A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I HAVE HAD MONTHS OF WRITERS BLOCK AND I FEEL REALLY BAD.
But I'm going to try and complete as many of my stories as possible this year!
Also for anyone waiting for an update on Vulnerable (if any of you still have hope on it) I'm planning on updating it in the next couple of days. I just need some inspiration on it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of J.K Rowling's wonderful creations or characters.
aphoticlacking light; especially not reached by sunlight
Dark.
It'd be the most commonly used word to describe Bellatrix's soul if anyone were asked.
First glance at her, you know she's beautiful. Beautiful. Looks that women would kill for, body that men would die for. Curves, legs and a chest that men can't keep their eyes off and dark, dark eyes that sparkle, laugh, dance, threaten. A look at her victim and they know they're in danger. Danger. It's a word that rings through her mind, buzzes through her body, caresses her lips. Blood red lips, full, cupid-bowed. Glossy coal hair that brushes her thighs, falling in thick perfect ringlets. It's as smooth and flawless as her ivory skin. Her high cheek bones that create a bump in the pattern her tears form–because she's seen as emotionless, but people forget why she acts as such.
They forget that maybe all the pain and loss she's felt in her life has affected her. They forget that she is punished for her failures. They forget that she's been taught since she can remember to be ice-woman – to hide her feelings from the world. They forget. She's seen as evil and she is, really – she really is quite evil. But though she tries not to she does have feelings, feelings that she thinks of as weak. And it's not just since her Master came into her life and taught her to think of them as much, she's always regarded emotions as burdens. She turns her nose up at them. She despises them. Uses people's feelings against them – she sees them as a reason to die. So she lives her life with feelings for only one man, and she cares for Cissy, and she thinks perhaps, just maybe, she feels for Lucius and Draco and Rodolphus and Rabastan and Regulus and even Sirius – because she hates him but she wonders if there is that little bit of her that loves him, loves him for their little jokes and endless insults and though he's an example of what she's trying to kill off, when they meet on a battlefield or in a duel and she feels her heart race and she's running off adrenaline and she dances about in movement, twirling to miss a curse, leaping to avoid a jinx. She loves those moments and she loves him for it.
And she loves her Master.
Oh, she does. She adores him. Worships him. She's completely loyal, faithful – never has there been a part of her that has doubted him. The others; they've felt doubt, mistrust. They swear they haven't, but they have. The Dark Lord knows they're lying but he also knows Bellatrix, his Bella, never lies to him. He trusts her. He grimaces at the fact and he's irritated at it, but he does trust her. She and himself – the only things he trusts. And he's a good Master, a good Lord. He rewards his followers. And he gives Bella the best reward of all.
And both their souls are dark. Both of them are aphotic.