Bellatrix did literally everything for your good: she was like a dog to kill anyone who dared to look in your direction from the wrong corner, or anyone who had too long a tongue to insult you.

After all, you, her damn idol, even if you hit her, she would turn the other cheek.

Her eccentric and insane figure did not make for love, for that is doomed to obsession. In fact you considered her a useful trump card, a capable girl with no instinct for self-preservation as such.

She would have had no trouble organizing a genocide at your word. She only did time in Azkaban because of you. At the end of the day, is one madman worth another?

A small, loyal snake, with a hood full of venom that would never squeak in your direction.

When you'd settled into Malfoy Manor, she'd literally hovered over you, feeling like a child who should get a parent's acceptance for a job well done.

The woman was sprawled out on the couch, her eyes watching you, her lips curled in a smirk, she had just successfully tortured some poor guy, a bonus point to her already great mood. Finally you're here, she's beside you, you're alone. Honestly, is this turning out to be the first time you've ever been fully reunited?

Feline-like in her approach to you, she purred in your ear. "I missed you." she looked into your eyes, her pupils glowing with bloody hearts. Curls dangled haphazardly on her forehead, her lips pouted. "These little children are nothing compared to your power." She said reverently, leaving a kiss on your cheek.