Bellatrix Lestrange, née Black, had joined the Death Eaters soon after she left Hogwarts, and was one of the few females in the group. She was fanatically loyal to Lord Voldemort, and one of the most dangerous and sadistic of his followers. She'd been married to Rodulphus Lestrange as was expected of her, but she bore no affection for him. Her Lord, on the other hand... She'd been raised to despise the Muggles and the MudBloods, and someone had stood up, willing to step in where the rest of the world would not. He was the only one willing to put them in their place. Bellatrix had fallen in love with him for it. When she was summoned to appear before the Dark Lord one evening, she felt excited and nervous at the same time. Was he going to reward her? Or had she done something wrong? She arrived at the door and took a deep breath before entering the room.

"My Lord, what would you have of me?" She asked, her gaze locked on the floor. He pressed his fingers together as he studied her. They sat as such, neither moving, for a number of minutes. Bellatrix, to her credit, did not flinch, did not move, and showed no signs of discomfort, her knees pressed into the cold stone floor.

"I wish to sire an heir, and I find myself in need of someone to bear it for me." He spoke at length, and Bellatrix stiffened.

"If my Lord wishes my aid in selecting a fitting bearer, I would be grateful to assist." Bellatrix spoke the words with a heavy heart. She was married, but her mother had made the match, and the man was a fool. He was dedicated to the Dark Lord, but he was a fool nonetheless.

"There is no need for that, Bellatrix. I have made my choice." As her Lord spoke, she felt her pulse quicken. The Dark Lord rose from his throne and walked towards her. Bellatrix bit her lip, hoping against hope that he had chosen her. She had given everything she had to the cause of her Lord, and now, it appeared she might be rewarded in a way she'd never imagined. "Rise. I have chosen you to be the mother of my child, to bring forth my legacy into the world." Bellatrix knew not to let the smile show on her face, but there was no way she could disguise her pride, so she made no effort to as she rose to her feet.

"My Lord, I am deeply honoured that you have chosen me."

Bellatrix almost ran to her sister, wanting to tell her everything, but her Lord had bade Bellatrix hold her tongue.

"I will reveal the existence of the child when I am ready." Instead she returned to her own home, where Rodolphus waited. She squared her shoulders and stepped into her home. Her husband barely acknowledged her presence anymore, only speaking to her on nights when he wanted something, usually for her to perform her wifely duties. When she had asked her Lord about it, he had given her a command.

"You are not to lie with him. If he presses, kill him." Bellatrix almost hoped that the man would try it, just so she wouldn't have to put up with him anymore. Much to her disappointment, the man did not speak to her. She went to her bedroom and locked the door, then readied herself for bed.

Bellatrix had been going to his bed every night for over two months when she felt nauseous upon awakening one morning. She knew that it could be anything, but she hoped that it was a symptom of pregnancy. Over the course of another month, she had no menstruation and was violently ill every morning. When she was summoned to her Lord's chambers that evening, she knelt and awaited permission to speak.

"My Lord, I am with child."

Her Lord hid her away, fearful for the child she carried.

"I do not want you anywhere near fighting. If this child is lost..." The threat was not lost on her. She was shipped off to a private estate and waited on by a troupe of house-elves. Bellatrix did not like the creatures, but they were discreet. She occupied herself with reading, eagerly awaiting her child's arrival. She didn't know it, but hers was an easy pregnancy - the only symptoms she had were morning sickness and sore breasts, along with a voracious and varied appetite. The day she felt contractions, she sent an owl to her Lord. He arrived shortly, a Muggle doctor in tow. She despised having the woman touch her, but Bellatrix understood the need for secrecy. Her daughter was born early in the evening of August twenty-third, 1977. Her child, her Lord's Legacy.

For four years, Bellatrix and Legacy remained spirited away from the world. Her Lord would come by occasionally, and their daughter would stare at him. Legacy had deep blue eyes and her mother's black hair. Two months past her child's fourth birthday she picked up the Daily Prophet that had been delivered that morning. HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED IS NO MORE. Bellatrix put a hand on her stomach, feeling as though she was going to be sick. She picked up her child and her cloak, and Apparated to her sister's house.

Narcissa had just put her year-old son down for a nap when Bellatrix threw open the door.

"Bella! Bella, I've missed you! Where have you been?" Narcissa asked, walking towards her. Bellatrix waved the other woman away.

