Love is weakness, but only if you let it be

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(A/N This isn't the last chapter, there will still be one more! What would you like to happen/get to know in the last chapter?)

      A week later, really early in the morning, at around six, Voldemort and Bellatrix were sitting on the chairs of the small kitchen table. Their daughter had been unconsious for the last week, and most of her injuries were still healing. No one else in the house appeared to be awake, at least not in the wing they were in. Soon, they heard someone rushing down the big and long stairs in the hallway, and both lifted their gaze and started listening. Next thing they heard, was Severus Snape almost shouting, his voice raising with every word, his tone full of anger and worry;
"Back to the bed, now!"
There was a pause, and the steps stopped. There was a lash in the air, a spell, and then they heard something, probably something made of glass, break.
"Do not curse me!"
That was Severus again. Bellatrix looked curious, and Voldemort was curious too, he was just good at hiding it. Millions of thoughts and suspections were running in their heads. Then there was an unfamiliar voice of a female, with power, exacting and commanding in it;
"Do not order me!"
This was when both, Voldemort's and Bellatrix's, thoughts were the same. This girl shouting at Severus Snape, one of the Dark Lord's best followers and duelists,  wasn't an idiotic schoolgirl. That was their daughter in the hallway. They looked at each other, with wide and expanded eyes. The steps, going down the stairs, continued and they heard Severus shout an unharming spell, to make her stay still, but it appeared to be wordlessly rejected, as the steps only continued.
"You're on my responsibility! I can not let you pass out in the hallway! You don't even know were they are!"
So, she was looking for Bellatrix and Voldemort, her parents. Snape was starting to sound desperate, homewer still angry. There were another steps, from someone else, in the bottom of the stairs, the same floor as they were. Their daughter's steps stopped again, and soon another man spoke.
"What is going on? And why are you on your feet?"
Lucius Malfoy. He spoke with a tone full of himself, like he was above the other two. There was a loud sigh and the girl, Victoria, spoke again, this time murderously, with a poisonous tone;
"If you're even half as bad as your son, Malfoy, I suggest not to start a fight with me."
She had clearly gotten her mother's attitude, and knew how to hit under someone's belt. Lucius couldn't stand someone making fun of him, especially his bad dueling skills.
"You have no right, this-"
"Oh, I have every right. Now, if you would let me go"
She was between two adult men, who could've stunned her in that place, but didn't show any signs of fear. There was another spell heard, and Snape yelling;
"You realise, that you've been unconcious for a week? You'll lose your consciousness sooner or later! Back to bed!"
Again, they heard a few spells, and this time a flash of light. Voldemort and Bellatrix, who were still listening in the kitchen looked at each other, as a sign that this was time to step in, so there wouldn't be a fight and both took a deep breath. Voldemort started making his way towards the door, Bellatrix closely following in his shadow.

     A spell, from Lucius's wand, flew very close to Bellatrix's head, when Voldemort and Ebllatrix appeared to the hallway. She easily vanished it, but no one seemed to notice the two people who came into the room. Instead, the shouting continued, and Lucius was having a hard time rejecting a teenage girl's, who already had multiple injuries, spells. He couldn't harm her, not that he even had a chance.
"What is this?"
Everyone froze and Victoria was the first to have courage to look at the source of the icily cold, terrifying voice. Victoria opened her mouth, realising who the man in front of her was, her father, but before she had time to speak, Severus and Lucius bowed and started pathetically mumbling;
-"I'm sorry, My Lord-"
"My deepest apologies, Master-"
"-I tried to tell her not to-"
"-She attacked me, I couldn't-"
Voldemort held up a hand to silence his Death Eaters, and just now, everything started to find their places in Victoria's head and her eyes widened. Voldemort moved his gaze to her, as she slowly stepped down the last two chairs. She didn't have shoes, but still, she was almost as tall as Lucius, who quickly got out her way. Her long, dark, wavy hair was freely hanging down to reach her waist. This was the first time for Voldemort to see her awake, to see her eyes, which were beautiful, ice blue. She had a hold of the staircase's railing with one of her skinny hands. She was only few feet away from her father, but then, her eyes went to the woman behind the Dark Lord. Bellatrix Black. Her mother. Snape and Lucius were curiously watching the situation, before Voldemort silently motioned them to go. No one said anything, because no one knew what to say. All of them were completely still, only thing that moved was their eyes. The two adults watched their gorgeous and most of all, powerful, daughter, and the girl stared back at both of her parents. If someone had seen this, it would've looked very weird, to see the world's most feared man and woman like this. They stayed silent for a minute, before, like Severus suspections, Victoria started reeling, or more specifically falling, for standing up too long with all her injuries. The Dark Lord made a chair fly in front of her from the kitchen, and she gratefully sat herself on it. Bellatrix barely breathed, when she started walking circles around the chair, examining her daughter like she was some mysterious creature. When Victoria got her conscussioness fully back, she raised an eyebrow for her mother. Then the older woman stopped, right in front of her. Suddenly they heard a door open and there was a small, scared voice;
"My Lord, I-"
Bellatrix's and Voldemort's curses hit Wormtail at the same time, and by the power of them, he crashed through two walls, until he was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey?"
Victoria spoke confidently, since she had decided that it was already time to talk with her parents. Bellatrix turned her head;
"How are you?"
It wasn't something she was waiting to be asked, she was talking to the most ruthless Death Eater! But then, Victoria remembered that this was her mother and according to her parents, she was just as evil, cruel and ruthless. But she loved it.
"Great."
It was sarcasm, and they all knew it. Then Voldemort spoke to his daughter for the first time, stepping a little closer to Bellatrix and Victoria:
"Daughter like a mother, I see."

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