Love is weakness, but only if you let it be

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       Bellatrix let tears fall on her cheeks, against her sister's lap. Voldemort was examing the child, his child, laying on Lucius's arms, too afraid to touch the frail girl. Blood was running to the carpet from everywhere, from Victoria's whole body. Before further instructions, Voldemort turned to Bellatrix, but spoke to her sister, Narcissa;
"Take her to the dungeons, let her destroy the four snatchers in there, and only after she has done that, get her back here."
Bellatrix would be no help in that state, and the Dark Lord knew her better than anyone else, and knew, that if she wouldn't torture someone, she would get terrible. When Narcissa dragged the protesting Bellatrix away, Voldemort turned to the men and his daughter. He was fast, faster than he had ever been, even faster than with Bellatrix in this situation.

     In a second, they were already upstairs, Lucius was trying to help as good as he could while trying to get the blood off his clothes, Severus was doing important and necessary potions, a few healers, who were wives of trusted Death Eaters, were trying to heal and examine everything they could. The Dark Lord on the other hand, had left somewhere, no one knew where he was. He was going to make sure his daughter's horcrux was safe where he had left it. But for that, he needed Bellatrix. So he headed to the dungeons, and when reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Narcissa leaning against the door, apparently trying to ignore the screaming of the prisoners. She lowered her head at the sight of him, and bowed, but Voldemort only walked coldly past her and opened the door, wand and his instincts ready if a curse was coming to his direction. And one of them indeed was, but he easily rejected it. Bellatrix was sending curses everywhere, not really even targeting at the two snatchers, or what was left of them, since she had actually pieced them. There were flashes of lights, and like her daughter, Bellatrix had a fast hand, she sent curses after another fly through the air. This was her way to cope.
"Bella?"
And then the curses ended. She turned to him, a few of her dark curls on her face, moving as she breathed.
"We need to go."
She gave him a questioning stare, and when he explained;
"We need to make sure it's safe",
realisation filled her face for a split-second, but then she already apparated, and he did the same right after her.

     Bellatrix and Voldemort were in a small field, walking across it towards a forest. Once they reached the mysterious forest, they disappeared. At least from outsiders. For themselves, they were completely visible. They walked in the middle of the forest, it was warm, almost too warm, but silent. There were no voices of anything living, only the sound of the two people walking. They got in front of an enormous tree, and Voldemort took his wand, and a hold of Bellatrix's wrist. Then he made a sharp, fast cut in it, and she squezed her fist to let the blood fall on the side of the tree. Slowly, when enough blood had fallen on the tree, the blood started forming into letters. Pure. On all it's shine, the word was there, and this probably would've looked like a weird ritual to someone who saw this. But they knew, that anyone couldn't see them. The forest was enchanted, enchanted to protect it's most precious treasure. The word vanished, and there was starting to form somekind of a doorway instead. Soon, the two went inside, and saw a dark, wet chamber but neither spoke to each other. They knew better. They knew all about how it worked, since the two were the ones who made it. Without words, Bellatrix dropped her two knives, which she always had with her, one poisonous and another normal, to the ground and then gave her wand to Voldemort. Neither of them hadn't been there in years, but both remembered how it worked. Bellatrix stepped forward, and softly whispered, her voice playing with the air;
"Victory."
For a few seconds, there was nothing. But then, there were footsteps, and a little girl appeared in front of them. Only that the girl looked just like their daughter, just like Victoria. But Bellatrix looked emotionless, rather angry than anything kind. She walked up to the girl took a rough grip of her hair, and the girl screamed, telling her to stop, and to let her go, called her mother, but Bellatrix didn't let go, she didn't do any motion to stop. She held the girl's hair with her left hand, and lifted the other hand to the girl's neck. Her terribly long nail touched the girl's cold and pale skin. And then, she pressed. Bellatrix made it quick, sharp and clean. Well, as clean as she could, when she just cut a girl's, who looked identical to her daughter, neck open with her bare fingernail. But only in a second, the girl was only dust, and the Dark Lord walked to his best lieutenant, giving her her wand and knives back. Finally, he spoke;
"Well, it went quickly, didn't it?"
Bellatrix only smirked. She knew, that she was terrible. But, she loved it. She loved being a terrible, cold-hearted bitch. When they finally reached what they originally were there for, they both sighed with relief. There it was, their daughter's horcrux. Safe.

Hello! I'm sorry to announce that this story is coming to it's end soon! I'll do this at least until 40 chapters and a prologue! But, after this I'm planning to write another story, so what would you like it to be about? I'm starting to really like Dramione, but I can do some Bellamort too, or something else? Tell me some suggestions, please! Thank you!

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