"I have no time for pleasantries, sister. I've just seen the paper." Legacy managed to slip out of Bellatrix's arms and landed on the floor. Before Narcissa could say a word when the door opened again, and Lucius entered the manor.

"Narcissa, I'm afraid that-" He stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Bellatrix in his home. "Bellatrix, we've not seen you for quite some time." He spotted Legacy and frowned.

"This is Legacy. Now, Lucius, you need to tell me - is this true?" Bellatrix tossed him a copy of the Prophet, and he caught it.

"Yes. The only thing anyone knows is that he went to Godric's Hollow to kill the Potters, and somehow their boy survived. The Dark Lord is nowhere to be found, and our Marks have faded." Bellatrix hadn't known that, and pulled up her sleeve to look at her forearm. The outlines of her Dark Mark were still there, but it had mostly paled to the colour of her surrounding skin. She growled and pushed her sleeve back down.

"What efforts are being made to locate him?"

"I am unsure. Most of the Death Eaters have left; the Ministry is hunting us down."

"I don't care. We need to find him."

"Bella... what about your daughter?" Narcissa asked.

"If anything should happen to me, and the Dark Lord has not returned..." Bellatrix's eyes fell on the girl. "Then see that she is taken care of." Narcissa nodded, and Bellatrix Dissapparated.

Bellatrix had failed. She'd failed to uncover any whispers of her Lord's whereabouts from the Longbottoms, and it was likely that the Wizard's Court would either kill her or send her to Azkaban. She was in a cell with her husband, Rodolphus, his brother, Rabastan, and the Crouch boy. When they were led into the court room by Dementors, she did not let her fear of the creatures show on her face. She was a Black, and Blacks feared nothing. The Crouch boy was begging his father to not send him back, and Bellatrix despised him for his weakness. The vote was unanimous, the four of them would be returning to Azkaban.

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch!" She shouted at the man. "Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait! He will rise again and come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!"

Bellatrix had been allowed to write a letter before they took her to Azkaban. She wrote to her sister, begging that she take care of her child. She learned years later that Narcissa never received the letter.

Dumbledore studied her, this girl Legacy. Bellatrix's plea to send a letter had been granted, but it had merely been an attempt to gather more information from her. Upon reading the contents of the letter, a Ministry official had been dispatched to the Malfoy manor to collect the child and the few items that Bellatrix had left there. There had been a diary, but it had not yielded any information that the Ministry could use. Bellatrix had written about Legacy in it and nothing else, from the time she had discovered her pregnancy until a few days before Voldemort's downfall. From it, they knew that the girl's date of birth, and that she could walk, talk, and had displayed some small signs of magic. She seemed to be getting used to him, but it had been a very long time since he'd spent any time with children as young as her and couldn't tell for sure.

"There isn't a wizarding family out there that would agree to raise Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter." Dumbledore turned his attention back to the men and women around him. The Wizengamot was handling everything that was Death Eater-related, and that had expanded to include Legacy. "It's not something we can ask someone to do."

"Then what do you suggest we do with her, hmm?" One of the other members asked.

"Muggles have places for children to be raised when something like this happens." Dumbledore said, and all eyes turned to him. "I believe that we would do well to take her to one of these facilities."

"You want her to be raised in the Muggle community?" One of them asked, and Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes. If she is raised away from the malice and spite that is Bellatrix, I think she may do well."

"I think that a Memory Charm should be performed on the Malfoys and on us, so that we don't know who she is. She's only a child, she doesn't deserve to have hatred heaped on her because of her mother." One of the few women had spoken up, and Dumbledore was glad. He'd been about to suggest that himself.

"I would like to not have it performed on myself. She will one day have questions, and someone should have answers for her." There was a vote, and it was agreed that Legacy would be taken to an orphanage and that the Malfoys and the Wizengamot have a Memory Charm performed on them, and that Dumbledore would cast them. All of the records that the Wizengamot had that mentioned Legacy were destroyed before Dumbledore performed Memory Charms on the other members.

"Where's Mum?" Legacy asked Dumbledore, tugging on his robes.

"Your mother isn't here, child." He responded, and she began to cry before Dumbledore cast the spell on her.

Dumbledore walked up the stairs to the orphanage and knocked on the door. He gave the child into their care, telling them only her first name and date of birth.

Such was the fate of Legacy Jones, née Lestrange.