A/N: The ideas starting flowing for Passion and Loyalty after I read it through one day. I apologise to those who have been waiting for over a year to see the next chapter (That is if you are still paying attention to this author's updates.)
If you are new and reading this for the first time.. I say: Thank you so much, and I hope that you are enjoying what you read.
Okay, so a few points in this chapter...
The question that Voldemort refers to and would like an answer to is this question:
"I love and would take nobody..Now, I want this question to be answered honestly. Are you pleased that your husband has been captured by aurors?"
In case, it isn't clear the section in Italics is a dream...
Passion and Loyalty Chapter 5
Silence ensued and the tension seemed to reverberate at a high pace, so you could slice through it with a knife.
I thought and thought...
My Master was watching my every move, a twitching finger, a shaking hand...
No! I did not want my husband to be captured by filthy blood traitor Aurors, but...
My thoughts were cut short as my master's voice fell painfully on my ear and the disappointment that lingered within it made me feel ashamed.
"Bellatrix, please leave my presence..." he hissed, twirling his wand between his long, spidery fingers.
I was not going to argue with my Lord, despite the thorns engulfing my heart. I was just grateful that he wasn't going to use his immense power to inflict pain upon me, not that I wouldn't accept it; it would just hurt me to know that he was angry with me.
My Master deserved all the respect that was bestowed upon him because he was powerful, determined and dedicated. People spoke of him as being evil, yet I do not believe that he is so. He is fighting for what is right. Those filthy mudbloods are unworthy and shall be killed with no remorse or regret.
I rose to my feet and I bowed to my Lord.
"Bellatrix, I would like an answer from you in the morning in response to my question. Do not believe that I am being merciful by allowing you to sleep. I just have more important matters to attend to," my Master whispered, looking towards the full moon which was illuminating the midnight sky.
"Yes, my Lord. I shall come and see you in the morning. Goodnight, Master."
"No, Bellatrix, I shall call upon you via the Dark Mark!" my Master commanded, his crimson eyes glaring into my own.
"Yes, My Lord," I replied, curtsying to him.
I exited the room and as the door closed behind me, I surveyed my surroundings. The corridor was dark except from golden lanterns hanging on wall. They seemed to emit a mysterious glow which, in turn, illuminated creeping shadows on the wooden floor.
Portraits were whispering quietly with one another. I walked onwards, my heels clicking as I did so. I heard snippets of their conversations:
Some of them murmured,
Some whispered,
Some muttered...
"Yes, it is her, Melvin."
(Were they talking about me?)
"Her husband is in Azkaban."
(It had become common knowledge, well done.)
"The Dark Lord isn't happy with her."
(I know! I was ashamed.)
"She loves her master."
(Do I? I admire him, but love...)
"She doesn't care about her husband."
(I have to.)
"SILENCE!" I shouted.
An eerie silence floated through the corridor and each painting's occupants ceased their chatter.
I glared at each and every one of them, and I watched as they gave me looks of disgust.
"You are pathetic. All of you, with your gossip! I am surprised my Master puts up with you all."
I whipped my wand out of my pocket, and I giggled in delight as a shriek emitted from a small child in his mother's arms. The child began to weep...
"Weak. Weak. WEAKKKKK!" I screamed, and I laughed and laughed.
I lay in bed for hours, just staring at the ceiling. It was crimson... I reached out, expecting to feel a warm hand, but my hand just made a delicate thud on the cold mattress.
I turned over to my right...
Then, to my left...
Then, back to my right...
My tense muscles began to relax and I let my eyes close. It was peaceful, so blissful...
My master came towards me. Passion: so dangerous, so wrong, yet so enticing. Do I surrender to this unyielding lust or do I let it stay within me, like it should?
He reaches out his hand and he lays it on my cheek, caressing it softly... Ah, so I will surrender...
Taking my face in his hand, we were growing closer and I stared in his eyes, so red, so beautiful and then our lips touched. His tongue pleaded for entrance, so I obeyed...
I jolted awake, feeling the familiar sensation of my mark burning intensely.
I rose my head off my pillow, and glanced at my Master's mark on my left arm; it had turned black.
Without haste, I changed from my night clothes into my Death Eater robes. I glanced in the mirror and I quickly applied some eye-liner, trying to make myself look presentable.
A knock on the door signalled an arrival, and I sighed.
"Yes!"
"Mrs. Lestrange, may I enter?" I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath. It was a squeak.
"No, you cannot. I am leaving my bedroom now, besides," I called to him as I placed a hand on the handle of the oak wooden door.
I opened it.
Wormtail stood there, his wide eyes fearful (they always were), his clothes looking filthy (like always), and he spoke (stammering as usual):
"The Dark Lord would like to see you."
"I know! I felt my mark burn," I hissed back at him. Wormtail was so stupid sometimes.
"Our Lordship ordered me to come and fetch you." The words tumbled from Wormtail's mouth in a hurry, almost as if he had to say them quickly, or he would not have said them at all.
I smirked at him.
"Yes, and you did, now, go back to making our Master's breakfast. You are not his servant, but his slave. Doing his cleaning and cooking. You must be so honoured. You don't duel or participate in missions." I sighed, walking closer towards him...
"No; you just remain comfortably here, being a house-elf ," I whispered.
Wormtail looked down at his toes, shifting uncomfortably.
(He wasn't even denying it.)
As I turned on my heel, smirking, I wandered down the corridor.
"Bellatrix!" Another squeak echoed.
"Yes!" I replied, amusement evident within my voice.
No response...
Wormtail seemed to have lost his nerve.
Thanks to the wonderful Mesteria and Inkfire for their encouragement and reassuring me that this chapter was indeed good enough to publish! :D