Chapter 2: United to him

Author: BellamortsdaughterNesha

Author’s Notes: We made it to chapter 2. I hope I can keep the quality writing that the creator of the video seems to like, and that I love :P. Again this is based on the video “Where Will You Go” so most of the credit goes to KarliMeaghan. This chapter might be short for it only covers from where we left off in the video till about 0:34.

Here we go again!

She simply couldn’t stop thinking about him no matter how much she tried. It was as if she was under a love spell which she had checked for and not found. How could this wizard, this Lord Voldemort, hold such a reign over her thoughts? Why was she thinking about him constantly, actually considering joining a group of followers which could get her easily killed? She certainly wanted to get rid of the mudbloods and free the world for the purebloods but was she ready to give so much power to a man?

Yes she was. The fact was that since their meeting she could not stop thinking and dreaming about him. He had appeared in front of her as in a dream, since some of that night was still a blur in her mind, and had turned her world upside down. He appeared to like her or at least hold a respect for her for he had been the one to contact her but was he thinking of her as much as she was of him?

“Bollocks!” She exclaimed. “I have to stop thinking about him! Just stop!”

“Stop thinking about whom?” The sweet voice of her sister Narcissa reached her.

Bella jumped back, surprised since she thought she was the only one in the owlery of the Black Mansion. She clutched the letter she was about to send out tightly in her hand. “Nobody you care to know about Cissa.” Bellatrix quickly responded hoping against hope that her sister would simply leave her alone.

Narcissa Malfoy was very different to Bellatrix; from looks to personality. The difference was so deep that one could not guess they were sisters at all. Where Bellatrix had dark hair and eyes almost the color of Onyx Narcissa had every characteristic of a blonde woman; her eyes were blue and her hair was almost the color of platinum. Bellatrix was loud and fought for her beliefs with an almost demented quality but Narcissa preferred to be calm and gentle of things to the point that you simply had to give in. “Are you owling him?” The sister finally questioned after a couple of seconds of silence.

Bellatrix turned towards the owl, gave the letter to it, and almost pushed the animal out the window in her need for an express delivery. “As I said its nothing that you should care to know about.”

“But Bella… we promised to tell each other everything!” Narcissa exclaimed, her voice was filled with a hint of disbelief. “You are owling a man and not telling your dear sister about it!”

“I am not owling any man Cissa!” Bellatrix finally said. “I am owling my Lord!”

Narcissa’s eyes widened their pupils darkened in surprise. “Your Lord?”

Bellatrix did not wait another second for her sister to extract anymore information. She moved quickly, her dark red robes whistling behind her, and pushed past her sister. It was not that she was ashamed to call him ‘my Lord’ that made her rush out. It was the fact that it had been so easy to say and that although it had been shouted it still carried love in its meaning. “Just leave me alone Cissa!”

“I will not leave you alone with this! Who is this ‘my Lord’ you are talking about?” Narcissa continued as she rushed after her sister. “Bella? Who is it?!”

Bellatrix did not stop until she was inside of her room. She turned to look at her sister who was slightly out of breath a step behind her. “You want to know who my Lord is?” she asked, her hand tightly holding the edge of her door. “My Lord is the one who summoned me! My Lord is the one who will finally get rid of all the Muggles, Mugglelovers, and Mudbloods of this miserable world! My Lord and my Master is Lord Voldemort!” And with that she slammed the door closed and shut down any other form of explanation for Narcissa.

To say that she waited for a response was an understatement. She simply refused to leave the mansion for fears that the family owl would not find her at the Lestrange Manor. She remained by her window looking at the horizons and waiting to see the dark spot that signaled a response from the man that called himself Lord Voldemort. She supposed that he had another name but after questioning herself and going through all the information that she had about the death eaters and the man himself she found that if he did have another name she did not know it. It saddened her but she knew that there were more important things on hand like waiting for his reply.

