What If

Chapter 1: Obscurest are the start of it all

Koomahana

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Okay, I'm super nervous about this story, its my first one for this universe. Please tell me about any inconsistencies or mistakes. I'm not that well versed in HP before year one.

I hope you like it

After the incident in New York in 1926, the wizarding world worked doubly hard to find the lost and unaware mages. Each metapolis was given a wizarding headquarters, each town or city was given a branch building and witching suburbians were created. Precautions had been taken, rules and regulations revised and presented, and a new magic-detector was designed. The new item of the wizarding world could now detect magic being used in the presence of muggles/nomag and on some rare locations it had been known to detect the birth of a magical-individual. As years passed and the number of unaware witches/wizards declined to a confident zero, the magical community once more continued looking forward. There was pride in the Americas for being magical, one's parents or relatives didn't matter. It was all about one's individual skill and the use of said skill to benefit the less fortunate.

When the war over bloodlines started in the east, nearly destroying the British isle, the Americans reacted in time to prevent their own cholaos from consuming them. A new law was made, upon coming of age any nomag-born had the right to chose whether or not they wanted to obligate their relatives. In those dark years of fear for one's defenseless relatives, many chose to the option forcefully erasing their existence from their relatives lives forever. By the end of the decade, the war over bloodright ended, many nomag-borns (or muggleborn) evacuated to the Americas for safety. In the wizarding world, the Americas were soon the only continent left that didn't care about inheritance or the lack of it. In England however, life was a horrible place to exist. The magic-detection devices from America were taken, altered and contorted to detect muggleborns. Under the cruel rule of Voldemort, a set of brandings were initiated. muggleborn were branded on their faces with cruel 'M' while muggles fascination with piercing were taken to the extreme. Now witches and wizards new a muggle based on their cruel stainless steel earrings, an acid etched curse of their name on the loop. Every steal loop was cursed so that it couldn't be removed unless the named individual was dead. This way identification was possible if the body was unrecognizable, it also meant that Muggles couldn't hide their identity if questioned by a witch or wizard. For witches and wizards, life was significantly better; especially so for those holding the 'pure' title to their name. Mudbloods were servants to the pure houses, blood-traitors were either executed or imprisoned and half-bloods were working in an occupation that could only flatter the richer pure-families. Too keep from interbreeding too much, a special law had been passed, if a mudblood married another, then they had to continue shuffling their children to other witches and wizards for approximately 30 generations before they were permitted to attain the title of 'pure' and as such that individual would be taken away to attend an orphanage academy that would teach that newly minted 'pure' witch or wizard the proper edicate of purebloods.

In the beginning of this purebloods supremacy era, life for the dark lord seemed annoying, anxious and busy; almost too busy to have an actual life. As it was, the term 'almost' did not pertain to a certain witch he habitually welcomed most of his nights in his private rooms. He was welcomed to the Malfoy manor with opened arms and he honestly didn't mind residing there, but he tried to refrain from being there anymore often than he should be. He had his own manner to tend too, one that was welcomed to those who no longer had a home of their own. Several purebloods families upped and left the British isle after he became minister, of those families there were a few who stood at his side and loyal to his cause. Being banished from their families, and as such unable to claim lands or profits until the current heir or head of house died, these witches and wizards had no home to call their own. So Voldemort graciously opened his doors and allowed the purebloods abandoned orphans to reside in his home until they could afford a home of their own. Most of his residents though were his faithful followers, he didn't like his home being treated like a headquarters but for emergency cases he didn't mind all that much.

Case in point, Severus just sent him a patronus with an emergency call to his minister offices. Grumbling underneath about best friends with bad sense of timing, Tom hurriedly dressed in his robes, smirked back at his slumbering lover and quickly flooed to his office. Upon entrance he immediately noticed that it was occupied with several head of houses, all shouting and anxious, some even looking to be on the verge of whipping out their wands and begin a new brand chaos in his office.

