applauses and plaudits all over the table, but Voldemort held up a hand to silence them, and continued;
"There are a few matters to discuss - First of, do any of you -" He looked at Bellatrix, Lucius and Regulus, "- Know about Ted Tonks' whereabouts?"
Bellatrix almost gulped at the mention of her disowned little sister's husband. She didn't know what he was about to say - but she had most definetly not waited for this. It's not that she cared about him - or her -, but it was just so unexcepted and she realised that she hadn't given them a thought for at least a year. She cleared her throat and spoke, her head lowered but eyes on him - she always refused to look at the ground.
"I would be more than willing to take out the filthy mudblood, My Lord."
The Dark Lord smiled at this and politely said;
"As praiseworthy your bloodlust is, Bellatrix, I do not wish for him to be killed... Yet. I'll give him to you, but not yet. Another matter..."

21 January 1975 (present)

    Bellatrix was drinking tea - although she had secretly intensified her's with whiskey - with her mother, Druella, and twenty-year-old sister, Narcissa.
"So, Narcissa, how are you and Lucius... Any luck with babies yet?"
Narcissa suddenly brought her cup to her lips and drank with a worryingly fast speed, before replying to her mother, somewhat nervously;
"No. We're trying, but no, not yet."
Druella tried to hide her sigh at this, and faked a smile to her youngest.
"Well, you're still young. You have lots of time. Homewer, I was merely twenty when Bellatrix was born..."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes at her mother, knowing just what she was about to ask next.
"You then, Bellatrix, are you conceived yet?"
Bellatrix closed her eyes for a moment, and she too, took a sip of her tea before answering, though Druella took her reaction as an immediate 'no'.
"As I've told you hundreds of times, mother, if ever, I'll be having children when I feel like it -"
Not that Druella had any right to yell at her oldest - her own husband was in the bed of another woman, but still, loved his wife and children like almost any man would- she still did:
"This is nonsense, Bellatrix! I understand that you want to be a part of making this world rightfully pure, but it should not be your first priority as a pureblood woman -"
Druella was interrupted by Bellatrix, who drank what was left of her drink, rose from the table and straightened herself.
"The Dark Lord's summoning me. I'll see you sometimes later."
And with that, she hurried out of the Black manor. That would be an excellent lie for another time, she stated to herself in her mind. But now, it was no lie and she apparated herself where-ever he called her.

     He was already waiting by the front door of his manor when she walked trough his gardens towards him. He let her in, took her cloat and motioned her towards the living room. She was overjoyed to find out she had once again, been invited by herself. She sat herself on a comfortable-looking armchair and he stopped by the door, then turned to right, and opened one of his many drawers and looked for something.
"Bellatrix. How's your father?"
Bellatrix was glad he had his back turned to her, as she looked like someone just ran her over with a bus. This was not a question she would've in any case thought she would hear:
"Wh- What?"
"I asked how is your father?"
Bellatrix tried to, unsuccessfully, make up with her mind, but somehow managed to answer;
"I have no idea, My Lord. All I know he's not at his home at the moment... And I'm pretty sure he hasn't been at the Black manor, his home, a lot recently."
Bellatrix didn't have the best relationship with her father. Actually, they had no relationship which didn't include hate and hatred at all, because she never missed his disappointment to her gender as a firstborn which lead to him avoiding her trough her whole childhood - well, until she turned fourteen. Voldemort continued:
"I was just wondering... I was looking at the pedigrees of The Sacred twenty-eight today, including yours. And it showed me something rather weird - It might be best if you looked at it yourself."
And so she did. As Bellatrix walked to where he stood, her curiousity grew more with her every step. She reached him - and they were maybe a little too close to each other to be appropriate - but she oanded her eyes on the parchment which had the members of the House of Black on it. First of, she noticed nothing abnormal, until her gaze fell to Cygnus Black III's picture and name. There was a small branch just next to his picture, but away from his wife. And Bellatrix knew what this meant. A whore was pregnant with her half-sibling. The thought sent shivers trough her, but she really couldn't care less about her father's doings:
"My mother's going to be an absolute disaster when she finds this out. But I really am not interested in either of my parents' businesses."
He sighed and leaned against the drawer, his left hand slightly being in touch with her left arm.
"I thought you were having tea with your sister and mother", Bellatrix didn't dare to question how he knew about it when she hadn't mentioned it at all, "But you smell like whiskey."
Bellatrix looked at the her own name in the pedigree, and stated truthfully:
"I may or may not have slipped a little of it to my tea."
He smiled, almost laughed, at this.
"You smell like rosewater too."
She lifted her eyes to his.
"I like it."
She smiled back at him.

And swore she would use only rosewater perfume from now on.

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