It was until very late at night that a response did arrive. Bellatrix had long since fallen asleep; her arms pressed against the window sill, her face pressed against her arms. Nobody had been able to convince her to sleep in her bed for she had dismissed them all by ignoring them. The owl flew through the open window, landed neatly besides her, and proceeded to peck her head. “Oh stop it!” she said quickly snatching the letter that the animal now had on his feet. “Give me the letter you bloody owl!” But the owl, tired from his journey, had simply decided that she could wait a couple of more minutes. Before the owl could even make another sound Bellatrix had whipped out her wand and directed it at him “Crucio!” Her voice was not as powerful as she would have liked but she didn’t want to kill the bloody owl by just torturing him. The owl shook in pain but dropped the letter before flying away as Bellatrix released the curse.

She quickly scampered for it, her hands aching to feel the parchment, her eyes stinging to read his words. She stared at the seal for what felt like hours, smiling at the intricate serpent figure the stamp had left. She opened the envelope tenderly, breaking the seal.

My Beautiful Bellatrix,

I received your owl. Your request shall be granted. I am intrigued with what you have to ask me. Furthermore you will be faced with your initiation for which you will have to prove that you are indeed worthy of the honor.

Do not fail me.

Your Master, LV.

Bellatrix sat down in her bed in dismay. He did really have interest in her, enough to grant her the audience that she had almost begged for in her letter. “I will prove myself! I will make him proud!” she vowed. “If it’s the last thing I do.”

Excited. Prepared. Nervous.

No, she was beyond that. She was flat scared out of her porcelain skin to face him once more but she did not show it. She was a little scared about showing her power for she was not the best on some dark spells, not as best as she should be, but she was more scared that he would be able to see the infatuation that she held for him. He was not going to see it. She was going to present herself as the most collected person facing her powerful master. She knew she had to prove herself and she was ready for it; both the information he might asked of her and in any spell demonstrations he required.

The letter she had received a few days after the first had stated that she appariated from the outskirts of the wizard town in which the Lestrange Manor was located and to a safe location. There she had found a portkey which had transported her to the middle of a graveyard.

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the place. Her hand unconsciously moved as slowly as she could towards her wand, grasping it, and readying herself for any attack that may come. She took tentative steps towards the manor that was nearby, each step scrunching against the pieces of dead wood and dirt. She stopped near a headstone which housed a grim ripper. Since it had no value to her, and it did not tell her where her beloved master was she continued on her way until she reached the grand entrance to the manor. She gingerly reached out to knock on the wood door. “Steady.” She whispered to herself. “He accepted to see you so you must be valuable to him.”

Bellatrix was not expecting a masked man when the door opened. She couldn’t help but stare as she was ushered in without a single word. She then followed the man through the dark corridors until he stopped and turned to look at her. Silent as he had been he motioned to the door with a single bone like finger. Understanding what was expected of her; Bellatrix moved towards the door, opened it and walked in. Everything was silent for not a word came from the circle of masked and cloaked man that were facing a lavishing seat which she presumed served for a throne. Just as silent she approached them.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.” The silky voice that she now associated with her master, and which she had longed to hear since their first and only meeting, bounced off the walls and directly to her. She soon

realized that not only was he knowledging her but he was also introducing her to the rest of the cloaked men which she would only presume where the death eaters.

“My Lord.” She said automatically vowing to him.

“Come forth.” He continued. Bellatrix raised herself and with slow but sure steps approached the circle of cloaked figures, passed through it, and stood in front of her Master. He observed her and was pleased that although she knew he was more powerful and above her she was not showing fear and not backing from her burning need for information. “You decided to contact me.”

“I did my Lord.” Bellatrix responded looking straight into his eyes before looking down, showing him that he had her ultimate respect. “I have considered joining the Death Eaters,” she started talking after guessing that Lord Voldemort didn’t want to inform others of him approaching her. “I have considered becoming your follower with the ultimate motive of helping you rid the world of its scum.” For a split second Bellatrix saw his lips tighten it what could only be the beginning of a smile. “However, my Lord, I have questions that I need answers to… if you will grant them.” She finishes as an afterthought.

His eyes narrowed as some of the death eaters around him started to talk among themselves in hushed tones. “Silence!” he ordered making some of the death eaters, the weaker ones, jump in their places and fall into silence. “Bellatrix, not only are you proving to be loyal as my followers should be but also intelligent.”

