Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of either Harry Potter or The Lion King...
So, long story short, when I saw the 'Random Word' I'd been given...there really was no other alternative but this plot.
Prompt: Bellatrix/Mufasa. [Lion King]. 'Glockenspiel'. No Preference. Anything Goes.
Musical Malady
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It had been a tough choice after he'd graduated, University Study… or Taking over the World?
There had been many arguments for and against both options… but in the end, they knew they'd made the right choice. Gazing adoringly upwards to where their grown son was cackling maniacally upon the top of a building where once Pride Rock had stood –now a thriving metropolis and subsequent monument to his own evil- hands raised to the sky, lightning flashing dramatically behind.
"Oh, my Dark King, did you ever think it would be so… beautiful?" Bellatrix whispered quietly to her husband and mate, Scar. He rumbled low in his chest, the darkest version of a pleased purr he had managed to date… she absently stroked his black mane… "Indeed, my dear… but we always knew he was destined for greatness." He laughed wryly, "I shall never forget the delicious look of betrayal on young Simba's face when his beloved cousin turned on him that day… ensuring the succession to Pride Rock was sundered. Nor the horrified expressions of the animals as the poachers came, ah yes, so very sweet… Not unlike his mother…" Scar whispered seductively.
She giggled girlishly, "Oh you…" Lightning flashed through her dark eyes, highlighting and heightening her maddened beauty… swirling winds gusted about and snatched at her long curls… so like those that flowed from the crown of their dear child's head. Soft downy fur covered his skin, but the body was humanoid, apart from a rather conspicuous tail that poked from under his black robes. Eyes of amber with feline slits for pupils, gazed across his new Kingdom, then looked down to them…
Bellatrix and Scar nodded their approval… and his tail waggled in the excitement of a child who had done something well and pleased his parents; the young man, a Dark Lord who would tear this world apart and re-make it in their own image, crowed his glory to the skies and used his wand –twelve and a half inches of Hawthorne with unicorn hair core, slightly springy- to cast a roaring lion in the sky. One that looked suspiciously like his father…
He apparated down to stand by before them, "Oh mother, father…did you ever imagine it would be so glorious? Can you believe it…? The world will fall, Potter and his friends are dead, and everything is in our favour now… no one can stop us!" he crowed, then looked slightly sheepish…
Scar seemed to understand what was about to be said and nudged Bellatrix; she frowned, but listened as her son spoke his mind. "Mother… I thank you for the name you gifted me with, but I must confess… it may be difficult to instill fear in those inferior to us…if I am known as 'Dark Lord Glockenspiel'…perhaps we could discuss an alternative?" Glockenspiel shuffled, like a child who had been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
Bellatrix blinked in surprise, she had found it a charming name at the time and could not see anything wrong with her choice. "Oh… Blast it, I *knew* I should have gone with *Elvendork*…"
Glockenspiel considered the alternative and turned to his father, "Dad, how about I let you name me…?"
The End.
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