Prologue
"Yes, my Lord. The Longbottoms… they've come around." Bella grinned.
"Very good. Where is Rudolphus?"
"He was unable to accompany me. He is leaving a false trail for the Aurors."
"Stand." The Dark Lord commanded. Bella rose from her kneeling position.
"Something is different about you. You've gained weight?" He asked after looking her over.
"My Lord…I… I'm expecting." She said quietly. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really? Did you plan on telling me this?" He asked sharply.
"As soon as I had delivered the news, my Lord. I swear I planned on telling you!" Bella said pleadingly. He nodded, believing her.
"Go now. I have somebody in the Ministry keeping the Aurors busy. Tell Rudolphus he needn't take liberty of that duty."
"Thank you, my Lord." Bell turned on her heels and walked a bit further down the dark wooded path and apparated when she was out of his sight.
Bella threw the front door open and stormed in.
"He knows! I had to tell him!" She ranted to her husband.
"What does he know?" Rudolphus asked quickly, walking over to her.
"He knows I'm pregnant! We can't keep it; we don't even want a child!" She rambled.
"What do you expect to do, than?" Rudolphus asked.
"Give it to Narcissa!" The first solution that came to mind was her sister.
"Nonsense! They have Draco! They won't take another one, even if she is your sister." Rudolphus decided for the both of them.
"I'll think of something. I have another two weeks. I'll get an idea in the meantime…" She said, as if she were positive.
4 Weeks Later…
Bella walked quickly down the busy street, her head down and her face covered by the hood of her dark green cloak. She couldn't risk being seen. She had chosen a bad time to come, some parents were still doing last minute shopping for their children. It was crowded in Diagon Alley.
She ducked into Madame Malkin's and headed to the very back, where a table stood in the corner with a display of decorative wizard hats. Bella set the sleeping bundle behind the table and dropped the loose piece of paper on top. Making sure her hood was pulled low around her face, she nearly ran out of the store.
When she ran past Madame Malkin noticed she no longer carried the cloth. What was that noise? The woman walked to the back of her shop, searching for the source of the noise. Behind the display of the silk hats, was a crying baby. She picked up the letter and read it through twice, than picked up the baby.
Take her. She's yours to have. As of today, Jordan Lexi Lestrange is exactly three weeks old. Don't come looking for me, I'll be long gone.
"Dear lord…poor child. The Lestrange's daughter…" She went to her counter and quickly scribbled a letter to Albus, than closed her shop.
She walked to the Post Office and sent her letter with the fastest owl she could pay for. As she walked back to her store, wondering what to do with the crying girl in her arms she realized,
"Bellatrix Lestrange just ran through my store…"
Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy sat in their dining room while the nurse put their two children to sleep. They had a son Draco and a daughter Liliane. Liliane and her mother had JUST gotten back from the hospital yesterday and Lucius and Narcissa were now having what must count as the longest and most serious conversation they had since their marriage. Narcissa had always wanted a girl to raise for her own, but Lucius didn't.
He wanted a son, and only a son. He has gone on a mission for his Lord just after Narcissa found out that she was pregnant. He left no forward address so even if she had wanted to tell him, she couldn't, but she didn't. So she went to the only remaining family member that she talked to, her sister, Bellatrix. As it turns out her sister was pregnant too. They were both in the same boat. They were pregnant and couldn't be.
"Narcissa, you must rid of it, we can't have another child, and we agreed that Draco would be our only…"
"This isn't your decision, if I'm correct I am the one who is birthed the child." As soon as she said those words she knew she was in for it. She had forgotten who she was talking to, this wasn't her husband she was talking to, this was her master.
As Lucius stood up and walked towards she shrank back in fear. "What did you say to me?"
When she didn't answer he turned and went back to his chair across the room. He sat down and picked up his drink that Narcissa was sure she would regret giving him later. When he turned to look at her again he had a mad glint in his eyes. "You know dear, you're right, we should have this baby, and it will be good for us."
He picked up his drink left the room. Narcissa began to worry what brought on this sudden change of mood, though she wasn't complaining. But she was still worried.
Five months later Narcissa lay on her bad crying silently wishing to hold her little girl. She had given in to Lucius; he had pestered her for months telling her that they didn't need "that thing" and that it would only bring the family down.
So finally a week ago she had given up and took 'Lily', as she called her for the short time she had her, to the muggle part of London and left her there in the train, with a blanket and a bottle. She expected she would be taken into an adoption agency and she would never hear of the girl again. Or that's what she told her husband, she kept her true feelings to herself, as she'd taught herself over the years. So she forgot that she had ever had a child named Lily, she spent her life dedicated to her son, Draco.