Cover - Bellatrix & Voldemort

3.

Warning: this includes suicide and a sex scene.

23 February 1975 (three hours ago)

    "How could you do this to me, Cygnus?"
Druella Black was in the Black manor's kitchen trying to hold herself together, but the unwelcomed tears were dangerously attempting to fall from her eyes.
"It was an accident, Druella!"
Now the tears fell, and Druella, so out of her usual, ladylike character, screamed at her husband:
"A mistake that happened dozens of times! A mistake that lead to a child!"
"I - I will have it terminated. It won't happen again, I promise - I care of her but not as much as - "
Druella looked much like Narcissa when she was angry - which wasn't very often for either of them. She held a hand up to silence her husband.
"You've been drinking again."
Cygnus sighed and buried his face in his hands. Several seconds, maybe minutes, passed in a full silence when both of them tried to clear their thoughts. Druella wiped her tears, but new ones started forming and falling as she said the next sentence:
"You know my brother died only a month ago?"
"Of course I do, I know how much he meant to you!"
"Bellatrix hates me... My own firstborn hates me..."
"She doesn't hate you!"
"You have someone else - someone else, who you would've started a perfect, secret, little family if I hadn't found out."
Druella stormed out of the room and locked herself in the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later Cygnus got worried because his wife didn't respond anymore.

And then there was a pool of blood, which had slided through the small interstice under the door into the hallway.

Cygnus broke the door.

But he was too late.

23 February 1975 (the present)

    "What happened?"
Bellatrix asked, her face completely still and emotionless, while her sister was crying her head out on her husband's lap. Walburga, their aunt, had hurried to the Malfoy manor, uninvited, no more than fifteen minutes ago, telling them that their mother had committed suicide. 'Cygnus has lost his mind' , she had said after. Bellatrix was acting just as she always did - demanding and showed no feelings - but the truth is, that the death of her mother hurt. Hurt so badly. Hurt so badly, even though their relationship was the worst kind. Narcissa spoke next, between the sobs:
"Where... Where is our... our father now?"
Walburga, who was rather big-boned and always had too much of makeup on, turned to the youngest of the three - or nowadays two - Black sisters.
"Orion is with him, at the Grimmauld place. But I don't think he'll go back to normal anymore."
Rodolphus, who had only a few were short minutes ago tried to comfort his wife like Lucius did Narcissa, but only gotten a cold reply and a terrifying stare, 'I don't need you anymore now, than I did yesterday or the day before that. So, please, be nice and go fuck yourself' , surprisingly asked a question too:
"What do you mean by that?"
Walburga gave a pat on Rodolphus' shoulder and smiled at him, when she turned to the women again:
"He's obviously in shock, well, who wouldn't be after finding their wife in a bathtub with their wrists sli... but very drunk too, he speaks very weird statements every few minutes. And the look in his eyes, it's the look of a madman."

30 February 1975

     Bellatrix was sitting at her mother's funeral, wearing the usual black clothes but today more approriate. Her dress had full-length sleeves, which were made of lace, but it was blurring enough to hide her Dark Mark, and her hair was tied on a loose chignon. She didn't cry, she hadn't cried at all. But her father, he was like the muggle she had tortured (who had gone insane) last week. She wasn't sure, and neither was the Dark Lord, but he had told her that the branch had disappeared, which could mean two things. The fetus was dead, or it was disowned. And they were highly suspecting the first one. Over the last month, Voldemort had summoned Bellatrix, alone, at least two or threee times in a week. She liked his attention, even though they did nothing but had conversations and once he had challenges her in Wizard's chess to sharpen his mind.

She had obviously lost.

"Her death is unclear and no one knows who attacked her, as unfair as it is", Walburga and Orion were hiding the fact that a pureblood matriach took her own life, "To the memory of Druella Black!"
Bellatrix rose her champagne glass and drank it with an one breath. She heard someone sit on her table, which she currently shared only with herself.
"You could have a little more sadness over your own mother's death, Bellatrix."
It was The Dark Lord, and Bellatrix sighed and turned to him.
"We all die."
Voldemort set her a somewhat understanding look and drank from his own wine glass, as Bellatrix stole one with Firewhisky in it from the closest table. Then he turned his head a little to the side, looked at her and smiled.
"Bella."
Bellatrix grinned, but the nickname, when it came from his lips instead of her sister's, was so attractive, so intensive.
"Let's leave?"
Her grin grew bigger from this suggestion, she followed him and left her crying relatives to be.

   Soon they were at his manor. She watched him from a distance as he removed the barriers for them to enter. And then, in what felt like a few mere seconds, they were at the front door. He unlocked it too, stepped in and motioned for her to do the same. She walked a little further into the entrance hall than he did, but then turned to him again and their eyes met.
"Bella."
There was a moment of very strange and mixed feelings of desire when their eyes met and burned in passion. But it only lasted for mere seconds and then it was already over as Voldemort couldn't let this situation go too far.
"Do you want whiskey or wine?"
He couldn't say that he didn't have something else in his mind when he took her out of the awful funeral. Bellatrix was confused too, but she shaked it off quickly and started acting like it was nothing.
"Is that even a question?"

He poured her whiskey.

.