TOUJOURS PUR – Lyanne Riddle.
Prologue – 9th October 1979
A thirty-three year old Bellatrix LeStrange cooed at the bundle in her arms.
"Bellatrix?" the malevolent witch turned to see her Lord and Master, Tom Riddle, standing in the doorway.
"My Lord." Bellatrix bowed as low as she could with a child in her arms, "It is an honour to see you again."
"No, Bella, it is an honour to see you…" the Dark Lord breathed, having glided over and was now caressing her face, "and, of course, the little bundle of joy…"
"I did well, my Lord?" Bellatrix questioned – almost breathlessly. Their child, after all, would become very powerful and respected, maybe even feared. Voldemort smiled coyly.
"You did marvellously well, my beloved." Everybody, expect Narcissa Malfoy (Bella's youngest sister) and her aunt Walaburga Black, believed the child to be Rhodolphus'. But they don't know any better Bellatrix thought quickly, as the Dark Lord kissed her forehead.
"What is her name?"
Bellatrix sighed, "Rhodolphus insisted we name her Lyanne Stellar LeStrange. Does that bother you, My Lord?" Bellatrix noticed her lover tense.
"It is fine, my love. LeStrange can be her alias." Tom looked like he was about to speak again when:
"My Lord!" Lord Rhodolphus LeStrange barged into the room, gasping for breath. He didn't seem to notice the closeness between her supposedly faithfully wife and his Master, "The Order…is coming."
Bellatrix gasped, drawing her daughter close to her chest. Tom instantly entered 'Dark Lord' mode.
"Rhodolphus, you and Lucius take your wives to a place of safety before joining us."
Fifteen Years Later…
Lyanne Stellar LeStrange-Riddle sat on her bed in 12 Grimmuald Place, her hand running across the scar on her stomach...
OK, new story! All the others are on hold, Slytherins and Gryffindors Just Don't Mix is being dicontinued, and my Marauders story is still continuing. Please reveiw!
Love, Moony x