“My Lord?” Bella asked unsure of what he meant.

“You need facts, you need to know all aspects before acting and that is something that an intelligent person does, however,” he continued. “You will learn that along with power, loyalty, and intelligence you also have to learn to trust your Lord.”

“I do trust you my Lord.” Bella quickly said, scared that she had gotten him angry at her. “I trust you even when I am not officially in your ranks… but my Lord I need to know this in order to do my purpose correctly.”

Voldemort remained quietly as he judged if she was being truthful. For a couple of minutes she was unsure whether he was reading her mind or not. “You may continue.” Bella released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

“The death eaters have been mentioned in murders of muggleborns and muggle-lovers my Lord.” She started, her voice strong and sure. “However, rumors are spreading that attacks have also been done to the pureblood society.”

“That is correct Bella.” He answered, unblinking. “Certain purebloods families have forgotten the importance of blood purity and the only way they can learn is by eradicating those members who are against our ideology.”

“Wouldn’t we be eradicating pureblood if we continue with those attacks?” Bella asked further.

“That blood has already been soiled Bellatrix.” He quickly cleared. “They are going against us; Purebloods who merely want to restore the leadership in the wizardry world and get rid of the impurity.”

Bella raised an eyebrow going over what he had just told her and realizing that it indeed made sense. “I understand.”

He stared at her intently and before she knew it she could hear his voice even though his lips were not moving. “Bellatrix, I believe in you enough to tell you my plans.” Bellatrix turned to look around, most of the death eaters were facing them and she could feel their eyes on her but none realized that the conversation had continued in her mind. “My plans are not only to purify the wizardry society but to also create an order within the Ministry of Magic so that I can control it in the future.”

“How will you achieve this?” she thought in her mind. She had never been really good for Occlumency or Legimens.

“By taking and controlling important wizards within it, including those that are outside collaborating with the aurors.” He explained. “If we have to kill them, as you have mentioned, then it must be done without remorse for their deaths are justified through the seeking of the greater good.”

“I am not sure that I will be as powerful as you perceive me to be, my Lord.” She quickly said. “I am not sure that I will make much of a difference in your plan.”

“I know that you lack certain skills, certain levels in the dark magic.” Bella felt herself barely nod. “I know everything there is to know about you Bellatrix, including the fact that you will be one of the greatest… I can assure you.”

Bellatrix felt herself humble before him. To her he was the smartest wizard to have ever entered her life. She was more than willing to be his servant for his ideals and plans were reasonable to her point of view. She was ready to prove herself and become his; in any way he wanted her. In a strong voice she finally voiced. “My Lord, I am ready to become your most faithful servant.”

He approached her then so that the space between them was even less that it had previously been. His bony fingers reached for her delicate hand. Raising it he passed a finger over her forearm, just slightly so that she could only feel the caress and not see it. He raised his own wand and pressed it against her skin. “I will train you to be my servant and the most skilled dark witch in the world, I will personally oversee that your development reaches the highest standards, and I, your Lord, will make sure that once we have restored the power you have one of the highest places in society.” Bella couldn’t help but widen her eyes. He was going to train her himself? Had she understood correctly?

“I promise my Lord, to carry your standards and at every moment seek their fulfillment.” Bella told him. It felt like if she was vowing her life to him, which in her case it truly was. “I promise to protect your life my Lord, even if it’s with my own life.”

“I expect nothing less from you.” He told her. With that said he whispered the enchantment to create the death mark in her skin.

Bellatrix felt the burning in her skin. It increased with each passing second as the dark ink sipped into her pours and settled. She felt delicious though; the pain was like passion for it was a link to her master. She dwelled in the burning and did not even flinch as her body was exposed to the levels of pain. Although she was not very well rehearsed in all of the dark arts she was particularly better at the Cruciatus curse and she knew what pain was. This was far more painful yet far more exhilarating. When it was done, and her skin cooled, she felt proud to show her mark. Slowly, and with very small strokes, she caressed her skin as she would have liked to caress her master. She was his.

“You will lead by my side someday Bellatrix.” His silk filled voice filled her head once more. “I believe in you.”

Omg and I thought that it was going to be very short :P

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