Summary: Bellatrix's thoughts on her son that she never knew..
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Warnings: AU!
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Bellatrix P.O.V
I watched as my son, my darling Rigel dueling against the Dark Lord. He was supposed to be the perfect Lestrange heir, instead, here he is defying the Dark Lord.
I remembered the time when I first held Rigel in my arms, it was the happiest day in my life, until Dumbledore and his merry band of overgrown chickens raided Lestrange Manor. I thought I had lost him, that my beautiful baby was gone but he wasn't, Dumbledore that manipulating old coot had given my son to James Potter and his mudblood wife Lily.
And so, I desired revenged. Rodolphus and I hunted down the Longbottoms and demanded the name of Potter's secret keeper. They refused to give us the name and so, we tortured them, we tortured them until the aurors and Order members arrived and locked us up in Azkaban.
After about two weeks at Azkaban, I heard that Harry Potter had destroyed the Dark Lord. Harry Potter or Rigel Rodolpus Lestrange? Then, my dearest cousin, Sirius, that blood-traitor was thrown in to Azkaban with us. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he had been admitted here for betraying the Potters to the Dark Lord. Oh and without a trial too, if he had been loyal to we Blacks, Grandfather Pollux would have obviously demanded trial for him. Well, it was his loss.
Anyway, I told Sirius about Rigel and you should have seen his face, it was so pinched that he looked as if he had swallowed a lemon.
I pleaded with him to tell Rigel the truth if he ever escaped and he promised me to. After about 13 years, Sirius escaped Azkaban by his animagus form which was a grim. I honestly don't know why he didn't use it to escape earlier, he could have rescued Rigel from whichever light family that Rigel had been deposited to.
After about 2 years, the Dark Lord came for us. He broke us out of Azkaban. At the Department of Mysteries, I finally saw Rigel, after almost 16 years. He looked just like James Potter but with the mudblood's eyes, they must have casted a glamour on him, or he would obviously have the Black or Lestrange features. Even then, I longed to touch him, to hold him in my arms and most of all, to talk to him, to tell him the truth about his heritage.
I had expected Sirius to tell Rigel about his true heritage seeing as he promised me. But he didn't, he told Rigel nothing about me or his father, he just ignored it. And so, I killed him, and I was glad. But it only caused Rigel, my son, to loathe me.
After a year, my nephew Draco had managed to get us into Hogwarts. There, I accidentally casted the Cruciatus Curse on Rigel, I was aiming for the half-breed Hagrid but hit him instead. I watched as Rigel provoked for him, he takes after me at provoking Sevvy. I was this close to ripping Ickle Sevvy apart for daring to curse my son. Well, he should have ducked when Snape first threw a hex at him like I always do.
At Malfoy Manor, I saw the swollen face of my son, and I wished that I could heal him, take the pain away. But I could not, or they would find out that he was actually the supposed Harry Potter.
At the battle of Hogwarts, I felt my heart shatter when I saw the Dark Lord kill Rigel, especially when he proclaimed "Harry Potter is dead!" loudly. Suddenly, I saw my son twitch. That meant he was alive! How in Merlin's name did he managed to survive the killing curse, twice at that?!
When Molly Weasley nee Prewett flung the Killing Curse at me, I could have sworn I saw Rigel appear out of no where, and then I knew no more.