Author: BlackStarlet PM
Bellatrix ends up with the locket and decides to cash it in to its owner. Contains Spoilers! Slight Bellamort LV/BBRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Bellatrix L. & Voldemort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,750 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 11-16-07 - Published: 10-07-07 - id: 3823769
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Heres more for you. Ive been working on a new fic thats why this hasnt been updated for a while. But you can get more of this now and a new fic later.
Bellatrix gulped at his answer. She had so much to say to him, but held back in cautiousness. So many questions that had entered her mind that night were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't bring herself to ask. She wanted to know what happens now.
'Though your not being entirely open this evening, are you?' Voldemort asked as he noted Bellatrix's change in state of mind. The confidence she held as she entered the room, run out, like sand through her fingers. She gripped the edge of the desk for support as he was now towering over her his hands cupping her neck. She dropped her head against his chest in defeat; he could read her like a book. 'I'm sorry, my lord'.
He replied to her hearted reply. 'You have nothing to be sorry about tonight Bella.' She smiled into his chest. 'Infact I'm pleased with you…very pleased. I will deal with Malfoy in the morning with his wavering loyalty he knows he should have retrieved the locket, he will pay…' His thoughts returned to the thief that stole his locket, 'They will pay'.
Bellatrix raised her head with a confused expression that had taken over her features. 'Who will pay my lord?'
'I don't know.' His face was one of complete rage as he pictured the thief getting past his defences, drawing blood, getting in his boat, the lake and potion. The person knowing of the dark secret - his dark secret.
She started again in utter confusion, 'My lord…surely you know who mean you mean, but obviou…'
He shoved her backwards by her shoulders in fury as the anger inside him reached boiling point. A heavy thud could be heared as her body hit the hardwood. 'Don't question me Lestrange!'
The room was shrouded in silence. Bellatrix knew not to lose herself in his presence. There was a time where she would welcome the pain he gave her, she was hooked on the anticipation of his anger and the pain that shot through her body that reached every nerve ending and made her blood rush through her veins. Evil as she was, she realised she had changed, less of the sadistic Bellatrix, but more the lovesick Bella. Being thrown against the desk was the wake up call she needed. She loved pain, the physical pain with the emotional. She simply smirked in Voldemorts direction – she wasn't weak enough to cry.
She propped herself up on her elbows. 'I wouldn't dare, master' the last came as a seductive whisper that broke the silence between them. 'I merely wanted to know who you think stole the locket'.
'You have remembered yourself well Bella.' Voldemort thought about who would know about his horcrux. 'It seems to me that it is somebody I know not of…or either you, Crouch or Malfoy. The only people who knew about the horcrux'.
Bellatrix shot herself up into a sitting position as she realised he was considering her as the thief. 'My lord, I want you to believe I had no part in the theft of your locket. I also don't believe Crouch or Malfoy came to be in possession of it either…'
'What are you implying Bellatrix? That I have wizards out there to bring me down? Hasn't it occurred to you that I may have considered this?' Bellatrix sat there half listening to his taunts at her intelligence. Then it hit her. It would explain why it was with the Black family possessions; Regulus. She was there when the Voldemort asked him to use Kreacher. Voldemort had confided in her the night before he was looking for another place to hide his horcrux – she even remembered his choice of places he considered to hide it. 'He wouldn't' she said with disbelief.
Voldemort looked and sounded intrigued at her new train of thought. 'Bella?'
'But he didn't know! He couldn't of. He wouldn't betray you. No Black would. My own family!' Every thought and excuse that entered her head rushed out of her mouth. 'No, not Regulus…'