A/N Hey there lovely readers! Welcome to the very beginning of my Dark Dynasty Trilogy! I'm so excited to finally be writing this as I've spent months really focusing on this story and how I want it to go, as well as what order I wanted to to write the three stories in. i'm so excited and really wanted to get this little teaser up, but I can't promise a consistent upload schedule, my goal is at least one chapter a week though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, this series is VERY dark, we're dealing with an AU here, and expect more OOC as the series progresses.
As always, thanks for reading! 3
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Lord Voldemort studied the woman and infant quietly, his dark eyes expressionless and his face carefully neutral. This was not the first time he had gotten a woman pregnant, but other one had not survived long enough after announcing the news to him to share with anyone else. Mallory Montmorency smiled up at him tiredly, she had delivered the baby just the day before last and had been immediately ordered to Wiltshire with their child. He was told it had been a rough journey from Dijon, but Voldemort was not the type to answer summons, he gave them.
As he stood there, silent and staring, the plain faced witch wilted into the pillows. Childbirth had been unkind, and the Dark Lord found himself wondering just what it was he had originally seen to make him take her as his concubine. Truthfully, had it not been for her impeccable pedigree he would never have spared her a thought. As it was, he had very nearly forgotten her when he took his second concubine, Bellatrix Lestrange, slightly older but so eager to serve.
The infant yawned, and Voldemort's attention was drawn to her. She was tiny and had a layer of brown fuzz covering her skull. Mallory, her mother, hugged her closer and cooed at the baby, tapping lightly on her nose. She looked to him and asked, "would you like to hold her, my Lord?"
Voldemort turned away from his daughter and her mother, towards Bellatrix, "dispose of them both." The woman was smart enough to realize that the same would happen to her should she fall pregnant, he could see the understanding in her eyes, along with a bloodthirsty gleam. With glee, Bellatrix swept forward, brandishing her wand and taking aim at the other woman as Voldemort left the room.
A baby was a liability, and he would not let a child be his downfall.