Advent Gift!Fic for: Alys
Pairing: Bella/Voldemort
Word Count: 614
Vow
Voldemort's eyes snapped towards the door as Narcissa Malfoy, the wife of his disgraced former trusted lieutenant Lucius Malfoy, entered.
She kept her eyes lowered to the ground as she approached him, and sank to her knees when she was little more than a foot from him.
"Narcissa, I trust you have a good reason for interrupting my thoughts," he said in little more than a whisper.
"Yes, My Lord," she answered, seemingly struggling to keep her from trembling.
Well?" he demanded when she didn't speak. "What is it?"
"It is Bellatrix, My Lord," Narcissa answered. "She has given birth."
"And my son?" he asked, thinking about his heir… the boy who would become a man and rule the world with him as his second in command. "My son, Narcissa. How is he?"
Voldemort rose to his feet and closed the small gap between them until he towered about the disgraced wife. "How is my son?" he repeated.
"It is a girl," Narcissa mumbled.
A girl! How was that even possible?
He had ensured that Bellatrix had taken the necessary potions to avoid this very catastrophe.
Narcissa had to be mistaken. Or worse, lying.
He had to see for himself.
"Crucio," he cried, pointing his wand directly at the gaunt blonde. "I do not like to be disappointed, Narcissa."
He smirked as he watched the blonde woman writhe in pain. He found great satisfaction in her suffering. Perhaps she would feel the slightest amount of pain he felt at the news his boy was a girl… a girl!
"My Lord," another voice said. "Bellatrix is asking for you. She says you will want to hear what she has to say."
Voldemort lowered his wand and turned to face the intruder. Rudolphus… of course he would be doing his spouse's bidding. Even after all these years he still held out hope that she would love him in return one day.
"Tell your wife I will see her when I decide," Voldemort hissed. "I, unlike you, am not at her beck and call. As it is, I was just on my way to visit… the new arrival. Continue to take care of Narcissa until I return. And I shall know if you do not."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Rudolphus as he gave his instruction before spinning on the spot and disapparating to Bellatrix's quarters.
He sincerely hoped that she had not disappointed him as he had been informed.
"Bellatrix," he said, now facing the dark haired beauty. "Tell me it is not true. Tell me you have not disappointed me."
Bellatrix lifted her head and Voldemort noticed there were fresh tears in her eyes. She nodded her head in the direction of the crib in the corner.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I tried… I took the potions. I did everything I should. I don't know what happened. Please don't hurt me."
Voldemort turned and walked to the crib. Inside lay a baby girl who looked exactly how he imagined Bellatrix would have as an infant.
"We shall give her a name and send her away," Voldemort instructed. "And then we shall try again. And we will keep on trying until I have a son and heir… until we have a baby boy."
He turned away from the crib and walked back towards Bellatrix who was still sat on the bed.
He sat down next to her and took her in his arms.
"Shall we get started now, My Lord?" Bellatrix asked, pulling herself from his arms and lying down.
"Yes, we shall," Voldemort said. "Have you taken the potion today?"
"I have, and this time I promise I will give you a son," Bellatrix vowed.