15/7/14: So...I've finally gotten around to doing a make-over to one of the oldest pieces of fanfiction I've ever written.

About my first ever OTP.

...hopefully, it's better than before, even if just by improving some grammar mistakes [geez, I should really get a beta, shouldn't I? ;]]

Anyway, read, review & enjoy! :)


This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Feel the Earth move and then

Hear my heart burst again

For this is the end

For the fourteen years I spent in the hellhole at the end of the world, only the memories of him kept me alive. Or as alive as one can be in Azkaban.

I was sure, I knew that some stupid little baby couldn't kill him, like so many people wanted to believe, not the greatest of wizards, the darkest of lords.

Even in the darkest moments, when dementors swarmed outside of my cell, their aura causing frost to appear on the walls of my cell, I just gave into the insanity lurking beneath the surface of my mind and started laughing, laughing in spite of the world that tried to destroy me times and times over.

The silent guardians of Azkaban took extra care to suck out all hope, all happiness, all that was nice and beautiful and precious, but they failed to take away my deepest feelings, my love for the Dark Lord.

Nothing could extinguish the flame of passion, burning deep inside of me.

Not even time.

Because when the prison seemed too dark, too terrible, too cold, I hid in the safety of my mind and played one particular memory over and over.


It was 31st October, early evening, and my Lord had just dismissed the meeting. He was going to kill the baby, Harry Potter, later. Other Death Eaters around me started to Disapparate, until finally, only me and Voldemort remained.

He sat still in his chair, like a king, his wand twirling between his long, pale fingers. I was quiet, standing just outside the dim light of the candles, simply enjoying looking at the man I loved more than anything in the world, even if I knew there wasn't more than a hint of a chance he could return my feelings.

After a while, he lifted his head up and realized that I was still there. His deep, scarlet red eyes seemed to see into the very depth of my soul.

"What are you still doing here, Bella?"

Thank goodness, he was in a good mood. If he wasn't, he'd simply call me Bellatrix. The little nickname he used gave me the courage to tell him what I had on mind for quite some time, ever since we heard of the prophecy and he decided on the plan.
"My Lord, are you sure there's no other way?"

"Other way?" he repeated slowly, tilting his head a bit.

I took a deep breath and decided to jump straight in.

"It's just...I have a bad feeling about tonight. I know it sounds stupid," I added hastily, for I saw the grip on his wand grow stronger, "and I know you're perfectly able to take down one little family, but I'd just feel better if you at least took someone with you..."

My voice slowly trailed off.

I expected that he'd Crucio me for my words, like he did to some new Death Eater a week ago for asking if it's really so important if some stupid baby lives or dies, but instead he seated himself more comfortably in his chair, a smirk dancing around his lips, and asked: "And since when are you so...caring, dear Bella?"

I looked on the table, not knowing what to say. Should I tell the truth? Should I say something along the lines of since the moment I looked into your eyes? Since the moment you honoured me with the Dark Mark? Since the night I started dreaming about you?

As always, I decided for a half-truth.

"You're my Lord. I don't want you to," I didn't want to use the word die, because that wouldn't be right, "get hurt."

I hoped that it'd be enough for him, that he wouldn't decide to use Legilimency on me. I could protect my deepest secrets quite well, but with the smile of his...I wasn't so sure if I'd be fast enough to block him. I was too distracted.

Suddenly, Voldemort wasn't in his chair anymore. Instead he stood in front of me, tall and dark and oh God so handsome, scarlet eyes staring at me. While his tone was gentle, there was a dangerous undertone in it:
"Really? Is that so? Or is it something...else? What do you think, Bella?"

I kept staring at the table, not brave - or foolish - enough to look on him.

"You're my Lord," I repeated.
"I merely feel respect and concern for you, nothing more."

"We both know that's not quite true, don't we, Bella?" he started to circle around me, fixing me with his eyes like a snake with the prey.

Of course, my feelings weren't exactly a national secret, but I always assumed he'd keep pretending nothing like my desires existed. This was getting dangerously out of hand. But at least I was still standing and not screaming in pain on the floor.
For the second time this evening, I took a deep breath.
"It doesn't matter how I feel, my Lord. You know it doesn't interfere with what I do as a Death Eater."

With all the willpower I could muster, I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes.

"Can you promise me that you will come back, my Lord? Please?"

Voldemort chuckled a little, not his cruel laugh used to taunt his enemies, but actually quite a nice sound, completely out of his demeanor.

He lifted my chin with his pale fingers and leaned closer.

"I promise," he whispered.

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue I owe them

Swept away I'm stolen

I don't know which one of us started it, if it was meant or impulsive, but suddenly we were kissing passionately, his lips soft and...tasting like chocolate?

It was like a drug, a drug you get hooked on after the first try.

There was fire in my veins, his hands somehow snaked their way down to my waist, mine ended up behind his neck, and even if the whole Ministry appeared all of a sudden and began to attack as, even if the sky began to fall right now, nothing could separate us.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all together

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all togehter

At skyfall

At skyfall

After what seemed like eternity, it ended.

Did I mention that kissing him was like drug? Well, I wanted more. Me, trying to find my breath, him, looking at me, a strange light sparkling in his scarlet eyes.

"I promise," he repeated. And I believed it. Well, I just got kissed by the Dark Lord himself, I would probably believe anything, but I didn't care. Not when his hands still rested on my hips, not when I could still feel the heat of his body.

