Power, Wealth and Social Status

This is the story of the life of Bellatrix Black; a life ruled by power, wealth and social status. Split into two parts, the story loosely follows that of the Harry Potter books along with some added twists for drama. Voldemort/Bellatrix


3. Chapter 3

 Bellatrix awoke the next morning, her spirits high. Voldemort was fully dressed, sitting over her with a smile on his face, tenderly stroking her hair. She'd certainly never woken up that way before, mostly she kicked her lovers out of her bed before going to sleep.


"Good morning, beautiful one," Voldemort said, leaning forwards and kissing her on the lips.


She smiled back, and sat up, "Good morning, evil one," she replied, and Voldemort loved the way her voice was thick with sleep still. He chuckled. "What's the plan for today?" Bellatrix asked, yawning.


"I have important meetings, I'm afraid, my sweet," said Voldemort. He didn't look too happy about the prospect, but didn't comment on it at all. "So I suggest you get up and dress, and we shall have breakfast together, then I have a sort of task for you."


Excited, Bellatrix jumped out of bed and began to get ready for the day. When she was dressed in a very fine set of black robes, she followed him to the smaller dining room. As they ate, they conversed lightly. As Bellatrix began to clear her plate, Voldemort spoke again.


"We shall meet again in here for lunch, but the Death Eaters will be staying for dinner as well, do you remember where the formal dining room is?" At Bellatrix's nod, he continued. "It will be served at half past six, so if you can be there just before that, looking like a goddess in that wonderful dress I am so excited to see. For lunch, I shall meet you back here at half past twelve."


Bellatrix laughed. "Of course... And what was this task you had for me today?"


"Ah." Voldemort stood, and held out his hand for Bellatrix to take. She hastily stood up, and took his hand, and followed him up every set of stairs there was in the manor, leading up to the very top. As they got there, Bellatrix noticed a spiral staircase. "Up there, my sweet, is the attic. Go up there and spend the morning looking through the stuff; I think you'll be interested in most of it. Choose whatever you like, and take it down to our bedroom." He lent forwards, and kissed her roughly on the lips. "Remember, my sweet, when we are married, this house and its contents will be yours, in your own right." And then he was gone.


Slowly, Bellatrix climbed the staircase, her wand held in front of her. It began to get darker, so she lit her wand. At the top of the staircase was merely a door. Carefully, she reached out and opened it, half expecting something to jump out at her as she did. When nothing happened, she took a step over the threshold. The attic was huge, at least the size of the ballroom. Her wand light created shadows. With a flick of her wand, she made the candles suspended around the outside of the room ignite, and she was finally able to see the whole room.


There were large boxes and chests, covered in cobwebs and dust, large rails filled with robes and dresses. There were shoes, rows and rows of shoes and boots, for men and for women. In the corner, there were stacks of furniture, rich tapestries and rugs, now covered in grime and dirt.


Bellatrix gasped.


She would never need to buy a dress again.


Carefully, she began sifting through the rails of clothes, picking up anything she liked. A purple velvet dress made its way into her collection, a silk Slytherin green dress following that. She couldn't wait to try everything on, and show her favourites to her lover. After a while, when she ran out of arm room, Bellatrix laid her collection down on one of the smaller boxes, and went to a nearby chest. It was filled with long cloaks, lace, and velvet, silk... Every material and colour in existence was in there. She picked out a black lace one, green velvet and purple silk, but knew whenever there was an occasion she needed anything for, she only had to come up here. She decided to make the attic her magical project, she would clean it all up and get it looking presentable at every opportunity, and have everything in the room hanging neatly arranged and hung up. After a couple more hours of looking through the clothes, she realised that it was almost half past twelve. She ran down the stairs, and into the dining room, anxious to see Voldemort.


He was already seated, and pouring himself wine. He smiled as he saw her. "Hello, beautiful," he said, holding out a hand to her. She accepted it, and sat down next to him, taking the wine he'd given her. "How has your morning been?"


