The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 19

"Say that again, I dare you," Harry's nostrils were flared and his wand was pointing at no one other than Bellatrix LeStrange.

When he was younger and not married to Tom he never would have dared to do this, but now he was drunk off of the power that came with being the Dark Lord's escort. He knew he was untouchable, Tom's rage if anyone was to hurt him would make death seem like mercy. Though Harry didn't need anyone to protect him, the maternal instincts in Harry making him a force to be reckoned with, the magic within him stayed crackling dangerously under his skin, especially when he was talking to bigots like Lestrange about the future of his child.

"Mud bloods and Half-Bloods don't deserve special treatment, pure bloods don't get anything special for being pure bloods," the woman said her voice raised a bit too much for everyone in the room's liking.

"You fucking id-" his wand stayed raised, the tip of his wand pressed underneath Bellatrix's chin, the room was filled with cracks of blue, many death eaters scooting lower into their seat.

"Being raised from birth in a magical world is a luxury that not many of us get, as you know I was raised in an orphanage and Harry was raised in a cupboard and half starved to death by muggles. I came home from the safety of Hogwarts in the midst of World War 2. A wizarding orphanage, wizarding elementary school, and a place for older ones to stay during the Summer would benefit every type of wizards from all ages," Tom told her each word sharp and filled with warning.

He then stood up, whispering something in Harry's ear, before the boy lowered his wand and placed it in his pocket and then left the room, small sparks of blue still flickering around his exposed skin. "I do believe that concludes this session, you all are free to go," Tom said calmly with his fingers pressed to his temple.

"I don't even know who you are anymore," Bella spits at him when everyone else leaves. "I was supposed to carry your child, not that brat. All those years I warmed your bed, I stood by your side, and he tried to kill you. He doesn't love you like I do Tom, he has made you grow soft," her voice dropped into a seductive growl as she went to caress the Dark Lord's face.

Suddenly long white fingers grabbed her hand, crushing them while she whimpered pathetically," Talk to me about my husband like that again and I won't stop him next time he goes to kill you, do you understand me."

"Eat shit!" she bellowed at him, yanking her arm away.

Tom sighed, before flicking his wand and causing her to be restrained," Really Bellatrix jealously has never suited you well, maybe a few months in Azkaban will do you some good, maybe this will teach you to be grateful that I have grown softer around the edges. I value lives just a little bit more now. You have proved faithful before hopefully you can prove yourself once again," he then turned away as she was whisked away by some lower level death eaters to her fate.

He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back before heading to deal with his love. Since Harry had turned 30 weeks pregnant he could not get enough of Tom, the 19 year old's libido never ending. When Harry pulled his wand on Bellatrix, one of the forbidden curses he had never dared to use sitting on the tip of his tongue, Tom did the only thing he could thing of and went into dom mode. That magic was energy consuming and the boy needed all the strength he could get, also finding another death eater as loyal as Bella would be tedious and he would rather put his energy into other things. He commanded Harry to go to their room, neatly fold up his clothes, and be in the position that they had been practicing. Surprisingly that had pulled the boy out of his fit of rage and he left without adding anything else to the situation.