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For generations, the daughters of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black carried a quiet curse: dwindling fertility. Narcissa Malfoy managed only one child. Bellatrix Lestrange, it was whispered, would never bear any at all.
But everything changed the night a prophecy surfaced-two children, either of whom could bring about the downfall of the Dark Lord. Everyone knew what Voldemort would do. Two infants stood in his way; two infants would die.
Unless someone offered him a better path.
Desperate for the one thing she had been denied-motherhood-Bellatrix proposed an audacious plan. Instead of killing the prophesied boys, she would take them. Hide them. Blood‑adopt them. Present them to the world as her own miracle twins, born after years of whispered pity and scorn.
But fate intervened. Before she could reveal her "sons," Bellatrix discovered a third child-abandoned, magical, and alone. She refused to leave the baby behind. If she was to rewrite destiny, she would do it completely. Three children. Three lives saved. Three heirs claimed.
When Bellatrix finally returned from her mysterious absence, the wizarding world reeled. Rodolphus Lestrange stood beside her, cradling three newborns-triplets, she said. A miracle, they whispered. Proof that even the most cursed womb could defy expectation.
No one questioned it. No one dared.
And beneath the celebration, the truth slept quietly in three cribs-three children stolen from prophecy, raised in darkness, destined to reshape the war in ways no one could foresee.