The Calm Before A Storm - A Bellamort Fan Fiction

Part I - I

Bellatrix Lestrange sat in her hideout looking out into the night sky. The pale moon reminded her of her beloved Master Voldemort. Since his return at the Tri –wizard Tournament, he had been dedicated to eradicating everyone who had plotted against him in the First Wizarding War. Of course, Bellatrix has played a huge role in the battle. She was the right hand to her master. Her unwavering loyalty and dedication to her master had made her do unspeakable things for him. But one feeling drove her the most, like Chocolate Frogs for Ron. That heart-felt pain, suffering and her ultimate undoing, was Love.

Bellatrix loved her Lord for his every quality. She saw revolution in his evil, steel in his words, passion in his punishment, dedication in his brutality and of all these Murderers, she saw his heart. She had come to understand her master as clearly as the glass she could conjure.

Lord Voldemort never succumbed to these Backbiters such as love and affection. He was strictly about business. He was plotting Dumbledore’s death on the top of the Astronomy Tower. He had calculated every one of Dumbledore’s moves, anticipated his every step and had also managed to devise a way to keep that annoying Rat, Harry Potter out of his way.

The Man of Seven Souls called for a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, the Headquarters of the Death Eaters ever since Voldemort had set foot on its lawns. He was in a jubilant yet calculative mood today and the feelings lodged deep in the most personally -hated corners of his heart were bursting forth, demanding release and freedom of expression. But Voldemort wouldn’t succumb to them. He had come so far and would not see his plan foiled by his humane feelings.

Bellatrix’s arm was tingling. It meant her master had called to discuss another grave issue. All she wanted was his plans to go on successfully. She immediately stood up and apparated to the Manor. When she landed at the manor, She felt uncomfortable at first. Apparation had always felt like being squeezed and constricted by a snake to her. She buffeted into the meeting room hoping not to disappoint her Lord by stepping in after everyone else. 

As Bellatrix reached the meeting room, she had to take her time to get settled to the new environment. She had always been accustomed to the brightly lit stylish lights and burning candle lights all around. This new setting startled her. The room was only lit by the fire place. The room smelt of Lord Voldemort everywhere. She turned to her right and she say Voldemort there running his fingers through the delicate glass-ceramics that had been neatly arranged in order. Nagini was slithering close by him. His pet which seemed to be his protection was in reality being protected by him. A part of her Master’s soul had been engraved into that being and she would give it the treatment due to one who was so close to her Master, Jealousy and Contempt.

The meeting only consisted of a few close associates of Voldemort – Bellatrix Lestrange, The Malfoys – Lucius, Narcissa and Draco, Yaxley and of course, Severus Snape.

The oily- haired, long-nosed, two faced wizard was the one who was subject to a better part of Bellatrix’s hatred. She hated him for no other fact other than that he had betrayed the Lord and yet had gotten another chance. Yet, she stuck around with him only because she was demanded to do so by Lord Voldemort.

They revised their strategy atop the astronomy tower for that fateful night when Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft,Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Grand Sorcerer would finally be outrun by her Master, Voldemort.

The meeting dispersed but Voldemort held back Bellatrix and Lucius. Voldemort issued Lucius specific orders and whisked him off and also engaged Nagini to keep an eye on all of the Death Eaters.

It was only Voldemort and Bellatrix now. Voldemort kept revolving around Bellatrix, now at centre of the room. Bellatrix was nervous and insecure. She could only wonder what her Master was thinking. He was always fickle minded.