Author's Note: I haven't written Belladolphus in ages… I've been lost in Lucissa land. It's really awkward coming back to this pairing, actually. But this is for Rissy (DirtyLittleGleek) because she's stood by me through it all and I can't thank her enough for all that's she done. (Title borrowed by Seether.)

Disclaimer: Don't own any of it!

FINDING BEAUTY IN NEGATIVE SPACES

Everyone thought they knew the truth of Bellatrix and Rodolphus.

No, it's not a love story. Merely companionship.

They called her a wretched woman and him a senseless fool, both caught in the undertow of a madman. They did it for their kind.

But Rodolphus only chuckled, silently correcting their negativities.

It was love. She was not a wretched woman, but a powerful and terrifying witch. The way her eyes shined when torturing a victim, the way she stood tall above the writhing coward, laughing.

Her eagerness was intoxicating.

She was most beautiful during the kill. What wasn't to love?