"Friends!" His voice echoed like an explosion, drilling anyone from providing another into a duel. "Be calm, breath and remember the importance of your coming here." He turned to give his friend an irritated look, "now will someone explain to me why I was interrupted with my lover?" Everyone knew he had one but he went through great pains to keep the woman's identity a secret. Heaven knows what the Potters would do if they found that information, not that he knew where the sneaky little lions ran off too but that was beside the point. It was Mrs. Malfoy, Narsisca, that stepped forward. Her bright blue eyes were wide and wrinkles had begun to form around them, highlighting the growing of white in her platinum curls.

"My sister Bellatrix is missing," Narsisca said, her voice hitching as she fought off the urge to cry. "It's been three days sir, I'm worried. We've had no word or note of her reasons for disappearing."

"Relax," he reassured with a gentle smile. "I sent Bellatrix on a mission. She returned late last night and is resting in the manner." The woman sighed, her whole body sagging with relief to the point that Lucius had to reach out and steady his wife before she collapsed. Nodding his thanks, Lucius carefully maneuvered his expecting wife out of the room, undoubtedly he had full intentions of having her relax the rest of the day. Mr. Nott stepped up next, his wrinkled face twisted into a frown as he glared spitefully at the floor.

"We've received word that the Potters have gone to the Americas." Nott informed him. In all honesty, Tom wasn't surprised. The Americans were the only ones who didn't agree with his means. Granted neither did the other countries but that was more tactics than tradition. Tradition said that eighty-five percent of the world populace was in agreement with him, while fifteen percent remained against him. Taction said that only forty percent of the world population was on his side and the remaining sixty percent was against him. So either way he was still winning the war, even if now it was only in the last dregs of the 'order of the phoenix' retreating out of his domain.

Great Britain was his domain and no one could take that away from him

"Hmm, the Americans are fickle but I'm sure we can locate them." Tom turned to exam in his death eaters. "Smithson, will you ambassador with the Americans? I would greatly appreciate your skill in receiving those two." And by 'skill' he meant the man's abundance of enthusiasm in creating non-resistant drama. If anyone could annoy that couple out of hiding or getting the Americans to temporarily work with them, it would be Eric Smithson. As he knew would be inevitable, Eric's golden eyes flickered with amusement and a wide predatory grin split across his narrow hawk-like face.

"Of course my lord." Eric said as he smacked a witch on her rear end and disappearing with laughter surrounding him before she could even send a hex at him. Tom bit his tongue to hide his amusement as he turned towards the next person to approach him. Marric Blakesley was pack leader of the black wolf clan in the northern forest, his responsibility was to make sure the Muggles remained in their organized cities as assigned. What he did with those who disobeyed the orders was a mystery and honestly Tom didn't give a damn.

"We've discovered an obscurest." The simple words from the normally soft spoken shapeshifter put a silence in the room that was never before archived, even when Tom purposefully placed several silencing charms.

"Obscurest?" Someone whispered, like it was curse that would affect generations of their family tree.

"That's not possible," Nott argued, his thin face twisting into a look of contempt and disbelief. "Our country hasn't had an Obscurest in centuries. We've worked too hard to prevent them from existing."

"We've worked too hard to find muggleborns before they became lost in hatred to have one show up now." Another corrected quickly. "The muggles are aware of our existence. If one of the more spiteful ones had a magical child..." The implications were clear, Tom was well aware of the dangers of an Obscurest. He went out if his way to discover dangerous animals he could use in his war efforts and that had been labeled as one of the most dangerous creatures in existence. It was more dangerous than vampires, werewolves, witches, Wizards, shapeshifters, intelligent animals and even more dangerous than dementors. Obsurests were considered the king/queen of all magical monsters in existence. They were called the most dangerous magical creatures in existence because they were a human-parasite created from magic and hatred. Because the parasite is attracted to magical humans, it takes complete control of that person's magic and uses it to destroy anything and everything until the witch or wizard in question doesn't have any magic left to give. Then the parasight steals the last ounces if its host's life force to sustain itself until it found a new host where it repeated the processes.

