Bellatrix Lestrange was enchanted by the power the Dark Lord possessed. She adored him, much more than her husband. Lord Voldemort was aware of Bellatrix’s feelings for him. Even though Voldemort could not feel love he did feel a certain attraction to the death eater. Bellatrix had a soul as black as his own. She was cunning and manipulative; she had all of the traits he admired in a person.
They were sitting alone in Malfoy manor one night when Bellatrix said something that got him thinking.
“My Lord, if for some reason you died, would that be the end of Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline?” She asked nervously.
“Do you not believe I can kill the Potter boy Bella?” He hissed at her threateningly.
“Of course not my Lord, I was just thinking aloud.” She said, cowering away from him.
“Yes, it would be the end of his bloodline.” He said. Bellatrix got up and left the room, returning moments later with a large bottle of firewhisky.
“How could I stop that from happening for sure?” He asked Bellatrix who was thoroughly shocked by being asked this.
“Well my Lord, there is always reproduction.” She said, she looked as though she had regretted making the suggestion as soon as the words had left her lips.
“You are right of course, but who could I reproduce with.” He asked thoughtfully.
“I would offer my services my Lord.” She said a little too enthusiastically.
Lord Voldemort looked at Bellatrix Lestrange. She was from a good family and she was not unattractive. Yes, Bellatrix was the obvious person to do this with.
“Yes Bella, you are the perfect candidate.” Lord Voldemort said. Without delay he got up and walked towards Bellatrix’s bedroom in Malfoy manor, Bellatrix followed close behind him.
Nine months later Bellatrix was withering in pain in her bed at Malfoy manor, her sister was standing by her side, holding her hand and healer Lord Voldemort had put under the imperius curse was trying to deliver her baby.
Bellatrix screamed as the baby was expelled from her body.
“Bella, it’s a girl!” Narcissa said, looking at her niece.
At that moment Lord Voldemort burst into the room.
“Where is my heir?” He asked. The healer showed him the wriggling baby girl in his arms.
“She looks satisfactory. Now clean her up and we can leave her at the orphanage.” He said.
“What? My Lord can’t she stay here?” Bellatrix asked longingly.
“Of course not, a child would be a hindrance, we can’t let it distract us.” He said and then he swept from the room.
Thick tears rolled down Bellatrix’s face as she looked at her baby daughter. She had spent nine months loving that little creature and now she may never see her again.
Bellatrix was allowed to spend a day with the baby who she had decided to name Adriana meaning ‘dark one’. That evening Lord Voldemort and Lucius brought the child to a muggle orphanage. Voldemort knew that the orphanage had played a huge part in him turning out the way he did, and he wanted his heir to be just like him.
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Dark One
FanfictionAdriana had a gift, she didn't know how or why but she was able to do things none of the other children could do. One day her whole life changed when a family member she didn't know existed came to visit her in the orphanage where she grew up. Could...
