The Black Rose

Chapter Twenty-four- It's time!

Found these online. Credit goes to the original artists. This is what's on Cellie's bedroom walls along with the picture up top being what her room looks like. 

It had felt like a few short months since Jabe had gotten pregnant and for Jabe and Voldemort they had been some of the best times of their lives. 

Bellatrix had taken it upon herself to decorate Cellie's room at Malfoy Manor. She had also gone to seee her father once or twice and failed to convince their father to come back with her. Bellatrix was heartbroken at how their father was in his late age. And she hoped that cellies birth would help change his mind. 

She hoped that Cellie would save his life. But back at the manor things were busy. Cellies room being prepared and narcissa trying to prepare for cellies birth. Jabe would eventually make a room for Cellie back at their house but since Voldemort spent most of his time at Malfoy Manor everyone agreed it was better for her to have a room there. Cellie's room was something strait out of slytherin. 

The room was green and silver decorated with snakes and the dark mark on the wall. When Jabe had seen the room she felt the happiness and joy that Cellie had felt. She loved the room. Both Jabe and Cellie. Voldemort had loved the room as well. Jabe had also added her own touch. A picture of her and Voldemort next to Cellie's bed. 

So she would always know that her parents loved her. Narcissa had taken to spoiling Cellie. Even if she hadn't been born yet narcissa was playing the role of the spoling aunt. Buying Cellie all kinds of clothes and toys. When Draco had found out that the dark lord was staying in Malfoy Manor he was ecstatic. 

Draco had always seen Voldemort as his uncle. And secretly Voldemort was fond of Draco. When Draco had found out that he was going to have a cousin who he could teach all of what he knew to, he nearly fainted. The whole scene had been quite funny. Jabe was mere days away from giving birth, according to narcissa. 

And even though the birth would be risky Jabe wasn't scared. There was always risk involved when it came to birthing soul children. Because of how powerful a soul child could be, there was always a risk towards the mother. 

But again, Jabe wasn't worried. What she was worried about was the fact that Cellie had gone silent. Jabe still felt emotions from her, but as far as communication, Cellie hadn't said anything in days. This scared her parents. Voldemort was constantly talking to Cellie. As was Jabe. But as much as they tried Cellie was silent. Narcissa had no explanation for this and this scared Jabe even more. This was no reasonable explanation for why Cellie had stopped talking. And that was scary. So until Cellie was born. 

There was no way of knowing why she had stopped talking. Narcissa had put Jabe on bed rest until it was time. With as far along as Jabe was it was just to risky for her to be up and about. Of course this made Jabe cranky. She hated not being able to move about as she pleased. But Voldemorts company helped greatly. Being bed ridden allowed Jabe to snuggle with her bonded all day. Of course she could do this before but now, it was just better. And Voldemort had no complaints. 

Anytime he spent with Jabe was time he tresured. Right now Jabe was curled up beside Voldemort. The pair had been like this for hours. Since Jabe had woken up and attempted to eat breakfast. The key word there being 'Attempted'. Jabes stomach was angry at her. She wasn't able to eat any food so she had stuck to her potions diet. Jabe was half asleep right now with her cheek resting comfortably on Voldemorts warm side. Voldemort was talking quietly, soothing Jabe into an even further sleep. 

"Tom...." Jabe whispers. Voldemort hisses softly. "When this is all over. And you're strong again. We need to take Cellie to our lake. She should see it. She would like that." Jabe whispers making Voldemort smile. 

The lake was a spot very special to the bonded pair. It held great meaning to Voldemort and Jabe, for it had been the place where the pair had first confessed their love for each other. It was a place that Jabe had often gone back to after she had lost Voldemort. "I believe you are right my queen. She would like that." Voldemort whispers softly. "Tom?" Jabe asks once more. "Yes Jabe?" "After you were killed.... where did you go?" Voldemort sighs deeply. 

"That is not an easy answer my queen. After I was killed, I came back to our house. I stayed with you for as long as I could that night. Until my strength was gone." Jabes eyes fill with tears. "Oh tom i didn't know." Voldemort shushes Jabe gently and curls closer to her. "It's alright my queen. The morning after I fled to Albania. I knew Dumbledore would be looking for my spirit and it wasn't safe for me to stay close to you anymore." 

Jabe lets a few tears slip as she realizes this. Even though Dumbledore didn't know about the soul bond, there was a very good chance that he knew about Voldemorts horcruxes. And if Dumbledore had seen Voldemort near Jabe. The results wouldn't have been good. "Tom." Jabe whispers gripping Voldemort tighter. 

"That's where's you stayed. Until Quirrell found you." Jabe whispers. Voldemort sighs and nods. "Yes. Those years without you were torture. It is not something I ever wish to experience again." Jabe whimpers softly and shakes her head. 

"If I had known tom. I would of-" "There was no way you could have known jabe. It was my own fault." Voldemort sighs. "No tom. I will tell you this until the end of time if I have to. It wasn't your fault. It was never your fault." Voldemort gives a small smile and Jabe gently presses a kiss to his head. "That night. I think I knew. 

That you were there with me. Now that I think about it." Jabe whispers closing her eyes. Voldemort could see how tired Jabe was. She could barely keep her eyes open. "I know Jabe. Get some rest. Your exhausted." Jabe sighs and nods and slowly slides her eyes shut. It wasn't even a few minuets before jabes eyes shoot open and a wetness fills the bed. Voldemorts eyes widen. "Tom... it's time!"