"The host was Abigail Blackstone." Marric murmured, "she was sixteen. Muggleborn."

"She's too old to be an Obscurest," Nott growled.

"Not if she's a second host," Tom replied thoughtfully. "If she came across another Mudblood, one who was a host to the obscurest, she could've become infected when the child died." He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, his brow forwarding as he delved into his thoughts. "Part of the reason why we mark Muggleborns when they're born is too make sure obsurests don't get created. Maybe we should make adjustments to the rule."

"Like what?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow. "Continue with the marking but rip said child away from their parents?"

"Hmm, we could place a mark on said parents, allowing others to know how many muggleborns they have." Tom said thoughtfully. "It would allow us to keep track of Squibs and figure out what family gene is finally show its head in the Squibs. This will also be away to allow said parents to be aware that they have a child but that individual is apart of our culture and as such don't belong with them. If we can take muggleborns from their parents sooner then we should avoid the existence of another Obscurest from appearing."

"We would also be able to further separate the magical world from the non-magical one." Severus continued, his own thin face smoothing in realization. "But then, who would take care of so many children?"

"We could auction them off," Nott said sarcastically. "We could spin a profit, keep mudbloods in their place and make sure that all the houses have the right number of servants."

"Don't you mean slaves?" Severus asked, raising a thin black brow at the man.

"We could sell those with special talents," a new voice popped up, smooth and elegant like the voice of a river. Tom's eyes immediately snapped up to the woman walking into the room, the crowed split for her instantly. Bellatrix Black was dressed in a simple black corset dress that left very little to the imagination, it emphasized her generous bust and tiny waist. Her heels clicked as she approached, her wild black curls floated out from her half-hearted bun like a river of darkness.

"We all know that muggleborns each have a special talent unique to themselves," she stopped in front of Tom, her eyes glistening in amusement. "We could sell the rarer ones when they come of age and have control of their powers. Leave the rest to be housed with other mudbloods or the few half-bloods who want them."

"Brilliant like always, Bellatrix." Tom smirked at her, he could feel his whole body relaxing in her presence, like the effects of a dreamless sleep position.

"I try," she smirked back at him, dark eyes dancing

"You should go to your sister Narsisca." Tom stiffened at the cold voice of a man who stepped forward, his own dark eyes were resting hungrily on Bellatrix. Tom habitually schooled his features into a neutral expression, watching how Bellatrix turned to look coldly at the man who interrupted their conversation. Rodolphus Lestrange was one of his more violent but religiously loyal death eaters and his obsession of watching Bellatrix when she entered a room like she was a piece of meat to be devoured was an unwelcome development to Tom.

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, frowning in disapproval at him.

"She was worried for you," Tom answered quickly, he didn't like how Rodolph seemed to shudder with every word Bellatrix spoke. "She informed me that you've been gone for several days and left nothing behind to inform her of your location." Here he gave her a disappointed look, making her blush and divert her eyes to the ground in shame. "She's five months pregnant Bellatrix. She can't be worrying about you every time you disappear. There will be complications with her child. Remember that the next time you leave for assignment." Bit of a double meaning there but he was confident that she could figure it out, she was one of the smartest witches of their generation.

"Yes my lord," she peeked up at him through her long black bangs, a glimmer of mischief in her beautiful hazelnut brown eyes. He was already on thin ice with Narsisca and judging by Bellatrix's glittering eyes he was about to find himself on a sheet of ice with the younger woman. Rolling his eyes, Tom shooed her towards one of the empty chairs in the room. The next person with a complaint walked up, something about a rise with the Muggles and their 'need' to expand for the condensed cities for their populations. Rolling his eyes he told the man to fix the problem in the manner decided was best to make the problem go away. Either he will find a sack of steel earrings on his desk tomorrow and a report about the slaughter of the Muggles to make the occupant room they requested or he'll find several documents requesting his signature for an expansion of several muggle cities.

