a/n: Hey this is a new Idea I got while brainstorming for a few of my other stories. I know I have other fanfictions running but I promise one of them will be updated for every chapter of this story I put up. So enjoy this story and be sure to review when you read it. Tell me what you like and love; or if you completely hate it, tell me that to.

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Narcissa leaned against the frame of her sister's doorway, wincing slightly as her screaming sister nearly punched one of the healers in the nose. The poor witch reeled back as yet more assistants arrived to restrain the screaming woman. From behind all the commotion the head healer struggled to reach her patient, wrestling the seal off a potion as she went.

"Bella please," The blonde woman pleaded as another assistant was decked, this one a young wizard, "I know it hurts, but you need to let them help you."

"Curs," Her sister hissed as she writhed and thrashed, "Wretches! Scoundrels! Remove their filth from me sister! Don't let their putrid hands touch me!"

"They're not filth Bella," She insisted soothingly, moving over to pat her sister's hand in what she hoped was a reassuring manner, "Purebloods, Bella, all of them are. They're healers and they're here to help you."

The older woman calmed beneath her younger sister's hand; hoarse screeching turning into quiet gasps as Narcissa continued to murmur soothing things beneath her breath. In the wake of the storm that was Bellatrix Lestrange, the struggling healer finally managed to make her way to the bedside, wielding a now open potion like it was a battle-axe.

"Give it to her slowly," Narcissa warned, now stroking her sister's hair gently, "She gets a little edgy when she's in pain."

"Merlin's Beard I hadn't noticed!" The healer hissed sarcastically, pouring the swirling liquid into a wooden mug with a little too much force. "I would have stupefied her but. . ." There was a noticeable pause as the woman's eyes flicked to the vivid mark on Bella's arm, "it's not good for an expectant mother."

Narcissa sighed at the healer's lame excuse but let it slide as the witch gave her sister a particularly large dose of a Relaxant Draught; knowing simply that the healer was only being cautious. It was safest not to mention Him; just how it was also safe to not mention that He was the reason that both the husbands of her and her sister were not here to witness this.

"You don't have to hold her anymore," The healer told her as her and all of the assistants began to position a woman who had begun to giggle softly to herself, "She will be calm without your help now."

"I want to stay with her," The blond woman said stubbornly, still stroking the dark hair, "Potion or not, she's my sister and I want to be with her for this."

The healer shrugged and went back to her work passively, not really willing to argue with a woman who's sister wore the sign of the Dark Lord so openly.

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It was past midnight when a wailing mess of blood and afterbirth emerged with the wet sound of a bubble bursting; the new baby falling from between her mother's legs to where the healers had laid out a cloth for her.

"Well at least she's healthy," One of the healers let out as the screaming babe was whisked away to be cleaned. "Blimey though, she sure has one set of lungs on her! Kinda like her mother actually," He chuckled slightly as he moved over to assist in her first bath, rubbing a vivid bruise as he moved, commenting over his shoulder; "Hopefully she doesn't have her mum's arm as well."

Now it was Narcissa's turn to smile; this must be the one Bella had punched earlier on.

She let the smile remain for a brief moment as she watched the healers and the new life that they had helped come into this world. Eventually though she had to let her smile drop as she turned back to where her sister lay, as exhausted as any labouring woman would have been. Pity crept into her as she resumed the stroking of her sister's dark hair; memories of her own coming back to her and making her cringe. She loved her son dearly but knew that reliving his birth would be torture; it would be hell for any woman.

"Is it done?" The words were so quiet she almost missed them; Bella had to repeat them once more before she finally realized that it was her who had spoken.

"Yes, you've had your baby Bella." Narcissa said cautiously, not quite sure if this was the answer she had wanted, "It's a girl."

"No, not that," This time her words were louder, more angry, "My duty, is it done?"

"Duty?" Narcissa was confused, the only duties Bella cared about were those to Him, and having a baby didn't necessarily sound like something that the Dark Lord would care about.

"To my fool of a husband," She clarified, struggling to sit up though her sister tried to push her down, "To Rodolphus, I've produced him a pure blood heir, so my duty is done."

Narcissa gave her sister a strange look, "That is a duty we all have to for fill,' she said finally, still looking puzzled, "So in that aspect, yes you have done that duty."

"Good', Bella stated in a matter-of-fact tone, earning a yell from her sister as she shoved her aside to rise from the bed. "Now where is my wand? I need to attend to my Lord at once!"

"Y-your wand?" Narcissa stammered, aghast, "Bella! You just gave birth!"

"It doesn't matter," Her sister said in a very brusque manner, I was unable to come when he called so I will take whatever punishment he lays out for me." Bella had spotted where a healer had laid aside her wand and was now headed to it with a purpose.

The blond woman closed her eyes in exasperation, so that was why Bella had been so wild earlier. "You were giving birth!" She practically screeched, "You can't leave now! What about your daughter? She doesn't even have a name yet!"

"That can wait," Her sister told her as she picked up the wand and gave it a testing flick, "Rodolphus said he would handle those matters anyway." She smiled wearily at Narcissa, briefly showing just how exhausted she really was. "Watch over her until I return sister, I'll be back." There was a popping sound and she was gone.

Narcissa sighed and rubbed her eyes, turning on her heel to return back to her sister's now empty bed. She smiled tiredly at the healer stationed there, him looking very confused as he held the now clean and calm babe, ready to place her in her absent mother's arms.