The Black Rose

Chapter Twenty-seven- Cellie's tears

It had been a few weeks since Cellie had been born and in those few weeks Cellie had grown so much. She was now talking, but was only using small broken sentences. It frustrated Cellie. She was so smart but she was held back by the fact that she was physically just a toddler. 

Cellie spent every moment of her time with her parents. When she wasn't with Jabe, she was with Voldemort. Voldemort had been having bouts of sickness in his host body. Narcissa said this was the host body starting to die.

Voldemorts rudimentary body was alomsot healed but it wasn't strong enough for Voldemort to go back yet. So until that time Jabe and her sisters did everything they could to help Voldemort. But the longer Voldemort stayed in the snake body, the weaker he would get. Right now Voldemort was resting underneath a heating lamp. 

Since Voldemort was sick he needed to stay warm even more. And a heating lamp was one of the best ways to keep warm. Cellie was by her fathers side as he rested. Voldemort had fallen into a light sleep and was comfortably resting in a nest of blankets and his head resting on his pillow courtesy of Cellie. Seeing the tears slip down her daughters face Jabe quietly pulls Cellie into her arms. "Daddy sick..." Cellie whispers into jabes shoulder. 

Jabe gently shushes her and presses a kiss to her head. "Daddy's going to be ok princess. I promise. It might be a while but eventually daddy is going to be just fine." Jabe whispers and though this brought comfort to Cellie, she couldn't keep the tears from leaving her eyes. "When?" Cellie whispers. Jabe sighs. 

She knew this was a difficult question to answer. Even though Voldemort had set his plans in motion for the end of the upcoming school year, Jabe knew to Cellie that would feel like an eternity. "Daddy had put his plans into action baby. It won't be long." Cellie only whimpers softly. But Cellie knew she had to be strong for her parents. Even though she could feel her power growing everyday Cellie had no idea what she could do with it. But deep inside Cellie hoped that she could help her father. Heal him. Make him stronger. Make him proud. 

"Will daddy get revenge?" Cellie asks. Jabe smiles and nods. "Of course. He will make everyone who has wronged him pay." This makes Cellie smile. " Good. Daddy strong. Even though he sick right now, Daddy always strong." Voldemort smiles hearing this and slowly opens his eyes. He had woken and listened to his daughter conversation with his queen for a while back. It pained Voldemort that his daughter was so worried about him. 

Voldemort wanted Cellie to be happy. And knowing she's was in tears because of his made his heart hurt. When he hears Cellie say how he was always strong Voldemort smiled. It made him proud to know that Cellie thought he was always strong. "Thank you my princess." Voldemort finally says. Cellie jumps and looks down at her father, her eyes filling with tears. Cellie hugs Voldemort tightly and kisses his cheek. "Not supposed be awake daddy. Need rest." Voldemort chuckles and shakes his head. 

"Daddy is alright princess." He whispers. While it was true Voldemort should be resting, he couldn't care less. He could rest later. While he was with his family Voldemort felt like he had more strength then he had in thirteen years. Or course this wasn't true. With every passing moment Voldemort spent inhabiting this body, he grew weaker. But Cellie made him feel stronger. Her and Jabe. Cellie shakes her head. 

"No! Daddy stub- Stubb-o..." Jabe chuckles seeing Cellie fail at the word. But she knew what was trying to be said. "Yes baby. Your father is stubborn." Voldemort rolls his eyes and curls closer to Cellie who was still hugging him. 

"I am alright my love. You know that." Jabe sighs and leans over pressing a kiss to Voldemorts head. "I know that I worry about you tom. We both do." Voldemort sighs and nods. "I know." Voldemort reluctantly admits.

"Go sleep daddy. Need rest!" Cellie demands pulling away. Voldemort and Jabe both chuckle. "Baby daddy's ok. Right now I think he just wants to spend time with you." Cellie smiles and nods. Even though she was worried about her father. She wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. "Your mother is right princess." Voldemort smiles nuzzling Cellie making her squeal. 

Just hearing his daughters happy laughter warmed Voldemorts heart. It made him smile. Because if Cellie was happy then Voldemorts health didn't matter. "Daddy promise rest later?" Cellie asks raising an eyebrow. 

Jabe laughs. Cellie looked so much like her father in that moment. Voldemort chuckles. "I promise princess." Cellie gives a nod, satisfied. "How daddy feel?" Cellie asks. "I'm am alright my princess. Please do not worry about me." Cellie sighs and hugs her father tightly once more. "Always worry." She whispers. Jabe sighs. 

Like mother, like daughter. Voldemort sighs softly. "I know princess." He whispers sadly. "Not daddy's fault. None of it." Voldemort meets his daughters eyes. "Mummy said. Not daddy's fault. She right. None is daddy's fault." Jabe smiles and gently runs her hand down Voldemorts back. "See tom. She's right. None of this is your fault. 

We both know who is really to blame. And believe me. He will pay." Cellie Agreed with her mother. She was going to make sure all who had hurt her father were going to pay. She would make them all suffer like her father had. She would make them pay. Nothing was ever going to hurt her father while Cellie was alive. 

Not Wormtail, Who Cellie had learned of through jabes memories. Not Dumbledore. Not even Potter. Who Cellie had the most hate for. He was the reason her father was in pain. He had caused all of this. Cellie hated potter. And she wanted him dead. "Indeed they will my love." Voldemort whispers before turning his gaze away.