(HP Voldemort/Beckett) Flying Against the Light

The black-robed woman with yellowing hair knelt before him, shuffling forward on her knees across the cold floor. She threw herself at Voldemort's feet. Fifteen years in Azkaban had stolen her beauty, leaving her haggard and driven mad by the loss of her magic. What kind of fervor now blazed in those crazed eyes? "My Lord." Bella bowed her head in reverence. She lifted Voldemort's robes and kissed their hem. Voldemort, his handsome looks and magic restored, gazed down at Bella and smiled meaningfully. "You're back, Bella." Theme: