Author's Notes: Written for ToxicRainfall's Diversity Competition on the HPFC forum.
Write a drabble (exactly 100 words) on anything you like.
Battle of Hogwarts!Bellamort. Enjoy!
Bellatrix lingered at the Dark Lord's side while the other Death Eaters swept towards the school. Potter was dead, but she was wary still – the battle seemed too easily won, and she sensed danger still.
"Did you wish to speak to me, Bellatrix?"
The sound of his voice sent a thrill automatically up her spine. If she was right, if there was still danger, if she should die, this could be the last time she saw him… he was leaving so many things unsaid…
"No, my Lord," she whispered.
She would die without ever telling him that she loved him.