Cover - Bellatrix & Voldemort

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(A/N I'm sorry for taking so long to update! I've been struggling a little with my mental health, and just wanted to let you know that my private messages are ALWAYS open if you need to talk about anything!)

30 March 1975 (present)

"Cygnus."
Bellatrix had stopped calling him father ten years ago, since the thing happened for the first time.
"Bellatrix, finally, come and sit with us. And you can immediatly burn that contract in your hand."
Bellatrix sighed and made a mental note to remember that nothing was ever going to go the way she wanted. Her father apparently wasn't so mentally unstable as he had been the last time they saw.
"Yes, Bella, my love, come here."
Fucking Rodolphus, Bellatrix thought. He was just being cheesy because he wanted to manipulate her father. To revenge her for what the Dark Lord had done to him.
"I don't one you anything."
Bellatrix was too attacking to start with, and she knew it, but didn't care.
"No, no one said you do. But as the head of the Black family, I demand you to stop this idiotic behaviour of yours."
Bellatrix's voice turned dangerously poisonous and she turned her head before speaking. She would take orders from no man but the Dark Lord.
"I will do whatever I want."
"Now you listen to us, Bellatrix. I demand you to give the Black bloodline a proper heir."
"I am your heir!"
Bellatrix never liked to have this conversation. She had said this the first time when she was five and earned a firm slap in the face and then buried the subject until she was eighteen.
"A male heir."
Bellatrix blew up a bookcase in anger and Cygnus lifted his wand. Rodolphus was still trying to find his and he was feeling very uncomfortable with the two wrathful Blacks in there.
"You little, worthless woman, listen to whom are inferior to you!"
"You are no one to be above me!"
Spells started flying.
"I am your father and I'll tell you what to do and what not to do!"
Rodolphus escaped from the room, too scared to be hit by a spell. Cygnus noticed that Bellatrix was far better than he thought.
"I'll never listen to any command of yours and you know it!"
"But you should and you know it!"
Cygnus was losing.
"I - am - not - your - doll!"
Cygnus was laying on the ground.
"What is going on here?"
Bellatrix immediatly lowered to her knees and dropped her head. The Dark Lord had probably come to her house to give her or Rodolphus a mission, but instead found Bellatrix fighting her own father.
"I'm sorry, Master, I wasn't thinking clearly, I'm so-"
Voldemort held up a hand to silence her, widened his dark eyes and moved his gaze to Cygnus.
"Save it, Bella. I think your father here very much deserved it."

And so Bellatrix got her divorce papers done. The only bad thing was that it would take months from the ministry to finish the divorce between two Sacred Houses.

4 April 1975 (present)

Bellatrix was reading a book about the Dark Arts, obviously. She had taken it from the Black manor's cellar, which had earlier been locked from her, and it was so intensive and interesting that she would waste her whole day for it. She was currently at her sister's manor, and probably would stay there for a little longer, because she had lost her final nerve for Rodolphus. Bellatrix was laying on her back on her huge bed, her black heels left to the floor and her legs leaning against the wall, while her head was on the edge of the bed. She faintly heard the knock on the door and didn't even bother to answer as her inner intelligence was so invested into the book. And apparently her sister didn't even care of an invitation in. Narcissa seemed to be extremetly excited of something and looked like she could jump up from joy.
"I'm having a baby!"
"Mmh."
Bellatrix didn't really care of what her sister said, and blurry heard her words. The book was just processing how to defend yourself the best way when you're wandless.
"I haven't told Lucius yet, but I bet he'll be thrilled! And all of the baby clothes I can finally buy..."
"Yeah, great."
Bellatrix hadn't even looked at Narcissa but instead her eyes were on the book.
"Bellatrix!"
"What?"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, of course."
Bellatrix lowered the book on her chest, closed her eyes and thinked of a scenario where she would use the technique from the book correctly.
"So I'm not really sure how to tell it to Lucius, and I have no idea how he'll react to becoming a father, but if he's even nearly as happy as I am-"
"Okay, mmh."
Bellatrix smiled as she pictured a situation where she would perfectly beat her opponent without a problem.
"But how great, I'm finally becoming a mother, I told you-"
Bellatrix opened her eyes, flew to a sitting position and the book dropped to the floor.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"Bella!"
Well, she didn't really listen.

5 April 1975 (present)

Voldemort was holding a Death Eater meeting with a lot of members of his ranks included. He was up in the front and everyone else was standing. Bellatrix was leaning against a wall and staring at the ground her eyelids almost closed, because she had already heard everything the Dark Lord was saying right now in the inner circle meetings. But one annoying thing was that Antonin Dolohov, who was known to have some special interest in her, and Fenrir Greyback, who wanted every woman he could have as soon as he wanted, were whispering very inappropriate words to her ears. Greyback was on her right, a few dozen inches away from the wall.
"I want to taste yo', girl."
Antonin Dolohov was on her left, touching the wall with his right hand. He had a lot of perfume and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, but Bellatrix saw him absolutely disgusting.
"I heard you're getting a divorce - I like independent women, you know."
Antonin was coming a little too close, but Bellatrix couldn't care less - as long as nobody touched her.
"I am excellent at extinguishing fires", Bellatrix had heard this flirting line a hundred times before and it was so bad that she was so hard trying not to laugh, "I find the fire and leave them wet-"
"Dolohov! Greyback! Do you have something better to do than listening to me?"
Fenrir and Antonin took a step away from Bellatrix and she smiled to herself, knowing that the Dark Lord didn't like someone else talking at the same time with him. Although she didn't know that it wasn't the only reason Voldemort silenced them.

The meeting ended and Bellatrix started walking towards her own bedroom in the Malfoy manor. Bellatrix talked with Lucius and Amycus for the first two floors, but then went to a different direction and found herself alone in the corridor to her room.

Suddenly she felt someone pushing her roughly against the closest wall. She immediatly knew who it was and she was drunk only by him.

She could hear him. Smell him. See him. Feel him.

The Dark Lord was pressing Bellatrix against a wall and she loved it. She had made him jealous.
"You're mine. Only mine."
"Mmhh..."
He kissed her, kissed her hard.
"Mine. Mine. Mine..."

And then she woke up.

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