A Bellamort Tale

Part 42

When the dark lord entered Bellatrix' room later that night, he immediately noticed that something was up. She was in a rather strange mood, which he didn't recognise at all from her.

"Good evening, Bella." He greeted her coldly.

Until then, she hadn't even noticed him being in the room with her and flinched.

"My lord!" She gushed out and jumped to her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

He stopped her from talking with a barely noticeable gesture of his hand, then asked.

"What is going on, Bellatrix? I can tell that you're nervous because of something, but I can't figure out what it is. Usually, you are a lot like myself. The only things that get you to lose control over your emotions like this are related to your family and the few people you love or are willing to endure around you. So just spit it out! I am not in the mood for long discussions today."

She held her breath as she approached him, her gaze lowered to show her respect, and said quietly.

"If you're not in a good mood right now, my lord, you shouldn't be bothered with unimportant things like that. It's nothing that can't wait."

"I've asked you a question. And, I am not in a bad mood, I just don't want to have long discussions with you right now, Bellatrix. Once again, I've been gone for several days, and every time I do that, I miss you both a little more than the last time. From a very young age, I have been independent and alone. I wanted it to be this way even. But lately..." He sighed and reached for her face to make her look into his eyes." Lately, I can't wait to finally be back home with you. When all of this started, I really thought it was only my Slytherin heritage that made me covet you. But... We can talk about this particular problem later. Now tell me, what's causing you to feel scared of me again."

Bella gulped and pointed with her head towards her bed.

"Can we sit down? Today was rather exhausting, and you certainly won't like the reason for it. Remember that night when you allowed Draco to keep the mudblood? Well, it turns out as if..." She inhaled deeply before she even tried to continue. But Voldemort was faster.

"I was aware of the feelings he had for her from the very beginning. I allowed it, and I even encouraged him. I didn't know it back then, but..." He grinned mischievously. "Maybe it's another little punishment for Lucius' mistakes. Watching his only son, his heir, being in love with a mudblood."

Bella gasped, then started to giggle.

"Yeah, he deserves that. But that's not the problem, my lord. The girl... she... she's..."

"She's what, Bella? Are you still jealous because our daughter likes her?"

The witch shook her head.

"I am. But that's not the issue. The girl is pregnant. So, not only did one of my sisters dishonour our family, but now my other sister's son did too. Mating with a bloody mudblood. As if he hadn't seen what happened to his teacher after suggesting things like that!"

The dark lord sighed again.

"I see. I will go and talk to Draco. Then I will speak with the girl. But remember, Bellatrix, that my father was a useless muggle. This girl, at least, is a witch, even if she's a mudblood. It's still better than what my mother did. I've done a bit of research lately, and it turned out that the most powerful wizards always came from pureblood families. Yet not without the blood of a muggle or a muggleborn being mixed with theirs in the generation before or just then. Aurelius Dumbledore was the perfect example. If he had been trained from a young age and not forced to keep his magic contained..."

"S-Sorry, who?" Bellatrix had no idea who he was talking about.

"Aurelius Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore's illegitimate son. He was raised by an American muggle, or as they call them, 'no-maj' woman, who not only couldn't do magic, but even hated everybody who could and tried to make the people hate them too and start fighting them. He became an obscurus, the only one ever heard of who lived after his tenth birthday. He even reached the age of thirty-two before he died. I was only five back then and had no idea that I was a wizard or even the incredible powerful wizard I'd become. And from the many things Dumbledore tried to cover up, this one was the second biggest. Right after his very own love affair with Gellert Grindelwald.
Neither of them ever procreated due to just mentioned preferences. Aberforth's son was an exceptional wizard even after starting to use his magic that late. He controlled his obscurial. I sometimes thought that it was the death of his nephew that made Dumbledore become obsessed with saving the unsaveable. Like me, for example. He pitied me. What he just couldn't grasp was that I didn't want pity or love, I just wanted power. All the power I could possibly get. To a certain point, I envied Credence Barebone, which was the boy's name after he was adopted, because of the powerful creature he controlled. But I soon found out that being an obscurus comes with a price I wasn't willing to pay. Ever. To eventually get to the point. His mother was a muggle, and he was that powerful. Severus is another example. His mother was from a pureblood family, his father nothing but a pathetic muggle who didn't give a shit about him when he found out the truth about his wife. Then look at myself. Despite being from the purest ancestry imaginable, my mother wasn't even capable of the simplest spells. Yet here I stand being more powerful than anyone ever before. Imagine, this girl is very powerful herself already. Being a mudblood makes it even more special.
What if their child will be the greatest wizard or witch who ever existed, yet still so kind and loyal, just like all little Gryffindors, that they will protect Delphini with everything they've got? This child could become ours and our daughter's protector and supporter. But don't let them know. I want them both to stay scared, I might try to harm the girl or their child."

The witch couldn't hide the mad grin, and he soon joined her.