Bellatrix Lestrange, "The most loyal Death Eater", "The most wicked witch", "The one in love with the Dark Lord" many nickname and titles piled over her name, and yet she wasn't that person anymore, well, maybe she still was "The most wicked witch" but everything else, no more. But she had to pretend it, that she was loyal to Voldemort, that she was still madly in love with him, even after his fall.
Who would have thought? The little change she made led everyone to believe the "Chosen One" was a boy named Harry Potter, now also known as "The Boy Who Lived", everyone think he defeated Voldemort, a mere one year old child.
But, almost a year before the Dark Lord's fall, she presented her child to the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, she even claimed the child was his, thing that Voldemort took quite well, not in a way a father would take it, but thinking in the ways he could use this son of his, for the Death Eaters it was like the baby had royal blood, almost some kind of deity.
And even though his newly acquired status, the only person that treated the little child like a normal baby was his aunt: Narcissa Malfoy. The woman was delighted by the idea of her sister having a child, having one of her own make her believe it was one of the greatest feelings of the world. Also it was some kind of relief on the fact that Bellatrix hadn't been the same since her "beloved" husband's death.
And now there she was, helping a bunch of Death Eaters torture some members of the Order of the Fenix. Even though her body was there, her mind wasn't, she was submerged in thoughts, worrying about what was going to happen after this, she wasn't stupid, at all, she knew that if Aurors and other kind of law enforcers of the magical world were chasing them, with this, they would want their heads hanging on a wall like trophys. That simple thought terrified her, because, with her gone, what would happen with little Felix? He was already six years old, living a runaway life wasn't a thing she would expose him to.
She wanted to go home and spend her time with her family, she managed to evade any kind of suspicions by telling the other Death Eaters that Rodolphous had bought the house from an "anonymous" seller, later being recognised by the Death Eaters as Tristan G. Alavid, one of the very few Hogwarts former students that had outshine Voldemort in one specific thing, and also one of the best healers there was. In Bellatrix story, Tristan sold his house with the one condition, they had to let him leave there by any means, even as a butler, condition that obviously Rodolphous accepted.
The Death Eaters believed that story for just one reason, they didn't thought about anything else than having Tristan on their side, a notorious healer that, during the war, took care of wizards and witches from both sides, thing that only gained him an enmity with the "good guys", because everywhere him went the Death Eaters and the forces of Voldemort appeared. So usually the majority of the people he healed was from those groups, thing that also gave him the reputation of being a Death Eater.
And now, almost a week later, she was back home.
“Felix, get down here!” With almost a foot inside her home, Bellatrix heard Tristan scream from the top floor being followed by a kid's laugh, then, she heard a window being shattered in the side of the house, obviously she ran to get a clear view of what was happening. To her surprise, or maybe not, she saw Felix, with a pair of giant tri coloured wings in his back and some bluish/greenish feathers in his face, flying out the window. That kid, since he discovered how to "control" his metamorphomagi condition he would always turn in some kind of animal to cause any kind of troubles, although his favourite kind where flying animals, specifically a Quetzal. He loved to fly and was quite good at it, as if he had been born to do it.
“Mum!” Felix screamed diving down and landing graciously infront of the woman and launching himself towards his mother, trapping her tiny waist around his arms. Yes, definitely Bellatrix was going to miss this.
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The true chosen one
FanfictionA little change. A little modification. A little alteration, it's all it took for him to live, even if that meaned that someone else would have to live in that horrible fantasy. Although it wouldn't last forever. After all, you can change some wor...