By the end of the hour he was finally free to go home and freshen up, get properly dressed and eat before returning to the office. The rest of the day consisted of more documents, several meetings, and a few personal assignments about hunting down the last of the order-brats who haven't taken a hint from their Potter leaders. Towards evening, when Tom was just about to leave through his floo towards his home, an explosion shook his office and took out his lights. Cursing wildly, Tom grabbed his wand and cast an lumios, letting it fly out of his wand and fly out of his office though the giant hole in his now destroyed door. Glaring at the inconvenience, Tom hurried out of his office and followed his luminous orb towards its instinctual desire to hunt down one particular witch. It wasn't long before he could hear the sounds of a battle; curses and hexes filling the air as flashes of lights filled the destroyed lobby of the magistrate.

Reaching the balcony edge, Tom watched as brilliant blues, whites and greens flashed over the face of his lover. Just below him, huddled at the edge of the main statue was Narcisca, gripping her stomach and crying profusely as her husband remained unmoving over her protruding stomach. Lucius remained silent as he took the brunt of every hex, jinx and curse that bounced around and would have otherwise killed his unborn child. Bellatrix was currently standing before them, two wands in hand as she took on five members of the order. Curses, shields, hexs slipped from her wands without sound from her melodic voice. Her normally dancing brown eyes were dark with contempt and fury, turning her beautiful orbs darker than a dementor's robes. Tom cursed himself, using his magic to break the balcony and twist it around to Lucius and his wife, a simple charm rebounded all spells back to their casters. The enchanted staircase wasn't half formed before Tom found himself rushing down its moving body to land on the main floor of the ministry.

Bellatrix ignored his arrival, taking comfort in his nearby floating luminous orb that gave her plenty of light to single out her enemies. Tom double checked Narsisca before knocking her out before she could hyperventilate herself into an early delivery. Lucius looked exhausted, his body shaking as he pulled his wife close to himself, tears threatened his sight but he didn't dare let them fall. Tom stepped back and set up a protective shield, he was hoping Lucius would be able to take his wife to safety but the man was too wounded to even lift himself off the destroyed floor. Tom quickly called a few other death eaters before jumping into the fight beside Bellatrix, the intruders condensed their crescent moon formation against Bellatrix to a tight circle of defense. Tom watched carefully as he stepped up beside Bellatrix, his own battle tactics no longer needed as the group formed a multi-magic protecto. For a moment death eaters and order members watched each other, wands ready and devastating spells ready on their tongues. Beside him Bellatrix lowered her arms but kept her own wand aimed and ready at the defensive glowing orb.

"Little birds, come on out of your shell," Tom mocked them, trying hard not to snicker like his lover.

"We won't hurt you!" One of the men sang, mockery filling every note

"Much," another added, electing chuckles from everyone but Bellatrix and Tom. Inside the dome of light, several figures shifted and moved, a pulse of magic had Tom pulling Bellatrix behind himself protectively. At the second pulse she took his hint and hurried to her sister's side, erecting several protective shields around the unconscious woman before erecting a powerful golden shield over herself and the couple buried beneath a hundred different charms and shields. Tom readied his wand just in time to shield himself from a third magical pulse from the protective dome. He hoped that his own shield was able to prevent most of the wave from hitting Bellatrix's shield. Which in turn should prevent the charms and shields from falling due to excessive magical power exposure. These shields and charms should then protect Narsisca's unborn child from being harmed by excessive magical force. The wave passed by, chunks and pieces of the protection shield thumped harmlessly against his own shield. He lowered his shield, watching with wide impressed eyes as the intruders consumed themselves with a fire spell, watching how it took the shape of a great golden-coated Phoenix. Its brilliant crimson eyes glared down on Tom, contempt rolling off its being like the waves of heat from its flames.

