A young woman was nervously pacing the floorboards. A few mere centimetres away from her stood a large, bronze door – taunting her, for on the other side of the door was… Her master. Her unruly black hair swung around madly, bouncing up and down with every step she took. Her breathing came in quick pants and her onyx eyes darted around the dimly lit corridor, ready to defend not only herself but her master if need be.
The door handle turned and her eyes widened dramatically, in both fear and anxiety. A man in a billowing black cloak stepped out of the room, nodded in her direction in a show of camaraderie before apparating away with an audible 'pop.'
Without a moment's hesitation, she walked straight into the room, making sure to pull her face into a blank mask, hiding the ball of emotions within her.
The first thing she noticed as she stepped into the room was the dark curtain that seemed to blanket the entire room, engulfing the room in darkness. The only light source came from a flickering green flame, held above a handsome marble mantel place.
Her master stood in front of the fire, casting a long eerie shadow towards her. In that moment, he looked as if he was ready to conquer the world – and in many ways he was. His back and shadow alone, set her heart into a frenzy – the fear and unconditional devotion she felt for her master would overshadow her every decision, her master always on the forefront of her mind.
"My lord," she bowed low, being as respectful and polite as possible. "I have asked to speak to you, for I have heard that you are looking for a heir." She spoke quickly, her words seemingly tumbling over themselves.
Her master turned lazily around, to meet his loyal follower. He had dark slick hair and icy blue eyes. A gulp became stuck in her throat as she looked into the eyes of the dark lord
"Ah, Bellatrix. Yes, you have heard correctly, but what do you wish to ask me? You really think I would let you become the heir? The Death Eaters may fear you, but you lack the necessary control." He sneered with his velvety voice.
Bellatrix quickly shook her head, hair flying around freely, bowing her head softly to hide the flush of her cheeks.
"No, no, of course not my lord. I could never be a great leader like you, my lord. But please, my lord. I have recently given birth to a child. And I beg, please my lord." She began muttering the last sentence over and over again, whilst pulling out a black bundle out of mid-air and letting her gaze drop to the floor once more.
Voldemort stood in front of the fallen girl and the sleeping infant. "Bellatrix. Tell me… Is this child a male or female, and is this child a pureblood?"
Bellatrix, looked up in happiness, "The child is a female and of course, the child is pureblood, unlike my filth sister and her half-blood spawn - I would never commit such a crime. My children will only be purebloods, my lord."
Voldemort, quickly began to think it through - his mind deliberating on the child. He slowly nodded. "So be it, my loyal servant, give me the child."
Bellatrix stood up, her knees weak. She could not believe that her child would soon become the Dark Lord's heir! She felt wet drops fall onto her cheek and only then did she realise she was crying tears of joy. It felt like a dream - the dark lord had accepted her child, out of all the children he could have chosen he had chosen her child.
She passed him the infant, smiling and whispering a row of gratitude.
Voldemort took the small child and unwrapped the blankets to reveal a baby girl, sleeping softly, oblivious to what was happening around her.
Wisps of black curly hair on top of her head left no doubt on whom the mother of the child was. She did, however have some traits which obviously came from her father like Rodolphus' lack of fear and his sense of calmness in the face of danger.
He pointed his wand and the baby and spoke quietly, murmuring an ancient enchantment.
Bellatrix stared wide-eyed as the dark lord's wand began emitting dark green wisps of smoke. It engulfed the baby, awakening her from her slumber and the small infant soon began to cry out. Neither the dark lord nor the child's mother made any move to comfort the child nor would they coddle the baby as the infant continued to wail as they were both too engrossed in the dark tattoo that was beginning to form on the infant's arm.
A dark green snake was etched onto the skin of the girl's left arm, similar to the mark her mother bared on her own left arm. Bellatrix stood in wonder while Voldemort merely observed the child, waiting impatiently for the child to open her eyes.
The baby's eyes opened to reveal crystal icy blue eyes.
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Meanwhile, a woman, far away, fell to the floor. Her body convulsed as she struggled to control the inevitable - her eyes were unfocused, unseeing, as they rolled back into her head. Her voice became raspy as she whispered softly into the dead of night – whispering of the future, with no one to bear witness.
A child born under a blood moon
With the purest blood shall hold the key.
Beware the cage that hides the key, for deep within,
Hoards a dark place unknown to many.
The serpent bearer's choice alone holds the power
To engulf the world in flames, or guide it to safety...
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Heyo! It's me! This is the Harry Potter fanfiction i promised to post ages ago! sorry :( Anyway, beware for darker themes later on. Hope you enjoy reading it! Please tell me what you think! if you do, you get a free cookie! yay :D Thanks to DramaQueen1917 for being the awesome beta of this story. Thanks
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