Love is weakness, but only if you let it be

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       When Bellatrix and the Dark Lord came back to the Malfoy manor, both subconsciously walked towards the room they knew their daughter was in. There was blood all the way up the stairs, leading into the room. When they reached the door, and Voldemort was about to open it, he heard Bellatrix sigh, with something he couldn't recognize in her voice. It might be sadness, fear or anxiety, but he couldn't sort it out. She leaned against the cold wall next to the door, and muttered something, including the words;
"I can't do this"
"You saw it yourself. She is immortal, there's nothing to be afraid of."
He hissed at her, just that the people inside of the room couldn't hear. She let out another sigh, before turning, as a sign to be ready to open the door.

     Victoria. Their little girl. Laying on the cold bed, looking like a shadow. Looking like she was dead. Her wrists were cut open, and the healers had somehow managed to stop the bleeding. Her collarbone was sticking out of her chest, which some of them were working on now. Her breathing was weak, and she looked inhumanly pale. One of the healers made a potion slide down her throat, but nothing happened. They watched the healer take a depp breath, trying to calm herself, before turning and walking in front of the Dark Lord. She bowed deeply and took another deep breath, and then spoke quickly;
"My Lord, there's internal bleeding, but it's too rough, we can't handle it on our own."
Voldemort studied the woman, and then Victoria, before answering in terrifying tone;
"You will handle it, or there will be consequences. Deathly consequences."

     Bellatrix was walking outside the room, not being able to calm down or stay still.
"How did this happen?"
Voldemort, who was leaning against the cold stonewall, answered to the woman;
"You know how this happened, Bella"
This didn't help her at all, she only grew more angry;
"How did I let this happen!"
She yelled, more to herself than to him.
"There was nothing you could've done and you know it, Bellatrix!"
She angrily turned to face him, but than her face was hit with realisation, and after that, an evil smirk spreaded across her lips.
"Oh, I will make those filthy muggles pay"
"No, Bella. We, will make the muggles pay."

    The healers had managed to control the internal bleeding, and Victoria had been stable for the rest of the day. No one in the house, excluding Bellatrix, Voldemort, Narcissa and Lucius, knew, what was happening and who was in the house. The teenagers had stayed in Draco's room for the rest of the day, too scared to come out and face Bellatrix. Currently, Bellatrix was sitting in a small kitchen table, lost in her thoughts. Only that it was over three in the morning, and the sun was slowly starting to rise. Bellatrix hadn't slept at all, her own nightmares were haunting her, once again.
"Take some Exaquition, Bella."
Bellatrix closed her eyes, hearing the chair, across the one she was sitting on, drag on the floor. Bellatrix easily recognized who it was. There was no doubt of that.
"It doesn't help."
"You know it does. You just don't want to take it."
Voldemort once again didn't speak coldly, just with a neutral tone. He knew her too well.
"It has annoying side effects."
"You most definetly are something else"
Bellatrix only sighed, a little amused, not bothering to look at him. Soon sadness and numbness took over her mind and expression again
"Severus told me she's talented."
The Dark Lord spoke again when Bellatrix didn't say a word. Bellatrix responded almost immediatly, her interest growing;
"He said same to me. Did he tell you what she can do?"
"Some of it. Did he tell anything to you?"
Bellatrix sooked her head, and finally lifted her gaze from the table to face him.
"He said she has done every spell she could inside of the Hogwarts barriers. She's intelligent, can speak parseltongue and she can fly without a broom. He said that she's a natural in occlumency and legillemency."
Bellatrix almost smiled, a proud feeling now taking over her.
"So she knows the Dark Arts?"
"A little. She never could've performed a killing curse under the fool Dumbledore's nose, but she knows the two other unforgivables. She'll be great when she's just taught."
And after a while, Voldemort had to carry the sleeping Bellatrix on to his bed.

The next chapter will probably be the last! I'm sorry about that, and sorry to everyone who's suggestions I didn't write! But, I'll make a new story (slightly following the canon about Delphi, but then not following the canon anymore in the later parts, since they'll win the war), so feel free to ask questions about the new story! I have one question for you too: Do you think Delphini was planned, or not? So basically, was she an accident, or was she planned as a heir to the Dark Lord? Thank you for reading, and if you comment, I'm very thankful!!

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