Title: Brand New Colony
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Lord Voldemort/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: PG
Word Count: 525
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are owned by J.K. Rowling and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Author's Notes: Pairing/scenario suggested by hikaru.
Bellatrix stood next to her Master, white mask firmly in place, as she surveyed the beauty that was the tortured and mutilated Muggle bodies before them. She did some of her best work on them. They had screamed so wonderfully, especially the young girl. When her Master turned to leave, she followed.
Lord Voldemort usually went on a walk after a target was killed and Bellatrix usually walked alongside him in silence. She had first been introduced to her Master the day after she married Rodolphus Lestrange, a pureblood worthy to take a Black as his bride. Her breath had been taken away at the sight of Lord Voldemort's beauty and she fell to one knee, vowing to serve him all her life. It was a decision she did not regret since making it.
"Bella?" Only her Master was permitted to call her Bella. No one else had that privilege, not her sisters or her husband. Only her Master.
"Yes, my Lord?" He turned to face her and Bellatrix briefly wished that her Master's family, the Death Eaters, did not need to wear the white masks of fear and death. She wanted him to gaze upon her beautiful face, fair skin that matched perfectly with her dark hair and her blood red lips. As a Black, she knew she was very lovely. She wanted her Master to know that and compliment her on it. She loved her Master. She would do anything for him.
"You have served me well these past few months. Rodolphus must be pleased."
"I humbly serve you, my Lord, as does my husband." Her husky voice was low and sexy. It drove Rodolphus wild in bed. She hoped it would affect her Master in a similar way.
"That you do, Bella." Lord Voldemort pushed back Bellatrix's hood and ran his fingers through her luscious dark hair. "Gorgeous. When we have taken over the Wizarding World, will you serve me as well as you do now?"
"I would give my life to serve you, my Lord," she said honestly. "Nothing could ever change that."
Lord Voldemort nodded and started walking once more. Bellatrix continued to walk with him, but she felt confused. What purpose did that conversation have? Not that she would ask her Master. It was not her place to question his logic, especially not to his face. Perhaps he just wanted to talk. In the Death Eater family, she was the only female. Her sister Narcissa, who had married a pureblood by the name of Lucius Malfoy, had declined from joining the Death Eaters herself, even though her husband was a part of it. Was in fact her Master's right hand.
Bellatrix stared at her left hand, wedding ring shimmering from the moonlight, through her white mask. If her brother in law was her Master's right hand, then who was his left? A smile appeared on her face, though it was hidden away from view. She was, in her Master's brand new colony; she would be his left hand of evil, torture, and cruelty.
Bellatrix clenched her left hand tightly. If only she had met her Master before marrying Rodolphus...
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