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Prisms of Darkness	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 34497 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thanks to my reviewers: Nerys and cosettex!
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Chapter 2
She should had known earlier.
Or perhaps she had known but had not wanted to believe it.
"My Lord, why keep the girl? She is of no use to us any longer," she had asked.
"Bella, if you were Dumbledore or Potter, would you not turn in your grave if one of your best accomplices broke down to your greatest enemy?" her Lord had answered with a vile smirk.
She always believed in what he told her. Therefore, when he said that to her, she believed him. She believed that he merely wanted the pleasure of killing the girl for himself.
Bellatrix Lestrange had been wrong.
She had waited. She'd panicked when she'd heard about the Dark Lord bringing along Mudblood Granger wherever he went. She'd told herself that it was a matter of days before the Dark Lord would become bored from torturing the girl. It was not that hard to break down a filthy little Mudblood. After she broke down, the Dark Lord would kill her. The place at his arms would be rightfully Bellatrix's again within days.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.
For seven years, the Mudblood followed the Dark Lord while Bellatrix stood at the sidelines, becoming increasingly vindictive. For the first four years, she could still tell herself that there was nothing between the Dark Lord and Granger. The day when the girl appeared at the Quidditch World Cup (something which the Dark Lord had kept despite his disinterest of the sport), Bellatrix finally understood the severity of the situation.
Although Granger still walked around with a look of defiance on her face, there was something else in her eyes.
Bellatrix understood that emotion. It was the same emotion she garnered for her Lord. She felt disgusted when she realized that she shared something with someone with impure blood. However, that feeling was quickly overcome by the threat she was faced with.
The Dark Lord watched the match between Bulgaria and Luxemburg nonchalantly, but she caught the occasional glances he had thrown at Granger.
No. Bellatrix finally found out that her place in the Dark Lord's heart had been moved.
She, nevertheless, was not a witch to go down without a fight.

She waited. People often said that she was rash but they had forgotten that she had spent fourteen years in Azkaban. She could be patient when she needed to be.
And patience she had.
She had to go through days while watching that filthy little thing stand beside her master, the greatest wizard in the world. It sickened her to see the Dark Lord care about Granger. The girl and even the Dark Lord might be oblivious to that fact, but she saw it. She saw the concern in his eyes when something about Granger happened. It made her want to grab the girl by the hair and throw her against the wall.
Bellatrix, however, held it all in.
Years passed again, but she was no longer worried. She had a plan. The Dark Lord did not give her his trust for no reason. Although she might be insane, as many people claimed, she was intelligent.
The night her master took the girl, she knew that he had some business to attend to at midnight and would not return till the next day. She knew her chance had finally come.
She waited outside his chambers, as much as it tortured her. Each gasp and each moan that came from the filthy Mudblood's mouth was like a sword being plunged into her heart. She felt excruciating pain when she heard the Dark Lord's groans and whispers.
She did not need to deny it. She was a jealous woman and hearing those sounds made her want to inflict the same amount of pain she was going through on the woman on her Lord's bed. She, however, could wait. She had waited for three years since the Quidditch World Cup. She could wait until midnight.
When she heard the familiar crack from inside of the room, her eyes shimmered with glee. Oh yes. She was going to get her revenge.

She walked into the chambers after Hermione screamed. No tears were running down the Mudblood's face, but she had a traumatized expression on her face. However, that look went away when she noticed that there was another person in the room.
"Bellatrix," she whispered as she pulled the blanket closer to her body.
"Don't you dare mutter my name with your filthy mouth," she hissed as she pulled out her wand. "How dare you share the bed of the Dark Lord?"
"I ... I ..." Hermione stuttered. Apparently, she was more caught up with the fact that she had slept with the Dark Lord than the wand that was in Bellatrix's hand.
"You love him, don't you?" Bellatrix said, tapping the wand on her hand as she kept note of the time. All of the things she had planned must be done at the right time or else she might be caught. Or even worse, Hermione might be saved.
"I ... I ..." the girl continued to stammer.
A maniacal laugh escaped from Bellatrix. "You didn't know? Or did you just find out tonight?"
The girl stared at the wall with a blank look on her face, but Bellatrix knew she was thinking.
She stopped her laughing and a menacing look appeared on her face. "It doesn't matter any longer, Mudblood. It's going to end tonight."
Hermione looked at her alarmed.
"What are you going to do?" she questioned. Delicious fear was written on every feature of her face.
"Do you actually think that I'm going to allow you to stay beside him?" Bellatrix asked ferociously. "I am his most loyal Death Eater. I am the one who should be by his side. How dare someone as filthy as you have a place by his side and earn his care?"
"His care ..." she repeated softly. Bellatrix laughed again.
"You didn't know? You didn't know? And my dear nephew always complained about your intelligence," Bellatrix jeered as she pointed the wand at Hermione.
"You're going to kill me?" Hermione inquired.
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the girl on the bed.

Bellatrix smiled as she stood outside of her master's chambers yet again.
"Bella!" she heard him call her name. She immediately entered the room and knelt down in front of him.
"Yes, my Lord," she replied, her eyes glowing with happiness.
He was all hers again.
He remained silent for a while, and Bellatrix daringly glanced at him quickly before lowering her head again.
She bit hard into the inside of her lower lip.
"You're going to kill me?"
Oh no, filthy little Mudblood. You're going to have many more years of torture for the grief in my Lord's eyes when he believed you to be dead. Many more years.
"Give her a proper burial," he finally commanded. "You know what to do with those who dare to taint her name."
"Yes, my Lord," Bellatrix answered with hatred burning in her heart.
He dismissed her with a wave of his hand before he sat down on the bed and looked out the window contemplatively.

She walked into the bathroom and collected the body. When she Apparated back to her house, Rodolphus looked up at her with an anxious look.
"Bella," he called out.
She looked at him, waiting for him to talk.
He shook his head. "This is not a good idea. If the Dark Lord finds out about this …"
"He will not find out unless you decide to tell him," Bellatrix cut in.
He let out a sound a sound of frustration, but she had already decided to ignore him.
She walked upstairs to her room and threw the body on the floor. A smirk appeared on her face as she remembered that she would have to thank the Crouches for giving her the idea. Although the dementors could not see or hear the prisoners, she knew quite well that Mrs. Crouch had taken Barty Crouch's place at Azkaban.
She sat on the bed as the face of "Hermione Granger" turned into someone else.
"You're going to kill me?"
"Oh no. I'm not going to kill you," Bellatrix replied as she walked across the room and sat on the armchair her master always sat in. She lovingly touched the part of the armrest where the Dark Lord always placed his hand on. "I'm not going to let you have the easy way out. Not after the torture you've placed me through for the past seven years." She looked back at Hermione. "Not to mention that it would be suspicious if you died by a hex. You don't possess a wand. No. You're going to live but not next to him." She flicked the wand towards the bushy-haired witch. "Stupefy."
She started to giggle before she stood up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She crossed the hallway and opened the door at the end.
She was going to enjoy the next few years much more than the previous ones.
"Hello again, Mudblood."
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