The room was dark, filled with the light that shone from the moon outside the window. One single beam of this blueish light fell on the back of a large arm chair that was tattered and old, the stuffing falling out of the back.

There was a women dressed in leather in the doorway, watching the chair with wonder, respect and infatuation. Her leather dress was a deep black, matching her wild, unruly hair. Her eyes were such a deep, dark brown that they were almost black; this was where you could see her emotions.

"My Lord," She began in a wavering voice. She ducked her head for a second then looked up, taking a deep breath and continuing, "You called me, my Lord."

The chair did not move, but a high, cold voice answered her.

"Indeed I did, dear Bellatrix. I have an important matter, and have deemed you worthy to follow it through."

This astounded the young Death Eater, and she took a tentative step forwards. As soon as her foot was set firmly on the floor, the voice continued.

"I am well on my way to taking control of both the Ministry and Hogwarts school. However, I fear that something... Grave will happen. Which is the precise reason I need you, Bellatrix. I need an heir."

The breath caught in her throat, and she took another deep breath, closing her heavily lidded eyes. The Dark Lord wanted an heir, from her. It didn't matter that she was married. She would see this through, for him.

"T-thank you, my Lord. I am willing."

A ghostly, long fingered hand appeared from the side of the arm chair, ordering her silently to come over. She did as told, walking over with her head low, an unusual view of the pure-blood women who normally looked so comanding. She stopped and looked at her Lord, tall as he was, even though he was seated.

He too was dressed in black, but it was a single garment, a long cloak that continued all the way down to his feet. The sleeves too were long, reaching his wrists. His skin was deathly pale, and he had no hair. His face was strange, never seen before among men; a mouth with no visable lips, a flat nose with slits for nostrils, and blood red eyes with snake-like pupils.

He swept the part of his cloak over his lap aside and, using his wand, banished all of Bellatrix's clothes. She stood their, feeling vunerable, until he waved his fingers once more. She moved to the front of him and paused, watching him carefully for permission. He gave her a slight, barely noticable nod, and she placed her legs on either side of his own, lowering herself down.

The Dark Lord would never know his heir until she was fifthteen years of age, brought up by muggles once her mother was arrested and taken to the Wizarding prison, Azkaban.

This heir was Hermione Jean Granger, formerly named Callisto Io Riddle.

I know, I know, I haven't updated An Icy Darkness yet, but I was roleplaying on CS when this idea came to mind. I couldn't possibly let it go, as I'd forget it, so I quickly typed this up.

Callisto is actually the second largest satillite of Jupiter, but I thought that Voldemort would have no interest in naming his heir, which leaves Bellatrix to choose. Her whole family has celestial names, so I thought it fit. And it's a beautiful name too.

Io (pronounced I-oh) is one of Jupiter's moons too.