Death Has Risen Once Again |Bellatrix|

[LORD VOLDEMORT]

The air was crisp and very heavy - A thin layer of dew covered the partially dead grass. Slowly, Voldemort had bent down to wipe his fingers along the tips of the small blades of grass. A smile appeared as the thoughts of war bounced through his head. Finally, after so many years of planning and wishing- things were finally looking out for him. After all the years he had gone through placing small pieces of himself around, his plan was coming to.--Death. Death to all who were included in the muggle race. Death to all who had helped them through the years. Voldemort couldn't stand one more day knowing that they had free rights within the Wizard world. After the death of his poor broken hearted mother, he learned to trust not muggle born. It was just who he had grown to be. All the years of putting up with being placed in an orphanage and having no mother; no father. It was oppressive. But, thankfully he had reigned his own revenge on the Riddle family. - Pulling himself back up from the grass, he took in another deep and longing breath. "What a somber evening. Huh, Nagini?" He looked down slowly at the giant snake who had trailed closely behind him. She was the only one he could truly trust. Her faith lied in him and him only. No one else. 

Pulling back the front door to the old rickety Gaunt mansion, Voldemort stepped inside closing it tightly behind him. The halls were partially filled with his gatherers as they scurried to place as much things in order. Paperwork had filled their desks as many had showed up unkowingly to join his group; to take action in the murder of Harry Potter and the followers who tagged along with his as well. 'Here you go, my lord.' A shaky voice scrambled to his attention as he had placed a glass of whiskey in his free hand. As usual, Voldemort showed not a single emotion towards the young wizard. He only gave him a whisk from his hand and sent the boy back on his way. If only he could seek his own private time. Some time for himself. But, that wasn't possible at all. Everyday was work. Everyday he had to sit and gather. Talk about how they should come in and how to gather his group of death eaters. - Thankfully, he had a couple -rather loyal- followers. Severus Snaps, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Lucius Malfoy. Those few had made his search much easier being as they had their ways of knowing Harry Potters every single move.  And he loved it.

Taking a seat at his desk, Voldemort placed his head in his hands. "Nagini. Send for Bellatrix will you please?" He moved his glass around slowly as he had raised his head to look out the window. "I believe she may have information for me." With a cold, gut wrenching smile, He sent the snake on its way. It had been a week or so since he had last spoke with Bellatrix and felt the sudden urge to see how her orders had turned out. She, unlike few, had never turned any order down. Nor did she betray him on any sort of level. She was faithful. Faithful to him and the Death Eaters.

[BELLATRIX DRUELLA LESTRANGE]

Time in the Malfoy Mansion seemed to move slowly. Partially because she had to deal with Lucius. Such a horrible person. He was the one who had messed everything up at the Department of Mysteries. He had paid for it though. A short period in Azkaban. Initially Bellatrix had laughed at the thought, but then again what did Bellatrix not laugh at? Lucius Malfoy was a complete coward though. He had come back broken. Not even an entire summer was spent in Azkaban for him. She had yelled in his face. ”Three months? Not even! I spent fifteen years! Fifteen!” She had the scars to prove it. Mental and physical. Her years in Azkaban had driven her even more crazy, and she hadn't been sane before. Not that she would mention that, or admit it out loud. And who would bring it up in front of her? No one who wanted to keep their life. Certainly not Mr. Malfoy. The fool. How had her sister loved such a man? She cared deeply for Narcisssa, but she wished that her youngest sister would have married out of convenience and logic like Bellatrix had. Bellatrix and Rodolphus were the perfect match; it didn't matter that they weren't very intimate with each other. If they ever had children, their line would be pure. That was what mattered.

Bellatrix was already on her way to the Guant mansion. She needed to get out of the Malfoy home. So she stepped outside an apparated. It was really the only way she could get around for now, but that would all change soon. After Harry Potter would be destroyed there would be no need for Bellatrix to stay out of the spotlight. But right now she was a little too noticeable with her dark wild hair and Azkaban tattoo on her neck. She could have taken some polyjuice potion, but apparating was faster anyway.

Nagini met her outside. The large snake was just beautiful, and the perfect companion for her Dark Lord. This was a clear sign, a message that he needed her. How fortunate that she had already been on her way. Not to disturb the Dark Lord, of course not. He was the one who asked them to come. But she had hoped that if he knew she was there he might send for her. Years of following him had convinced her that they shared a bond. He could recognize the promise in her and had taught her the Dark Arts himself. It was a high honor and one that Bellatrix didn't let anyone forget. Even her husband. She would hold it over his head like a trophy. “Coming to get me? How lovely.” her soft voice said in an almost crazy whisper, creaking at just the right moments to make it sound remarkably eerie. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her wobble walk around the old home, somehow managing to still be graceful. She had the balance of a cat, a very drunk cat. She made her way to the office she knew her master would be occupying. Ever his faithful servant, Bellatrix walked in, her head bowed down for a brief moment in submission. He was their Lord and her love, even if he didn't reciprocate his feelings. “You wished to see me, my lord?” A smile cracked at the edge of her lips, bringing one corner up into the smirk.

[LORD VOLDEMORT]

Voldemort tapped his fingers heavily on the beautifully hand crafted oak desk. The time was growing closer they had neared the last and final year for Harry Potter. Soon, he would have his life back and the Potter boys corpse to dangle happily in front of everyone as if it were a trophy. A trophy he had been seeking for the past seventeen years. -Taking a sip of the cold crisp whiskey, she glanced back to the door. Footsteps struck heavily as Nagini had found her way back into his office. Surely, Bellatrix hadn't been too much further behind her; Slowly, the door crept open and in peered the one he had been looking for. Bellatrix. As usual, her hair was out of control with how heavy her curls had been. But, that smile. She had always wore it proudly even when entering his home. She was never one who had let him down in times when he had desperately needed her. "Indeed.." His words hissed slowly as a small smirk appeared brightly on his pale skin. "Thankfully you were able to make it. I do have a few simple questions for you, my dear."

Folding his hands neatly, he placed them beneath his chin balancing his head. His snake like eyes were now focused on the poorly postured woman. "Please, don't fear the chair." A small chuckle escaped his lips. If there was anything Bellatix had feared, it was him. Nothing more. To him, she had seemed fearless and very willing. Her tasks were always accomplished on time and with great information that is well needed. "The Potter boy.." With no hesitation, Voldemort pushed right to the point. There had been no time to fuss around with this anymore. Time was nearing, and Voldemort could feel himself becoming weaker and weaker by the day. He wasn't as limber and able to move like he had years back. But, the only thing standing in his way right now was Harry. The boy who lived. But, to Voldemort, he was the boy who had to die. He needed him dead in order to survive. 

"I hope you had completed the task on Harry Potter?" His voice was cold and stern. "I have had Draco keeping a close eye, but lately he had seemed to fail me slightly. Why is this? Do you know?" Allowing his hands to drop to the wood, he focused in on her once again. It seems Bellatrix had been his only hope at this moment. For as much time and effort she had placed into him -not to mention loyalty- he would see that she was rewarded honestly in the end. A place ranked much higher for her.