The Littlest Wizard

chatper 5

Bellatrix POV

The days at Malfoy Manor continued to blend together in a mix of warmth and healing. We had become a family, bound not by blood, but by the shared commitment to protect and nurture her.

One afternoon, as I was reading to Rosalina in the library, she snuggled close to me, her little fingers tracing the lines of the book. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow around us. Narcissa was knitting in a nearby armchair, the rhythmic click of her needles adding to the soothing ambiance.

Rosalina looked up at me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Mommy," she said softly, her voice filled with the innocent wonder of a child. The word slipped out before she could catch herself, and she immediately looked down, embarrassed.

I felt my heart swell with a mix of emotions—joy, love, and a deep sense of responsibility. I cupped her chin gently, lifting her gaze to meet mine. "It's alright, little one," I said softly. "You can call me that if it makes you feel safe."

Her face lit up with a smile, and she hugged me tightly. "I love you, Mommy," she whispered, the words filling me with a profound sense of purpose.

Narcissa glanced up from her knitting, her eyes twinkling with approval. "She's right, you know," she said, her voice filled with affection. "You've been more of a mother to her than anyone else could ever be."

I smiled, my heart warmed by her words. "Thank you, Cissy," I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

Rosalina nestled closer to me, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine. As I continued reading, she began to drift off to sleep, her breathing soft and even.

Just then, the door to the library creaked open, and Lucius Malfoy stepped in. His presence was imposing, but there was a surprising calmness in his demeanor. He paused, taking in the scene before him—the three of us enveloped in a cocoon of love and tranquility.

"Lucius," Narcissa said softly, setting her knitting aside. "We didn't expect you so soon."

Lucius approached us, his gaze shifting from Narcissa to Rosalina, and finally to me. "I wanted to see how things were," he said quietly. "And it appears I have walked into a moment of peace."

I held my breath, unsure of how he would react to the dynamics that had formed. But to my surprise, his expression softened.

"Rosalina," he said gently, kneeling down to her level. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," she said timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucius smiled, a rare sight that softened his usually stern features. "You can call me Uncle Lucius," he said warmly. "You are safe here, little one."

She nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and trust. Lucius stood up, his gaze meeting mine. "It seems you have found a new purpose, Bellatrix," he said, his voice filled with a quiet respect. "And for that, I am grateful."

As he turned to leave, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Lucius's acceptance meant that our little family could continue to grow and thrive within the safety of Malfoy Manor.

That evening, as we sat together by the fire, I held Rosalina close, her small hand clutching mine. Narcissa sat beside us, her presence a comforting anchor in the ever-changing tides of our lives.

"Mommy," Rosalina said softly, her voice filled with the innocent trust of a child. "Can we always stay together?"

I kissed her forehead, my heart overflowing with love. "Yes, little one," I replied. "We will always be together. You are safe, and we will protect you, no matter what."