Born Into Darkness

The Birth

Thunder struck over Riddle Manor. Deatheaters flew in from every corner as their master sat in his meeting chamber alone. The cries of Bellatrix's labor rang throughout the large estate as each dark servant gossiped about the different outcomes they may occur. Would she have a boy or girl? Would the master take to the child? Who would raise the child? No one expected the dark lord could love a child. He loved nothing, but power. Then again, their master appeared to be quite taken to Bellatrix over the previous months. 

She always held a special place in their master's 'heart'. Many believed it was because they were sleeping together, which was true in the beginning. But as Bella's relationship with the Dark Lord continued, so did Voldemort's growing affection for her. He never allowed anyone to defile her 'good' name. Nor did he allow anyone to harm her, without paying for it with their lives. To act against his beloved, was to act against the Dark Lord himself.

When Bella acted out she was punished by Voldemort's Crucio, but always forgiven right after. Unlike others, who lost their lives for simple violations such as speaking without asking permission. Now that Bellatrix was no longer married, the Dark Lord planned to make her his Queen. After she gave birth to heir, of course, but his Queen nonetheless. Bella's future was looking bright. 

One last scream came from the her mouth as she pushed a final time. The baby's cries pierced the end of the room, echoing out into the ballroom, where everyone waited to see their future lord. "Well tell me women...what is it?" Bellatrix huffed. "You have given birth to a baby girl," Narcissa cheered. Bella's eyes widened in shock. Was a girl the heir he needed? Would she suffice? 

He-Who-Must-Not-be-named would be the judge of that as he apparated into the birthing chambers. "My lord, your heir. She is a beauty, is she not?" Bellatrix questioned hoping to coax any anger he might feel. His eyebrow raised in confusion. He had a daughter? The bundle was passed to him to be examined. 

As the small child was placed into his arms he felt a shock wave pass through him. Her eyes were the same as her mother's. Her head was covered in black burls, miniature of Bella's. Her flawless, pale skin also like her mother. She was a splitting image of Bellatrix, without a single trace of Voldemort. That was until he saw it.

The flash of red, boarding her the brown coloring of her pupils. It was like a small ring of fire that matched his own. And that was all he needed in order to know this baby girl, his daughter, was his awaited heir. His head lifted to face Bellatrix, with tears in his eyes he states for the first time in years, "Thank you".