"It's been wonderful," Bellatrix replied, her eyes on his for a moment. "I was hoping you would let me sort the room out, tidy it a bit."


Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "I'll set the elves to it if you want-"


"No," Bellatrix cut in, her eyes now on her food, tucking in, suddenly starving. "I want to do it myself. This whole place... Well, you said it, it'll be ours soon, and I want it to feel that way." She flashed a smile at him, and Voldemort felt his stomach lurch in the usual way, whenever she smiled at him. "How's your day so far?"


"Dismal," Voldemort replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Sometimes I wish that all of my followers could be as intelligent as you or Lucius are... I suppose they will come in time, and will be my higher followers."


Bellatrix smirked at his last comment. "So... That means I will be?" she asked, her tone settling on completely innocent. Voldemort had already become immune to this tone of voice.


"You'll be married to me," he snapped, but he was smiling, as he finished off his meal.


"Mm and won't I be perfect," she continued as if he hadn't spoken. "Beautiful... Witty... Intelligent... In fact, everything a man could dream of." Her smile was still innocent, and she kept her gaze down as he looked back over to her, as if she was too afraid to look at him. He wasn't deceived. He sat back in his seat, and continued to watch her eat, knowing that she was completely right, and that he would never be the same again now he had met her. He took a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving her.


"But you'll be mine," he spoke up as she finished eating. "Mine to ravish."


Bellatrix finally caught his gaze, and held it, a seductive smile on her lips now. "Not fast enough." She stood up, and lent over him, capturing his lips in a long kiss. "I suppose you have to get back to your work now," she said with a sigh.


"Indeed I do," Voldemort replied, also sighing, pulling her onto his lap, smoothing down her hair. "You're covered in cobwebs."


"You should consider cleaning your attic more often then," Bellatrix replied with a smirk, her arms around his neck. "Would you mind a lot if I chose one of the dresses upstairs to wear tonight instead?"


Voldemort kissed her once on the lips, and stood them both up. "I told you, it's all for you," he replied as they reached the door. "Choose something beautiful for me, won't you," he called over his shoulder as he walked down the corridor in the opposite direction to her.


Bellatrix smiled, and headed upstairs to choose her dress, and to get ready.




Voldemort appeared at the door of the bedroom just as Bellatrix was applying her lipstick. She stood back from the mirror, and turned to face him. "What do you think?" she asked, smiling at him. Voldemort swallowed lightly.


"Nice," he said quietly, and took a step towards her. Nice was an understatement. Her dress was white, a plunging lace bodice and long A-line skirt, fanning out with lace and silk to a short trail at the bottom. With white shoes, her brown hair curled around her shoulders and down her back, her eyes black and her lips blood red, she looked like the perfect fallen angel. Voldemort was shocked; he'd been expecting a sultry red or wicked black, not pure white. It certainly suited her.


"Thank you," she replied smirking, looking back to the mirror, knowing she looked far better than just nice. Voldemort strode towards her, and spun her back around to look at him.


"You look like an angel," Voldemort whispered in her ear. "And I desire you above any other woman I have ever seen." Slowly, he pulled back from her, and kissed her hand. "You shall be a diamond in a sea of black." As she turned back to the mirror, he noticed a diamond choker on the table next to her make up. He picked it up, and put it around her neck, looking at her in the mirror. She smiled; her eyes on his in their reflection.


"There are some beautiful robes upstairs, perhaps I should bring them down for you to look at?" she asked him, watching as he opened his wardrobe.


"If I find them in my wardrobe and I feel like wearing them, I shall," Voldemort replied, pulling out a set and throwing them on the bed.


Bellatrix shrugged indifferently. "You men are all the same," she murmured, now fastening diamond studs into her earlobes.


"Indeed," Voldemort replied, stripping off his dirty robes and pulling on the clean set. Bellatrix glanced at him in the mirror, and smiled. The robes were plain black, heavy velvet, tailored tightly at the waist, dropping down in long, fluid lines. "Don't you have better things to be looking at?" Voldemort asked her, smirking as he finishing buttoning the robes up.


