A Bellamort Tale

Part 12

While she was looking at the spot, Lord Voldemort had been sleeping at, just before, Bellatrix kept gently caressing her protruding belly and thought back to the moment she had found out about being with child. Though it had been a couple of days until the dark lord himself had connected her symptoms and went to Narcissa with his suspicion, ordering her to ask Bella about it. While she thought back she fell asleep, dreaming of exactly those couple of days.

It was almost four weeks after Dumbledore's death and also after the dark lord had been with her for the first time. He had been many times since then, sometimes even twice a day when he was staying in the Manor instead of being somewhere else, preparing his war. There was a meeting scheduled that day to discuss the date when 'the boy who lived' was supposedly moved to the home of a member of the order of the phoenix with many protections and wards.
Bellatrix had been feeling sick a couple of times over the last days, but had tried to ignore it as best as she could, considering that she felt great once she had emptied her stomach contents. She maybe would have given it a thought, if she had already had children in all the years with her husband, or if she cared for herself as much as for her master. But being his most loyal follower and servant, she focused only on doing everything he wanted or needed just to please him. And that had been before she really was able to 'please' him. And, well, he had made her scream each time too, being a very generous and skilled lover.

Now she had just taken a short nap to be in her best shape when being at the meeting, seated away from him to keep up the illusion that her whole family was still being punished. Nobody was to know about them, not even Cissy, which was sad as she would have loved to speak about a couple of things the dark lord could do with his split tongue.

Bella groaned as she sat up as she was instantly feeling sick once again. But a quick look at the time made her aware that she was already late and if she wanted to be at the meeting in time she needed to hurry now. Apparating had proven to make her stomach worse, so she slipped into her high heeled boots and ran down the stairs, then stopped at the bottom, closing her eyes and holding on to the railing, trying to resist the urge to puke.

Narcissa was also on her way to said gathering and saw her, asking if she was alright.

Not able to reply, she just shook her head and rushed into the closest bathroom where she, for the third time this day, threw up all she had eaten earlier.

"Bella, maybe you should lay down for some time." Her sister suggested, but the older witch shook her head and croaked. "No, I have to be at the meeting. Go already, I'll be there in no time!"

"Well, if you say so. Should I inform the dark lord?"

Her stomach turned again, keeping her from answering and so she just waved her little sister off, hoping she had understood the gesture.

When Bellatrix entered the drawing room almost ten minutes later, she sighed in relief as nobody was sitting around the table yet and the dark lord was focused on something in midair, but out of her actual sight.

Narcissa let go of Lucius' arm and walked towards her, calling her name.

"Bella, are you feeling better? You're still pale. Come and sit down before you pass out!"

"I'm fine, Cissy! No need to make such a fuss about me. You're keeping our lord from way more important things." She scolded her younger sibling. But the concerned woman could be just as stubborn as Bellatrix and grabbed her arm.

"Just stop playing the tough one all of the time and come with me." She then took it even further, falling completely out of her usual role by addressing Voldemort himself. "My lord, will you allow me to take my sister to her seat already? She hasn't been well over the last few days and I worry for her."