"We're of the Phoenix, little snake," a woman's voice echoed out of the giant flaming creature. It was harsh and firm, sounding with the resolution of a woman determined to end a war or take everyone with her. Tom smirked, excitement filling him as the great Phoenix spread its wings and took off through the roof, destroying everything in its way as it retreated. At its base were the order members once stood, were a pile of ashes and scorched bones. He looked up at the gaping hole the giant Phoenix made before approaching the swirled ashes of the intruders.

"And they call me a monster," Tom snorted. There were five skeletons all curled together amongst the swirled ashes the Phoenix left behind.

"Master," Tom looked towards the plump man calling him, his unmistakable buck teeth jutting out of his mouth to dent his bottom tooth. Peter pettigrew was as disgusting now as he was as a child but that didn't mean the rat-shifter was any less loyal, the man was almost religiously loyal to Tom as Rodolphus is.

"Ah, Peter, what is it?" Tom greeted his friend with a welcoming smile. He may not approve how the man constructed himself, or how he lived his life, but keeping this particular rat loyal would be instrumental. One could never have enough blindly-loyal subjects.

"I just realized something about the order of the Phoenix," the man said, bowing a little as his squinty eyes swivel to watch Bellatrix lower her impressive shield. "Pheonix's are known to burst into flames and die," he waved a hand at the remaining skeletons. "But they are also reborn from their ashes. Perhaps the order is saying that they'll retreat for now but will return to the war with the aid of their children." Tom frowned at Peter, the shapeshifter was unreliable in gaining James's and Lily's trust so he was hesitant in accepting Peter's observation.

After all what parent actually WILLING send their children to war, especially since none had actually left the womb yet?

"Hmm," Tom stepped forward and kicked a skeleton in his way. It of course revealed a parchment clenched tightly in bits bony hand. Crouching in the ashes he pulled the parchment free, stood and dead it silently.

'the flames of our resistance are just waiting for some air.'

Tom ground his teeth, he could feel his jaw muscles straining as he glared at the parchment. Hearing the soft clicking of heels, Tom quickly stuffed the paper into his pocket and grabbed the death eater to his left, not allowing his order to be heard by Peter or Bellatrix. The man in question frowned but nodded, he understood the importance of this mission. Tom released the man and glared at him, memorizing his face for a later date when he could put a name to him. The man took several steps back, glanced at the one behind Tom and apparated out with a sharp crack. Glaring at Peter, the rat-shifter quickly operated back to his own lover awaiting him in his sleazy home. Tom took several deep, calming breaths before turning slowly to regard Bellatrix. She was standing just a few feet away, her eyes had once more returned to her beautiful amber brown, highlighting her beautiful number curls. She blinked up at him, eyes wide and curious as she awaited her orders. Sighing Tom bobbed his head slowly, stepping around her he approached Lucius and his wife, silently noticing how the protective charms and shields hadn't been disturbed. With a wave of his wand, Tom removed the spells and stared in unabashed wonder at the curled up bodies of Lucius and Narsisca were revealed. They both appeared unconscious but their protective nature regarding their unborn child didn't go unnoticed by either of their protectors.

"I should create a place for the families to retreat too," Tom said softly, staring at Narsisca's hand that tightened habitually on her sullen stomach. "If I can locate a place safe enough for the expectant and the toddlers, keep them out of harm's way until they can attend school at Hogwarts under Severus's rule..." He knew that appointing Severus as the headmaster of Hogwarts wasn't his best idea but he wasn't appointing Nott or Peter. Even sending Luscious put a shiver up his spine. There was something about placing Severus as the headmaster that seemed oddly RIGHT, as if his friend was made for the seat.

