The Dark Lord's Daughter- Book One (A Harry Potter Fan Fic)

Chapter Sixteen: Complications

As the weeks melted into months, Leah's stomach grew bigger. Soon enough, Malfoy Manor became empty as Amber and Draco headed back to Hogwarts for their sixth year and Daphne went back to Durmstrang for her final year. The only people left in that manor were the Death Eaters that constantly paraded in an out.

Barty insisted that Leah keep out of sight. He did not want to do anything that would risk her health or their baby's, and that included keeping Leah from shouting at everyone, which was all too common as she got further in her pregnancy.

Leah longed to go out and do something. She hated being cooped up in the house, even if it was for her health. She longed to be part of her father's plans, which included the death of Albus Dumbledore. She knew that if she asked her father, he would gladly send her out on a mission. What was it to him if she lost her child because she overexcited herself, even if it was his grandchild? But she knew Barty and her mother would have none of it. So Leah was stuck roaming the empty halls of her childhood home.

Barty stayed with her when he could, but Voldemort had him doing twice the missions, probably having him pick up Leah's slack. She missed him like crazy. The baby she was carrying was restless whenever he was gone, which made Leah uncomfortable.

One day in April, when Leah had barely two months left of her pregnancy, she was standing in the dinning hall, alone. The house elf had just laid her dinner on the table, roasted chicken and mashed potatoes with a small glass of red wine. Leah sighed and sat herself down, feeling a little lonely in the big and empty hall.

Since it was now impossible for her to do anything physical, her father made use of her by having her do he paperwork. Leah found it to extremely dull, but she knew better than to speak out. Settling herself down for her lonely dinner, she pulled a stack of parchment towards her.

She was halfway through her dinner when her stomach lurched. Her baby didn't seem to like certain foods. She pushed her plate away, suddenly feeling disgusted by the food and took a sip of her wine when the door to the hall opened up.

"My apologies, Miss Riddle." The rasping voice of Greyback reached her ears and she repressed a shudder. "I am looking for the Dark Lord."

"He is away," she relied, taking another sip of he wine. The liquid stained her lips red.

"There is a man here to see him." She heard the danger in his voice. Whoever this man was, Greyback didn't seem to like him.

"The Dark Lord's daughter is a good substitute," said a snide voice from behind him that Leah didn't recognize.

"Send him in then," she commanded, standing up.

Greyback stepped to the side and let the man pass him. He was tall and wearing long grey robes that had seen better days. He stepped into the light and Leah saw his pointed face and grey eyes. His black hair fell in graceful waves to his shoulders. Leah's heart clenched. He looked painfully like Damian, only older. But Leah let no emotions show on her face, only disdain.

"Go," she ordered Greyback, who bowed and left. "What is it you want?" she asked the man.

"I have business with the Dark Lord." Leah caught a flash of golden teeth in his mouth. "You are his daughter, yes?"

The man had begun to walk around the room. Leah's eyes followed him, making sure her back was never to him. She gripped her wand tightly. "Yes."

Each step brought the man closer to her until he was standing right in front of her. With reflexes born if her Quidditch training, she grabbed his left arm and jerked it up. She heard his hiss as her nails dug into his skin, but she didn't care. She ripped back his sleeve to reveal his Dark Mark. She took her other hand and brought her finger across the tattoo. It smeared and her finger came away black.

"What do you want?" she snapped and forced him away from her. She drew her wand but the man was quicker.

Leah's wand flew out of her hand and the man grinned. "Retribution," her said.

And suddenly Leah felt pain as she had never felt before. Her whole body seemed to be on fire as the man hit her with the Cruciatus Curse. Leah's body contorted before she fell to the ground, writhing in agony. She opened her mouth and let out a earsplitting scream. Suddenly the pain ended and Leah was panting in the ground. Her stomach churned.

"That was just a taster," the man hissed.

"Who are you?" she screamed at him, refusing to let tears fall from her eyes.

"I am Douglas Rosier! You murdered my brother and my father and I will have my revenge!" He raised his wand and Leah was hit with the spell again.

Leah tried to do something, anything to make the pain end, but she was without her wand. The longer the spell went on, the more her baby turned in her stomach.

Just when she though she would surely die, the doors of the hall burst open. Leah's vision was blurry but she saw a flash of green light and Douglas Rosier dropped to the ground. Voldemort's fury was terrible to behold as he strode into the room.

"Leah!" Barty's voice sounded like it was coming to her through a tunnel. Though Rosier's spell had ended, Leah was still in terrible pain. She felt as if her baby was trying to crawl it's way out of her stomach. Leah tried to speak to Barty, but all that came out of her mouth was another scream.

"She needs to be taken to St. Mungo's," Leah heard Daniel's voice say. A resounding crack echoed through the room as she felt one of her ribs break.

"Leah," Barty shook her shoulder, "Leah stay with me. It will be alright, I promise."

Leah had never heard Barty sound so desperate before. She tried to reassure him, but she could only moan as pain racked her body again. She felt herself rise from the ground.

"No," Voldemort's sharp voice filled the air. "Barty stays here."

"No!" Barty yelled. "I go with Leah."

Leah heard the smack of flesh on flesh as Bella smacked him. "You fool!" she shrieked. "You are still wanted by the Ministry! You can't just stroll into St. Mungo's!"

The sound of their arguing faded as Leah was taken from the room, but not before Leah heard Barty shout, "Leah, I love you!"

"Easy Leah," came Daniel's voice as he carried her outside. Pain overcame her again as she felt Daniel turn on the spot. She must have passed out for a brief time because she did not remember the trip to the hospital.

"I need a healer!" Daniel shouted.

A haze of voices bombarded Leah's dull senses as the healers asked Daniel all sorts of questions. He made sure her Dark Mark was covered before snapping, "She is my daughter's best friend who just suffered from the Cruciatus Curse late in her pregnancy. I don't need questions, I need someone to help her!"

Leah was taken from the arms of Daniel and strapped to a bed, where she continued to thrash around in pain. A sharp pain spiked in her arm as a nurse gave her a shot. The lights seemed to dim and her pain ebbed away. Leah closed her eyes and knew no more.