Title: Unseen
Rating: PG (Weirdness)
Genre: Tragedy
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy
Summary: Bellatrix rambles about two of the more important people in life - Voldemort, her father figure, and Lucius her best friend. It's scattered, but set post OotP. One shot.
Additional Copyrights: None

If he had a face, what would you say to it?

Oh, no, he doesn't have a face; is that what you think? No, no face or personality or life; he's just Lord Voldemort. He's bad. He's deadly. He doesn't have a face; if he did, you wouldn't be able to look at him.

But oh, my Lord, he does have a face. And he has eyes. Red, red eyes. Ink and wine and white silk; those are his eyes. I have looked at that face, and I have said, "I will follow you wherever you choose."

Lucius tells me I'm crazy. He says, that's like you have no will, Bella. It's like you're soulless.

And I tell him that yes, I do have a will and a soul; My will is to follow Voldemort. My soul, I tell Lucius, my soul is yours.

Oh, he says.

Once, I stood in the rain with Voldemort. Before the last few years he really came into power, when everyone could still say his name without crying. It was raining, and he held an umbrella over me.

"Bella," he said, "this is how it shall be, for the rest of our lives."

When I went to Azkaban, that place where everything rotted - a place that the Ministry had made, and they had the gall to call us evil - I realized that I had not seen enough sunrises. When I was younger I slept in till eleven; Lucius was the bloke that woke with the sun, because he belonged under it, and he bloomed under it; and the sun loved him and his gold-silver hair.

The sunsets loved me, though. The sky like red roses and the cool air on my skin.

I went to Azkaban, and I was saddened. I could not follow Voldemort while I lay behind those bars; so I thought of him. I thought until the Dementors took those thoughts away, and I couldn't even remember Lucius's voice anymore.

But Voldemort got me out; Voldemort saved me after years of near-death for us both. And I came back to find Lucius sleeping in till eleven; he didn't want to be alone under the sun anymore, alone and knowing in his heart that when the clock struck eleven, I would not be waking up to join him in the summer flowers and grass and glory.

Voldemort, he doesn't talk to me a lot, but he talks to me more than anyone else. He says things that come from disintegrated books, and sometimes he tells me something along the lines of advice. Other times he speaks of odder things still.

"Bellatrix," said My Lord, "I am never going to win this war."

"That's okay," I told him.

"The wizarding race will fall to the Muggles. We will be annihilated, one by one; and the non-magic folk will rule over all."

"That's okay." I said.

"You would follow me to the end?"

"I would follow you on any path you ever decided to create, My Lord."

A few days after, Lucius went to Azkaban. I wish he hadn't. He was my friend.

You don't know the Death Eaters like I do. You don't know about it. Them. Us. You don't know about the umbrella Voldemort held, to keep the rain from my hair; though the strands still curled from moisture. You don't know about the blood, and the tears; you don't know anything about the man who made me his heir.

He doesn't have any children either, you see.

I wish we could get Lucius out. "Wait," The Dark Lord says to me when I complain. "We will get him out."

"I miss him." I whispered.

"Yes." Voldemort said, and touched my hair. "I know you do."

I miss Lucius, and the way we'd sit in the fields. I miss the way we'd stand in the rain to catch raindrops on our tongues. I miss his blonde hair and grey eyes and that laughter of his that filled the house.

My Lord says to wait.

I tell him I may not be able to wait any longer.

He tells me, Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I will see him again. I will touch his hand and tell him, I missed you.

And you know what he'll say back to me? "Yes, Bella, I know."

And we'll sit under apple trees, and wait for the world to end. Because it will. Voldemort told me so.

Lucius says to me, Bella, you're crazy.
And I say, Yeah.