"Not really," Bellatrix replied lightly, walking slowly towards him, her hands against his chest in a very seductive manner. "You look so very handsome, that is all."


Voldemort chuckled and kissed her hard on the lips. "And you are very, very sexy, Bellatrix Black," he said, squeezing her hands in his own tightly. "Are you ready?" At Bellatrix's nod, he gave her hands one last squeeze, and led her out of the room towards the grand staircase. "You'll be sitting next to Lucius and myself, I thought you might appreciate knowing someone," Voldemort continued conversationally to Bellatrix as they descended the steps.


"It shouldn't be a problem anyway," Bellatrix responded with a smile. "I can dazzle anyone with my wit."


"I am certain of that," Voldemort said quietly, but he was smiling down at her.


"Before we go in there," Bellatrix said, nodding to the closed door of the formal dinning room they had reached, in which she could hear people talking behind. "How much do they know about us?"


"Nothing, my beauty," Voldemort replied with a smile. He reached down and tapped her lightly on the ass. He lent over her, and whispered into her ear. "You'll have to act like you're scared."


Bellatrix laughed lightly. "You'll be lucky."


Voldemort smirked at her as he opened the door and walked in, followed by Bellatrix who was also smirking as she entered, mostly because she could feel the gaze of every man in the room on her. As she sat down at the top of the table, she noticed that even Lucius was staring at her. "Gentlemen, for those of you who do not know, this is Bellatrix Black, my protégé, who will be staying with us for a couple of days before her return to Hogwarts." Bellatrix ducked her head down as if she was shy and nervous about having herself introduced in this way, but Lucius's gaze on her remained cool.


As the meal was served, Lucius lent over to her, pretending he was reaching for the potatoes. "Your innocence does not fool me," he murmured, and his smirk was altogether too obvious for her. "Remember, I went to school with you for six years."


"I haven't any idea what you are talking about, Mr Malfoy," Bellatrix replied icily, and fairly loudly so that Voldemort at least could hear her.


"I'm sure," Lucius replied, taking a sip of his wine. "And how is dear Mr Wilkes? Still going out with him?"


Bellatrix glared at Lucius, and turned briefly to look at the Dark Lord, who was listening carefully. He simply raised an eyebrow at her, but Bellatrix was not fazed. "No, Lucius, of course not, I've moved onto better things since then." She paused, noticing that the rest of the table were talking amongst themselves. Voldemort had moved onto the person to his left now he was satisfied with her answer. "Anyhow, Mr Malfoy, I don't think you should be speaking to me about relationships. My poor sister Narcissa, she wants to be courted by her man before she gets married, I can't imagine that happening now."


Lucius scowled at her and turned back to his meal. Satisfied, Bellatrix looked back to Voldemort with a grin. The Dark Lord merely shook his head sarcastically and poured Bellatrix a glass of wine. "You return to Hogwarts soon, Bellatrix?"


"In five days, my Lord," she replied, and suddenly realised that wasn't very long at all. She'd only be there until tomorrow afternoon at the latest, and then Voldemort would probably be too busy to spend time with her.


"Not so long then," Voldemort murmured. "We'll speak about this later, Bella."


"Thank you," she whispered, and continued to eat. She spend the rest of the meal listening to Voldemort's conversations with the man opposite her, and his conversations with Lucius, wondering when she would begin to understand what was going on, and what the Dark Lord was planning in this early stage of his takeover.


"You seemed quiet, beautiful," Voldemort said to her as they got into bed together for the second time.


"There's a lot to take in," Bellatrix responded. She flashed him a smile. "I'm sure you'll explain everything."


"When you've finished Hogwarts." Bellatrix was sick of hearing those words. She turned over in bed with a sigh. "I know, Bella, it's not easy." There were fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp. "But it's not even a year. Nine months."


"I don't want to go back," Bellatrix whispered into the darkness of the room. "I'll miss you so much."


