Dedicated to: Lisa-Noir

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, the spells, or the location of the Dark Lord's lair. (Sorry Harry.) I do own this plot (even if it may have been used before) and a piece of string. I like string. =3

Warning: Contains out of character characters, hinted character death (though it's a minor character nobody cares about), lucid behavior, masochism, an oddly nice Dark Lord, sisterly affection, hints towards unhappy marriages, hints toward infidelity, and a plunny named Karlos Von Goose.

Bellatrix LeStrange is, let's be honest, strange.

She loves the Dark Lord, and doesn't care if he causes her any pain. In fact, it's almost as if she likes it.

When asked by her fellow Death Eater's why she acts like this, she merely states. "Why does it matter? I'm loyal and will do anything to please my Master. Maybe you should do the same?" And she'd merely walk away.

Her sister sat her down one day to talk to her about her obsessive ways with their Lord. "Bella, sweetie, you know I care about you and only want you happy, right?" Narcissia asked softly from her spot across from her sister.

"I know Cissy. I love you too." Bella smiled.

"Then you have to know, I'm concerned about your infatuation with the Dark Lord." She said softly. "I'm not sure how you can be happy with him causing you so much pain. Every Cruciatus, every mean word… How can you be so happy?"

Bellatrix looked to her sister, setting down her tea. She paused only long enough to gather her thoughts. "Sister, I know you don't quite understand, but please accept that I am happy. If I can accept you're happy with your husband, despite that he doesn't pay you any attention and slept with you just long enough to produce an heir, you should accept that any physical pain I receive is fine compared to the emotional pain of my marriage."

Narcissia stared at her sister. Her Bella had never spoken a lucid comment like since she joined the Death Eater ranks. "Trixie, you know I'll stand by you. I just want you happy." She smiled softly and the two sisters hugged.

The following month Voldemort questioned Bellatrix, for his other followers were worried that her being so blindly in love with him may be a hindrance. "Bellatrix, it has come to my attention that your faithfulness to myself and the Cause, could be potentially threatening to both."

Bellatrix never looked up from where she knelt. "My Lord, I don't know who would tell you such things, but I assure you they are misguided."

Voldemort watched her silently. "They are worried that you like being tortured. They used a term for you. Masochistic, I believe is what they called you."

Bellatrix looked up at him. "Crucio me all you want. I like the pain. It means you notice me, notice my mistakes. My Lord, if I may be blunt, I am happier here, being tortured and put through pain, than at home being ignored and hated. I am without a doubt your most faithful and loyal servant, and will do anything for you."

Voldemort looked at her and nodded, accepting the answer. "Very well then Bella. That is all." With that she was dismissed.

Her fellow Death Eaters still continue to think she's insane, but so long as her Lord and sister know her reasons, she didn't care what the others thought. Not that ever did. Though where her husband disappeared to after her conversation with her Lord, she neither knows, nor cares.

A/N: And that's it! Hope you have enjoyed it. Taking one-shot requests as well.