Disclaimer- I don't own anything. If I did, Voldemort and Bellatrix would have lived, taken over the wizarding world and gotten married. So, all rights go to J.K. Rowling.
"I'm pregnant, Lucius" I said to my husband.
"Narcissa, that's wonderful!" He said with a huge smile on his face.
Little did he know, the child did not belong to him. This story has never been told until now, and if you are reading this, then I must be dead or about to die. I figured somebody would one day have to know the story of my second child. Not just my child, but Voldemort's child.
It all started a few days after Lucius was thrown in Azkaban for the first time. Those first few days were the worst days of my life. I sat alone and waited. I had no communication with the outside world, except from my sister, Bellatrix, who kept me updated on all the happenings of Deatheaters. She would call me every week and tell me what was going on and when the next meeting would be. Two weeks had passed since Lucius was put in Azkaban and I got a call from Bella saying there was going to be a meeting at 7:00 at her house tonight. After thinking about it for a while, I decided I might as well go. At 6:30, I got up and apparated to Bella's house. I rang the doorbell and Bella appeared in the doorway, embracing me in a hug, which was strange because Bella was never a nice person.
"Cissy!." She said excitedly. "The Dark Lord has been asking for you."
My face went into an expression of shock. "Me?" I asked.
"Yes. He is waiting in the back room." She said. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go."
I walked into the house and began making my way to the back room. On my way there, I saw many people in the house and wondered if there had always been this many Deatheaters. I saw a few faces I recognized, like Barty, McNair, and Dolohov, and each one was giving me the same look. The "You want to hop in bed with me?" look. I was used to it, but it was pretty creepy when it came from Deatheaters, because I knew if they wanted to, they could go to some pretty extreme measures to get me to sleep with them. I shuddered and pushed the thoughts out of my head and began to wonder why the Dark Lord would want to see me. After several minutes of thinking, I finally reached the back room. A man I did not recognize was waiting for me outside the door.
"Hello, Narcissa." He said. "The Dark Lord has been expecting you. Come in." As he said those last two words, he opened the big door that led into the back room.
When I stepped inside the room, I was shocked. The room had never been used for anything in particular, but now it was lavishly decorated. There was a seat that appeared to be a throne in the middle of the room, and many chairs surrounding the throne.
"You are dismissed Avery" I heard a cold, familiar voice say. "Hello, Narcissa. It's been quite a while."
I turned to the place where the voice was coming from, and saw Lord Voldemort seated in a chair, placed in the far comer of the room. "Y..Y..Yes." I managed to stammer out.
"Why haven't you been to visit me?' He asked, as he walked toward me.
"Well, Lucius has been in Azkaban and I haven't been out much, since he left." I said, quietly, as he continued toward me.
"Are you lonely, Cissy?" He asked me. He had reached me now and he began to stroke my face.
I shivered at the touch of his hand and answered, 'Yes, I am."
"I can fix that." He said, slowly and before I knew it he kissed me. As he kissed me, I immediately froze and went on lockdown, waiting for him to finish. "Kiss me back, Narcissa." He said furiously. Once he realized, he was getting no response out of me, he reached into his cloak and brought his wand out. "If you don't do what I tell you, you will be severely punished." He said, coldly. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master." I said the words so quietly, they were almost inaudible. That's the first night he raped me.
A/N- I'm not sure if I'm going to continue. Tell me what you think.