"We families protect our own," she said gently, waving a hand at the unconscious couple while her other set itself on his shoulder. "They and we are proof enough of this. Should a woman become widowed while with child, the wives will band together to aid her until her child is of age and neither are in need of protection." Tom looked back down at Bellatrix, taking in her gentle smile and affectionate eyes. "Don't underestimate Narsisca, I bet you my inheritance she cast twelve different protection charms on herself before sending me her wand." Tom sighed bit relented in her logic, when it came to matters of the heart he was often left clueless, so he left such matters to Bellatrix. She seemed more than capable then handling not only her own but others as well; even his own lack-of-ability to process emotions went unnoticed by this which who seemed to have enough to share. He knew her power over emotions was unparalleled, with a touch she could transmit her emotions or steal the emotions of another.

"Let's get them to the hospital," Tom suggested, waving his wand and silently lifting Lucius into the air. Bellatrix mimicked him with Narsisca, together they walked to a floo and after a moment of repair work from Tom, they both used the network to reach the hospital in record time. Once the doctors confirmed with Bellatrix about Narsisca's still healthy child, double checking repeatedly in front of her every time she asked, the brunet relaxed beside her sister and ended up falling asleep. Tom chuckled at Bellatrix, after losing Andromeda during childbirth a few years ago, Bellatrix's level of protective instinct on Narsisca grew ten fold. The two sisters were rarely apart anymore, even when Bellatrix was sent out on a mission, Lucius was nearby to be with his wife.

Tom went through too much trouble to keep his witch happy. But it wasn't as if he regretted his choices. Bellatrix was his lover and if he showed her favoritism by making sure she or her brother-in-law were out on rounds one at a time so the other could be with Narsisca, then who the hell cared? It's not like they could name Bellatrix his lover just because he allowed her to spend more time fussing over her sister then hunting down blood-traitors. Besides, Narsisca threatened to hex the family jewels out of anyone who approached her (himself included but to be fair he deserved the threat after walking in her alone time with Luscious), the only ones who didn't get the evil eye were Bellatrix and Lucius.

"Lord Voldemort?" Tom looked up at the nurse standing in the doorway, the giant 'M' spanning across her cheek marred whatever beauty she once held. "Lucius Malfoy is awake and asking for you. He should be resting but says he has important information that must be relayed immediately." Tom was impressed with the Mudblood's ability to remain calm in his presence; especially since he was the one responsible for the scare on her face. He expected the mudblood population to trough hexes and curses at him upon sight but this one apparently knew her place. Nodding silently, he rose to his feet and followed her out of the room and down the hall, four doors down he entered the hospital room expecting to see Lucius sitting in his bed and glaring out his window. Except he was greeted by the sight of an empty bed and he was given no time to turn before he felt the touch of a wand at the base of his neck.

"Ah, so you do hate me," Tom glanced at the window to his right, watching the woman's blurred reflection in amusement.

"I worked hard," her voice broke, as she spoke, barely managing to keep her sobs from consuming her. "My husband needed never to know. I loved him and worked so hard for his acceptance. You have no idea how hard I worked for him. Then you make the decree to mark all us muggleborns ON OUR FACES, to show the world just how filthy we are." Her voice cracked, he could see the whites of her knuckle in the reflection, making him wonder just how long she was going to stand there with a wand aimed at his head.

"When he found out about me, do you know what he did?" He didn't bother answering the question, he knew it was a rhetorical one. "He divorced me. Which is okay, I could live with that, I could accept it even." Now he was lost, was the woman going to tell him her life story? "The worst action he took, what I cannot forgive, accept or live with, is the fact that he killed our daughter." Tom felt his entire body stiffen, even he wasn't cruel enough to kill children for their misfortune of relations (if they defied him is one thing but not over family relations). "She was five," the number cracked in her voice, sounding like shattering glass in the silent room. "Once he Arvada our daughter, he sent the curse at me." She huckupped, her body shuttering as she took a deep steadying breath. "Want to know why I'm still living? Because his intention was to kill our son. Our unborn son. Our baby-no, MY SON, never got the chance to breathe because of your HATRED for muggleborns." He remained still, the memory of Luscious enduring the pain of every spell in exsistance just to protect his own unborn surfaced in Tom's mind. After a display of that level of love, Tom suddenly found it unreasonable for any father to willing end the existence of his own child. He's seen the parents around him manipulate their children into 'fine' marriages and betrothals, seen them begin the necessary steps to forming their children into proper purebloods but he's never once seen any of them even hint at raising a hand (or wand) at their own child. He's ess-dropped on Bellatrix and Narsisca talking about how to train their own children. Even Bellatrix admitted that she wouldn't be able to raise a wand at her own child, she knew she was vicious and viper-quick, she could end up permanently damaging her own child without even trying. The two of them even made a pact, they would begin teaching their children all the spells they knew, offensive, defensive, useless and constructive, and then have either their husbands or an outside source (like a teacher at Hogwarts) instruct their children in the art of war.

