Devious Thoughts

“Lord Voldermort, please I beg of you, give me another chance,” Bellatrix

pleaded as she crawled towards her furious master.

She and her fellow Death Eaters had failed again, failed to destroy Harry

Potter and his little band of followers. They had also failed to get the

prophecy, the secret weapon he had desired since his rebirth. Bellatrix had

apparated with her master to safety after their battle with Harry Potter and

Dumbledore. Lord Voldermort was weakened slightly from the battle but, even

then Bellatrix knew that a severe punishment awaited her when he regained

his full strength. With the rest of the Death Eaters captured by those fools

from the Ministry of Magic, she was the only one left to take the full force of

his anger. It had taken three months for him to recover with their limited

means.

“Bellatrix, our attempts have been thwarted again, by a bunch of

children and an old man. Dumbledore, that pathetic, protective fool, Harry

Potter, his idiotic pureblood friend Weasley, and that filthy, disgusting,

tempting mudblood Granger, all of which seem to work quite well together.”

Voldermort spit out their names with such venom in his voice that

Bellatrix was sure his words were burning holes through her clothes and igniting

her skin. Bellatrix coward before her master, too afraid to speak. She could

hear his angered, raged breaths as his temper and desires flared. Suddenly

he spoke to her, his breathing had calmed a bit and when she chanced a

glance up at his face she saw a malicious and evil smile spread slowly from the

corners of his thin formless mouth. Bellatrix quickly lowered her gaze back to

the floor, ho she she wasn’t the one his evil intentions were meant for.

“Stand and remove your clothing as I tell you about my newest

mischievous plan. The bond between our little nuisance and his cunning friend

bind him and Weasley together. We separate Harry Potter and Granger, we

break those bonds of friendship. Granger seems to be the only one to bring

any common sense to their actions.”

Bellatrix stood before her master, a look of confusion and fear

glazing her eyes, as she slowly disrobed.

“If we remove the voice of reason, irrational thoughts and actions

will ensue. Mistakes will be made and dire consequences shall be the folly of

these mistakes. These past months have given me time to think and plan a

very precise way on how to deal with this situation. You see I don’t simply want

to kill Harry Potter, I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer losing them but

be aware of his lose by their constant presence. I want guilt to tear away his

sanity long before I kill him. But before I do finally kill him I shall fulfill my

own desires to tarnish that little mudbloods virtue. I’ll steal her first blood,

her innocence, using her best friend, Harry Potter.”

An evil chuckle escaped his lips as Bellatrix shivered standing

before her master completely nude. Her arms stayed at her sides and she

stared at the floor. She could feel his cold glare sliding down her body, taking

in all her curves.

“Not as innocent looking as I would have liked, but you’ll do for

now.” his voice giving away no indication of his desires.

“Come to me.” his voice sending a new bout of shivers down her

spine.

His harsh, emotionless voice vibrated off the bare walls of the small

room. Bellatrix swallowed her fear and walked slowly towards her master until

she was standing directly in front of him. The rwas was comfortably warm but

his hands wshocshockingly cold as he ran his hands up her arms causing her to

break out in goose bumps. He caught her arms in a vice like grip forcing a

small gasp out of her. She knew his fingers would leave bruises but to refuse

him would mean death. A maniacal grin of triumph spread across his face as a

hateful snigger escaped his lips when she gasped.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this.”