Authors Notes:

Thank you so very much to all of those who have reviewed and read my story. I have to say I am so sorry that I haven’t been able to upload. I just finished a semester in the university and its been so hectic. It usually gets like this for the last month; sleep depravation, essays to write, projects to start and finish and turn in, sleep depravation, studying, finals.

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Voldemort stared at her until Bellatrix couldn’t help but look away; nervous and worried that she had crossed the invisible yet very marked line. She twitched, almost invisibly, yet he caught it. “Your happy memories are memories of our times together?” he asks, his face as ecstatic as ever.

“Yes my Lord.” Bella answered in a soft tone of voice but with firm resolution.

“Our times together are full of pain Bellatrix, with me torturing you and punishing you for your mistakes," he states, looking down at her once more. “They’ve always been about serving me.”

Bella nods quickly, her wild curls bouncing against her face, shoulders, and back. “I enjoy serving you, my Master.”

Voldemort takes a deep breath, his eyes slightly rolling back. If there was something he enjoyed was knowing that one of his followers was not only loyal but enjoying being so. Again, it was Bella who brought him that enjoyment. It could be so easy to take advantage of her at the moment, just as he had done before. He was so tempted to do it; to use her body and mind for his, and only his enjoyment. But it wasn’t what he wanted, not by a long through of a wand. He was going to get her the way he wanted her and there was no one to stop him. “After all this years Bellatrix, you are still the most faithful and I will reward you.” He insists and smirks when he sees her lips curl into a satisfied smile. “What do you want as a reward?”

Bella turned to look at him as if to ask if he was really asking her. Previous rewards had been chosen by him and she had gracefully accepted them, cherishing them as if they were her most priced possession. She straightened just enough to look at his face without overexerting herself. Her eyes were glossy, signaling that she was thinking, her brow slightly twitched as she regarded every possible thing she could ask for. Finally her racing mind stopped and her eyes turned slightly to look into his. “All I want, my Master, is to receive your attention, stand by your side, do as you place and not have to hide it.” she quickly finished with a soft “My Lord.”

Voldemort held her gaze because there was no way he was going to back down. He wanted to give her what she requested, and he knew he eventually would, but he didn’t want her to be at ease with him and thus lose her respect and fear. “Look at yourself Bellatrix, do you think you deserve to be by my side? Do you think you deserve to be my Dark Queen?”

Bella frowned, her pale delicate face contorting with it. “What do you mean, my Lord?”

Without another word Voldemort waves his hand and a luxurious golden mirror appeared by her side. “Look at yourself Bellatrix!” He quickly moves to the side, his bony hand taking hold of her chin and moving it so that her face turns towards the mirror. “Your previously curled hair which fell graciously over your shoulders is now a wild mane of curls even after its been washed and tended to.” To the side of her reflection an image of a much younger Bellatrix appeared showing her exactly what he referred to. “Your skin which was so soft, almost like velvet, and delicate is now pale and ashy. Your eyes so full of life and power now reflect your dementia… do you want me to continue or do you understand my question?”

Bella’s eyes were fixed at the two images she was seeing. Where had her beauty gone to? Had the dementors stolen it from her as she guarded her precious memories? Her eyes filled with tears for the first time in so long, for the first time showing her grief and desperation. “Master…does… how?”

“You want it back?” Voldemort asked her, his fingers now turning her face towards his. His red eyes fixated on her onyx ones. Bella’s head nods quickly. “I am not sure you will be able to.”

“NO!” Bella quickly exclaims, determination now in her eyes. “I can Master, I wills eek only for it, I will recover it and be your most loyal, your most delicate, your most beautiful, your most powerful.” She quickly says her words reminding him of words he had said to her before.

His eyes softened. “If you get your beauty back, your passion, your drive, I shall reward you by making you and only you my Dark Queen.” Bella’s eyes widen with the promise and the resolution of making him complete that promise. “If you do not Bella I will not doubt in casting you aside and lowering you to the standards of a mere death eater… understood?”

Bella could only nod.