Finally, Voldemort turned her head to look at him, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "You'll see me at Christmas. I promise that." He paused, and then added "I know for certain I will wish to see you." Bellatrix merely made a non-committal sound in the back of her throat, but she did roll over into his arms all the same. "Good girl."


"Don't patronise me, you git," Bellatrix said sleepily. Voldemort chuckled, and squeezed her tightly into himself, and kissed her hair. He'd never let his lovers speak to him in that way before, but with Bella... He couldn't help himself.


Merlin help him.




Bellatrix returned to her parents house the following afternoon, a sulky expression on her face. This was the last place she wanted to be, there were now four days left of her holidays. As she walked into the parlour, Narcissa was seated by the fireplace, reading. She looked up. "I was expecting you back sooner," she said, snapping the book shut, and Bellatrix felt the urge to slam her face inside of it.


"Father knew how long I would be."


"That's not what I meant," Narcissa said, her voice girly and pretty. Bellatrix scowled. Narcissa was actually wearing a white dress with high heeled silver shoes and pink lipstick. "I was expecting this important man you were staying with to have thrown you out, with your behaviour."


Bellatrix was about to turn away, when she realised just what Narcissa had said. "You mean Father didn't tell you who it was I have been with?" She couldn't hide her smirk as Narcissa realised she'd given that fact away. "Oh well. At least one of the Black girls can be trusted with our reputation." She turned and walked out of the room, and headed towards the upstairs sitting room her Mother and Father usually resided in.


"Ah, Bellatrix, you're back," said Cygnus as she entered the room. With a grin, Bellatrix kissed him on the cheeks, and then Druella, and sat down.


"Yes, I've had a brilliant time," Bellatrix responded. "Mother, the Dark Lord has a whole attic filled with the most beautiful clothes, and he's given the entire room to me." She smiled happily at her parents, but Druella was tight lipped, as usual.


"Did you sleep in a guest room?" she snapped, and as Cygnus sighed in annoyance, Bellatrix realised this topic had already been debated between her parents. Druella turned to Cygnus. "I've told you, I will not relax until she has a ring around her finger."


"I trust the Dark Lord, and I trust Bellatrix," Cygnus said firmly. "Now enough on the matter, I want my dinner." As they walked down the stairs, Bellatrix noticed Lucius stood at the bottom of the stairs.


"Good evening, Mr and Mrs Black," he said, bowing his head respectfully.


"Hello, Lucius," Cygnus replied. Bellatrix smirked at him, so he'd finally decided to court Narcissa?


"Is Miss Narcissa decent yet? I have a reservation for us." Bellatrix realised that this was the reason that her sister was so dressed up.


"Of course, I shall go and fetch her," said Cygnus and Druella followed him into the parlour.


Bellatrix and Lucius stared at each other. Bellatrix spoke first, quickly and quietly. "If you mention to anyone that I am the Dark Lord's protégé, including my sister, I shall make sure for certain that you are skinned." Her eyes flashed at him. "Clear?"


Lucius merely smirked. "I have my own orders, you know."


"And I am sure they match my own." Bellatrix smiled sweetly as Narcissa came into the hallway. "I was just saying, sister, it will be odd with no Lucius at school this year."


Narcissa laughed coolly. "I'm sure it will." She turned stiffly back to her family. "Goodbye, Mother, Father." She nodded coldly to them, and then turned, taking Lucius's arm and walking through the front door as if she was the Queen of England.


Bellatrix chuckled as the door closed. "Narcissa isn't happy, is she," she said.


Cygnus smiled grimly. "She'd better behave tonight. We need the Malfoy's on our side, I hope she doesn't frighten him away."


"The Dark Lord has honoured our family," said Druella. "Everyone is anxious to be part of it now."


"I hope so," Cygnus replied. "Thanks to our Bellatrix here."


Bellatrix smiled. Yes, her life was going to be very exciting from now on. She couldn't wait to get this upcoming year of school complete, so that she could fulfil her destiny and become the wife and loyal follower of her beloved Dark Lord.

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