voidangela
❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓
𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔,
𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. ❞
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
it was december 30th, 1979, when the black-lestrange couple received unexpected news: bellatrix was pregnant.
in their own way, of course - they had truly loved each other, but they had never spoken about children. and, within the silence of their home, that news ended up cracking something between them.
rodolphus lestrange was more frightened than he ever wanted to admit. he had been raised to become the perfect death eater.
loyalty, pure blood, war: that had always been the only path meant for him. but deep down, in a part of himself he never showed anyone, there was still something human left.
and that part of him, for a moment, truly wished to see that child be born.
bellatrix, instead, already belonged to something else.
contrary to what people said, she had married for real love. but bellatrix black was not made to be a mother. she was made for war, for dark magic, for her dark lord. motherhood could not belong to her. and it never would.
she tried to get rid of the child.
bur the tiny embryo refused to disappear.
inexplicably, it remained there. stubborn. alive.
and the pregnancy was carried to term anyway.
but that choice would mark the child's destiny forever.