When you call my name, it's like a little prayer Characters: Bellatrix Subject: Something miraculous happens
Thinking something had stung her, she slapped at her arm. It wasn't until her hand came down in that place that Bellatrix recognized the burn. Eyes watering with pain and joy, she held tight over the searing heat, needing to feel it for a moment -- just a moment -- before she lifted her hand to peek beneath it.
"Oh!" No wide-eyed child finding a perfect gift under the Christmas tree had ever sounded so delighted. "Oh, Master!" She lifted her arm and kissed it, savoring the heat of his fury on her lips, and then on her tongue. "Yes. Yes, I will come to you!"
She wasn't brought to him, though. The heat was already fading. She couldn't track back along the Dark Mark to Apparate. He must be confined, or her ability to feel his location was hampered by the strange fluctuations of magic.
Still, he was back. The world was right again. She lifted her face and her arms and she spun, showing the renewed Mark to the stars above and laughing out her delight.