For a split second, he looked as though he was unsure what to do, as though he was torn between going and staying, but then he stepped back, his usual cold expression sliding back in place, and with one swift motion, he Disapparated.

And I stood there, body shaking like I just received electricity shock, the taste of chocolate still on my lips.


After he disappeared, seemingly defeated or killed, I went to the Longbottoms and Crucied them to insanity, but nothing has changed, no tall figure stepped out of the shadows, no scarlet eyes flickered in the candlelight.

But still, I refused to give up.

Even when I sat at the trial, even when the Aurors took me to the Azkaban, I knew that he'd return one day.

Because he promised.

Every few years Narcissa, Lucius and Draco came to visit me in my dark, cold cell. It usually lasted about ten minutes, not longer - after all, I was one of the most dangerous prisoners. I saw the pain in Cissy's eyes, I listened to Lucius' whispers when they left, whispers about my insanity and crazy beliefs in His return.


Aurors, healers, great wizards, they all tried to convince me that my Lord is dead, that he will not come back. I had a name and a number on my cell, like a wild animal, they treated me like one.

And still, I knew that he'll come back.

Because he promised.

Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

You may have my number

You can take my name

But you'll never have my heart

Finally, the Dark Mark on my left forearm began to grow darker. I waited a whole year for any sign of the return of my Lord, my hope growing. And then, one night, it suddenly burned black, the familiar pain in my forearm, and I wished more than ever to be able to Apparate, because I knew without doubt that he was back.

Oh, how I wanted to go to him, to stand proudly by his side! Yet I waited patiently, for I knew he'd not forget about me. He couldn't. Not me, not his most loyal, most faithful follower.

More than half a year later, in the darkness of a cold winter night, I heard a loud explosion. My cell shoke with it. Then came another one, closer.

I started to grin.

And then, at long last, the wall with a tiny little window in my cell blew up. Huge pieces of debris were everywhere, the air was thick with dust. I slowly got up from the corner I sat in and tried to see who was outside.

And then a tall figure in a black robe landed gently on the floor.

Scarlet eyes, snake-like nostrils, soft, pale skin...

Even if a thousand dementors tried to bring me down, they'd all fail.

Because he came back.

To me.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all together

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all together

At skyfall

"I knew that you'd come back, my Lord. I never stopped believing!" I croaked, my voice harsh from all the yelling I've done in the last fourteen years. Embarassed, I cleared my throat.

"Of course I came back," he said and I felt the familiar feeling in my spine, caused by his velvet voice.
"I promised, didn't I?"

Where you go I go

What you see I see

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand

He reached out to me with his hand and I took it. The touch of his skin, together with the stare of his red eyes, it all filled me with energy I haven't felt for ages.

I stepped closer to him, aware of my appearance, aware of the mess on my head I once called hair, aware of my hollow cheeks.

But Voldemort didn't say anything. He just looked at me and then he smiled. He pulled me even closer, putting an arm around my waist, causing my heart to beat faster.

"We'll Apparate to the Malfoy Manor. Your sister will take care of you. Is that okay with you?"

I nearly gasped in surprise. The Dark Lord asks me if it's okay?

"O-Of course, my Lord. Anything," I quickly responded. He tilted his head to side and then he suddenly reached within his robes and pulled something out.
"I thougth you'd like to have it back," he smiled once again and put it into my hand. I couldn't believe my eyes. My wand! I bowed lightly, holding back tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, my Lord," I said. Standing this close to him, I enjoyed his presence, his aura, which was recovering me much better than any food could.

It all felt too precious, as if it was all gonna shatter in a blink of an eye, his touch, his smile, as if it was just a dream.
And even if it wasn't, there was still the possibility that this was just a one-time demeanor change, that Voldemort would simply return to his old cold masks.

And suddenly I thougth about Rodolphus. Why, why on Earth did I ever agree to marry him? He was good as a friend, but he could never truly be my husband. I didn't love him. I couldn't. Not with the Dark Lord getting hold of my heart.
I felt as Voldemort moved and I once again concentrated on reality.

He pulled me to the edge of the floor and I saw the world outside again. There were figures on brooms everywhere, dementors flying around like ravens. I realized that nearly half of the Azkaban roof was gone, leaving the triangle-shaped prison looking like an old cake, bitten off and forgotten.

On the horizon, there was a hint of the dawn light and I felt like a newborn.

I looked at the Dark Lord, standing beside me, and I suddenly began to laugh, because now I was free and with him - and what more could I wish for?

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all togehter

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

And face it all together

At skyfall

He looked at me, his both arms now around my waist.

"Ready?" He asked, a hint of another smile dancing in the corner of his lips.

...hmm...I wondered if they still tasted after chocolate...

"Maybe you'll get the chance to know some day," he whispered into my ear and I suddenly realized that I let my Occlumency shields down.

But he didn't seem to care. I stared at his handsome face, felt the strength of his arms and I knew that I'd never leave him, that I'd never want any other man.

I will stand with him forever and always. And maybe, we will stand together.

After all, I was his most faithful, most loyal, best Death Eater.

His Bella.

Let the sky fall

We will stand tall

At skyfall

I'm also re-writing the second chapter, Voldy's POV.

If everything goes according to the plan, I should have it up by the end of this or the next week :)

Until that time, I wish you an eXcellent holiday! :)

~hervisssa :)