+Because Beautiful Girls are Evil+
Voldemort sat on his throne in the middle of a maze of black roses, Nagini coiled at his feet. Wormtail was kneeling a few feet in front of them both, Bellatrix kneeled beside him. Voldemort looked upon his greatest supporter with a sort of affection. Probably the most affection Voldemort could ever hold for a person.
"Bella," Voldemort said, holding out a hand and beckoning her towards him. She stood and took a few steps until she was about a foot away from him. Her head was bowed, her eyes lowered in humility.
"Bella," Voldemort said again, "there's no need for such shame. You have been a very loyal servant and I'm about to reward you with a great honor. Come closer, Bella." He waved his wand so that Bella stumbled forward and fell at his feet.
She looked up and gazed into his eyes. He saw the fear there but he also recognized the admiration, the adamant respect for him. Voldemort liked seeing that in his follower's eyes. It was a pleasant change from pure terror and sometimes even hatred.
"What is it, my lord?" she asked, lowering her eyes again, "I would do anything for you. If you wish to punish me for my foolishness at the Ministry those years ago, I understand completely."
Voldemort cut her off. "No need, Bella," he said coolly, "if I had wanted to punish you, I would have left you there. But no, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything my lord," Bellatrix bowed low on the ground, "anything that would please my lord, I shall do."
Voldemort smiled his thin, evil smile. Yes, he knew that about Bella. She was, without a doubt, blindly faithful to him. One day it might cause her end. But for now, it would cause her glory.
"Bella," he began, standing and starting to pace before her, "as you know, I have never loved. I have never had a wife or child or lover. But now, as the possibility of defeat dawns upon me, I realize that once if I am forced to leave, I shall need someone to follow me."
Bellatrix looked up at him, startled. She was thinking, Voldemort found from Legimency, that Voldemort wanted her to be his successor. But no, that was not the case so he began to speak again.
"I think," he said, stopping to lift up her chin to his face, "that it is time I had a child."
Bella gasped. Her eyes widened, realizing what he was asking her to do. She seemed frozen with the possibility.
Voldemort dropped her chin and began to pace again. "Yes, Bella," he said seriously, "I am asking you to bear a daughter for me. Not a son, I wish to have a daughter. She is to be just like you. I am asking you to love her so that she is protected by your blood. I am asking you to raise her to be just as cunning and talented as you. She will be ours."
Bellatrix set her eyes upon her hands interlaced in her lap. "My lord," she said slowly, "if it is your wish, I shall do whatever you ask of me. Even if it requires having to, ugh, love. If it is your blood, I shall love her."
"Excellent," Voldemort said, sitting again, "of course, there are certain spells we could cast so that we need not go through the natural process. The child will share our DNA and our talent. She will look just like you and there's also a spell so we can speed up time and she will be a teenager so you will not have to look after a baby."
Bellatrix nodded. At this, Wormtail stepped forward with his wand.
A few hours later, all spell work was complete. Bellatrix and Voldemort became the parents of Crimson Lestrange; the heiress of Lord Voldemort.
Crimson looked into the face of her father, Lord Voldemort and bowed. "Father," she said breathlessly, "I swear to serve you and obey you for as long as I may live."
Voldemort smiled again. She was perfect for his plans. His daughter was probably the most exquisite girl in the Wizarding world. Her hair was a perfect blood red and hung long and straight to her waist. Her eyes were perfectly black and framed by long black lashes in contrast to her pale moonlit face.
Bellatrix was sitting on the ground next to her daughter, quite out of breath. Giving birth magically was extremely difficult. After she had began breathing normally again, she stood next to her daughter. Already, she felt the presence of Lord Voldemort's blood in Crimson and was filled with tenderness towards the girl.
She cupped Crimson's chin with her hand. "You are perfect," she said out loud, looking at her daughter straight in the eye. Then, she turned to her master.
"My lord," she said, bowing, "what is it that you wish us to do now?"
Voldemort sat down on his throne once again. "We must send Crimson away," he said indifferently, "she will take a potion that will disguise our DNA in her body so that Dumbledore will not suspect anything."
Bellatrix gave a start. "Dumbledore?" she asked incredulously, "what's he in your plan, master?"
He simply looked at his daughter. After a long silence, he looked back at Bellatrix. "Crimson is to enroll at Hogwarts," he said quietly, "and seduce Harry Potter. She will then bring him to me so I can destroy him."
"Sir," Crimson stepped forward, "where will I be staying until Hogwarts starts? I cannot stay here or else Dumbledore will know."
Voldemort took a moment to think. "Crimson will stay with the Zabini family," Voldemort decided, "they will be proper because the parents are not Death Eaters yet they still remain loyal to me. They will have to do."
Crimson bowed and then Apparated away.
Wormtail looked incredulously at where the young girl had stood.
"She hasn't even learned to Apparate yet," he said, shocked.
"She is my daughter," Bellatrix said, turning towards the pale traitor, "therefore she has talent like no other witch. She cannot be defeated."
A/N
Well that's the beginning to my new fanfiction. I hope y'all like
it. R/R if you want more!
