Title: The Dark Queen, His Dark Queen

Author: BellamortsdaughterNesha (previously GryffindorLionessNesha)

Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I do not owe Harry Potter, Voldemort, Bellatrix, or any other cool character. If I did, the ending would have been different, and the lovechild of Bella and Voldemort would have existed :P.

Dedication: Usually don't do this, but I dedicate this chapter to my sister Mello, who after I had a serious writers block made by a crazy teacher at the uni pushed me to write this and publish it :P THANK YOU MELLO.

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He was the Dark Lord the one that everyone feared to the point of not saying his name for fear of his appearance. He was the one that had killed countless muggles, mudbloods, and muggle lovers. He was the one that had a whole army of death eaters and an inner circle whom he trusted enough to let them protect him. He was the wizard that was the most skilled in the dark arts, the one who had used Unforgivable after Unforgivable. He was Lord Voldemort.

And yet at the moment, he couldn’t seem to think of a single spell that would help his task. He couldn’t think of single potion that would heal the soul. He couldn’t think of a single way to help his most faithful follower; Bellatrix.

If he thought back, if he pondered in the past, he could remember the great difference, not only in her physic but also in her state of mind. If he concentrated, not that he had to put a lot of effort in it since he would always remember their time together, he could remember the way she was, and compare it to the way she is now. He supposed that Bella, his Bella, was still within her, but she was so buried that it would take him some time to bring her back out, some dedication. He was determined to take the task and fight for its completion, with even more resolution that his goal of getting rid of the world’s scum.

He could remember her; young, beautiful, passionate, and filled with such determination and skill in the black arts. He remembers her onyx hair and eyes, always shinning whenever he was present, only shinning for him. Her adoration for him had irked him at the beginning, and he had taken advantage of it, but he had soon found himself enthralled by her, needing to be besides her more and more, confiding in her. He remembered the first time he truly felt her soft lips against hers, and how she had begged for forgiveness over what she thought was a mistake of her part. He had crucio her once, before moving forward and kissing her once more.

He could remember the first time she dwelled with him, so that he could measure her level of power. He was strangely surprised at the power that each of her spells had. He revealed in her power, in her need for purity, in her want to please him. He took her under his wing, showed her the true art of dark magic and made her into the greatest Dark Witch, the Dark Queen, his queen. Even then, in each of their night visits, he would make love to her all the while making her think that he was giving her a favor when in reality it was she who was making him stronger. Dumbledore could never find out about his one and only weakness; loving Bella.

He could even remember his surprise at learning that Bellatrix was in Azkaban. No one had mentioned her in their first meeting with him, after his revival. He had simply believed that Bellatrix had died and had not allowed himself to mourn her. It wasn’t until Lucius allowed his wife to beg him for her salvation that he learned she was still alive. Lucius and all of the other death eaters had suffered for their omission. That night he had started to plan the attack of Azkaban, the hit directed at her prison so that she could escape. He of course was not present but he appointed the best Death Eaters to bring her forth. When they did, he was not prepared for the image he received.

Her face was gaunt, that was the only way for him to describe it. Her skin was pale from not being exposed to the sun. Her hair was tangled, curled, and wild. He couldn’t help but recoil at the sight of her, screaming and kicking as two of his death eaters brought her in. However, the second that her onyx eyes settled upon him she froze, gazing at him with such adoration and love. Her eyes still shinned when she saw him. He had ordered to be left alone with her. Once that had happen, he did not approach her bowing body but he could still see her hard breathing and he could see her thin frame shaking with desire and happiness. He did nothing but approach her and move a piece of hair away from her face. She looked at him as if not wanting to believe he was really there, as if it was a trick of her slowly dementing mind.

“You are safe now Bellatrix.” He whispered to her in a silky voice.

“Master, I knew you would save me, My Lord.” she whispered, her eyes looking down, as if ashamed.

He had raised her chin. “Never look down Bella, never unless you deserve it, and you do not.” He helped her stand up. He was never this way to anyone but her, and even all those years later he quickly slipped into the role. “You have proved to be faithful, the most faithful, and I will reward you for it.”

She had let out a breath of relief and a soft smile, as if it hurt just to stretch her lips. Without further words he had reached for her, embraced her, and picked her up. He spent hours personally tending to her needs. He had bathed her, cured all her wounds, combed her hair as best as he could, and dressed her to her liking and his. Then he had prepared her for yet another battle. He had not talked to her about the past or the future, just told her mission and what was expected of her.

She was the only one he had saved, but it hadn’t come free. As soon as they were back at his mansion he had made sure that she understood that failure was not accepted. When his punishment was over she laid on the ground, shaking and in pain. He had let her there in order to clear his thoughts, in order to save his mind from over thinking what he had done. When he came out of his rooms she was not on the floor anymore. One of his death eaters had felt it was his duty to inform him of her whereabouts. He had listened then punished him for assuming he cared, although he did.

Without another word to anyone, and brisling quickly through the mansion, he made his way towards her rooms which were the best after his. That’s were he found her but even that surprised him. Expecting to see her nestled in between the warm and soft covers he had been surprised when instead he found her on the floor. Even when it was cold, and he could feel it through his naked skin, she was not shivering. Why was she on the floor when she had a perfectly good bed to sleep in? He supposed it was the feeling of it, she was not used to a bed after the years of sleeping on the cold stone of Azkaban. Voldemort allowed himself a couple of seconds of observing her, resting but not completely worry or pain free.

What had started as seconds quickly moved into minutes and then hours. He would have continued to stare at her, memorizing every gaunt expression, ever shadow across her skin had she not opened her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered softly as she looked around, confused to where she was since she expected her room in Azkaban and not in the Riddle Mansion. “You are safe Bella.” he repeated in a soft tone, softer than before.

Bellatrix quickly turned at the sound of his voice, her face filling with joy when she saw him. He didn’t understand how even when she suffered at his hand she was still willing to serve and please him. He would not dwell on it at the moment though. One of his bony hands reached for her and she quickly leaned to his touch. She needed him, and for the first time in such a long time he needed her. He swiftly but gracefully moved towards her, picking her up and cradling her to his body. He slowly made the short way towards the bed where he gently placed her in the parted sheets. She waited for him, unmoving but allowing her mind to open for him. He saw glimpses of her time in Azkaban, and his anger grew, but that’s also when he found her, his true Bella. Slowly but securely he climbed onto the bed, cradling her as if she would break or disappear, he wasn’t sure what. He vowed that moment to bring

his Bella back, to bring the gorgeous, confident, and powerful Bellatrix Lestrange back, only this time… this time she would only be Bella… Bellatrix Riddle.