Who: Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange What: They couldn't not mark this night Where: Residential Street When: Halloween Night Rating: High, Violence, Murder, glowey green death Status: In Progress
Bellatrix had been in a happy daze the last few weeks. He was here. Her Lord was here. She had been helping out the other one who called himself Lord, the one who could walk in time, and she was indeed grateful for what he had done for her, returning her Lord as he had said he would try to do. For how else could it have happened that he was here with her.
She would repay him for this but not this night. This night belonged to her Lord Voldemort. She remembered it well, how happy he had been, how pleased at Wormtails trechary. He had gone there himself sending Bellatrix on another mission, and she had only felt it.
She remembered too how she had made three aurors pay, slowly. And so many more in the days and weeks to come. The Longbottoms had paid with their sanity and still for so many years she had suffered without him...all because of one night.
But tonight they would begin to make that right.
Bella walked with appropriate reverance toward her Lord and smiled.
"I've found them...a husband and wife, an infant boy..."
She handed him a photograph, an unmoving Muggle one, but all the same.
"Is she not perfect My Lord?" she asked, gazing in adoration waiting for his response.