#6. Crucio
Bellatrix sneered at Snape from across the room. She still didn’t understand how the Dark Lord could trust him, after all he was in Dumbledor’s good gracious, which wasn’t anything honorable in her eyes. She toyed with her wand in her hand.
‘Crucio,’ she thought lightly and giggled to herself. Had she put real thought into it, she might have caused some damage to poor Severus. Bellatrix was so fixated on her fury with Snape, that she hadn’t noticed Voldemort staring at her.
“Careful, Bella,” his hissed at her, his face spreading to a smirk, “Snape is of importance to me. I won’t think highly of it if he’s harmed.” Snape’s head turned toward Bellatrix and he felt his blood run cold with the thought of her. She was a powerful witch, he knew, but she had no control over her power, and very little desire in anything, except pleasing her master. In Snape’s eyes, she was a waste of life; Safer dead than alive.
Bellatrix’s head tilted towards her master’s, than turned back to Snape. They glared at each other for only a second. Then he continued reading the parchment Voldemort had given him, upon arrival. |