If someone like Bellatrix, a woman not shy about blood and chaos, was incapable of harming her not-yet-created child, how could a father who had spent five years with his daughter turn around and kill her?

"...What's the point in telling me this?" His eyes focused on the reflection, just in time to watch his lover peak around the doorframe, wand in hand and ready. "Do you want to kill me? Vengeance for your daughter and unborn son?" That stopped Bellatrix, she retreated around the corner again, listening closely to the nurse's answer. He felt the woman's arm straighten as she seemed to prepare herself for a curse, perhaps she'll breath a forbidden curse. He could hear her breathing, choppy and broken, shuddering as she forced herself to breathe through the painful memories trying to suffocate her very being. The silence drowned on, he remained watching the reflection in the window, waiting for a movement from the woman he could barely see standing behind him.

In the end, she lowered her wand, he could feel it drawing down his back as her arm slowly drooped to her side. He turned slowly, keeping his eyes on the reflection before he was capable of making eye contact with the weeping mother. She had smooth auburn locks, long enough to be pulled back into a tight bun, her tear-stained eyes were doe-brown with long black eyelashes. Even her face was smooth and round, highlighting her large eyes and smooth cream skin; he doubted she was older than twenty-five. He performed his favorite non-verbal spell, entering her mind and shifting through her memories, seeing the face of her daughter and the man who killed her. Receiving the information he needed, he retreated out of the woman's mind, watching as she took in a deep steadying breath before shaking her head. He was satisfied that she never noticed his silent performance, the less she thought he knew the better.

"No," the woman whispered, "no I won't kill you. Because for every disease that gets cured, another even worse then it shall appear." She sniffed, slipping her wand up her sleeve where a simple spell would keep it in place until she needed it again. "I pray you never have a child sir," the woman whipped at her face, she knew she was going to die soon, might as well get it all out now. "No one deserves the agony of having to bury their child, not even a monster like you." he watched as she collapsed to her knees, curling in on herself as her memories consumed her, turning her into a sobbing wreck that could barely be called human. With the information he needed he turned on his heel and walked away, he knew from her memories that the woman was a natural born healer, she couldn't harm someone if she tried. She was never meant to harm or kill another being, it went against her very soul, so he would get the vengeance her heart cried out for. Tom stopped in the doorway, glancing back at the sobbing woman before looking at his lover. Bellatrix was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and her face screwed up in a thoughtful frown.

"I think you'd be a great dad," Bellatrix whispered, her mind distant as she thought. He couldn't help but to chuckle at her, that was the closest either of them have came to talking about a future between them.

"You're the only one," he shook his head and turned to go further down the hall. He didn't need to tell Bellatrix to know he would help the woman clean up and get her back to work. The nurse didn't harm him and he returned the favor in kind, that would be enough to keep Bellatrix in line until he returned for her. He approached Lucius's hospital room and watched as the blonde man struggled to push himself up, a glare and a raised hand had him settling back down on his bed.

"You're wife is well, so is your son," Tom said quickly, his mind racing as foreign memories surfaced in his mind. "Do you know anyone by the name of Nathaniel Dewayne Wray?"

The disgusted scowl on Lucius's face said yes

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