The Half-Blood Princess
Companion to Harry Potter and the Unprecedented Situations
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I own the Harry Potter characters or franchise.
Warning: Story contains sexual innuendos, death, and mature language.
Beta: The completely lovely and amazing WeasleySeeker, no one compares to her.
Chapter One
Her majesty is born
Bellatrix's POV:
Joy. Such a strange feeling when it comes from something you haven't even met yet. Such a powerful emotion when you consider the lack of it you have had in your life. The only joy I felt prior to my blessing is when I inflicted pain on lesser beings. I was content, I suppose, when I married Rodolphus, and he manages to keep me content physically and emotionally. My Lord makes me roar in excitement and power, but not joy.
Fluttering kicks in my womb are the only joy I have in between my slaughters, and I take comfort in the fact my child will serve my as his successor on the off chance that he should fall once more. The men glare and scoff at my condition, but I know they're only jealous that The Dark Lord chose me over their wives for such an important role. My Lord treats me far better then the rest; his amber eyes glow with pride and curiosity every time I join his side.
My elegant gown clings to my bloated torso as I curiously stroke my womb. I never expected to be a mother, children normally irk me, but the fact that my child has a noble future brightens my perspective immensely. I would even dare to say that I care for it, and almost to the point of love or obsession. Love is something I never expected to experience, and I wonder why now. Why does it take for me to be with child for me to feel compassion for a life?
I adore Rodolphus immensely, his slightly less psychotic personality and ability to control himself balances my impulsive and demonic personality. I never loved him though. Our relationship is one of close friendship, with physical and emotional ties woven through as we consented to our arranged marriage. My relationship with my Lord is an obsession and power driven. He knows how much I crave to prove my worth, and he appreciates my loyalty. Our sex is emotionless, unlike the crazed nights I spend with my husband. Rodolphus brings out my inner slag, no pun intended.
I cradle my stomach as intense pain ripples up my spine, causing my body to freeze. Gritting my teeth, I release a surprised chuckle as I count the minutes between this one and my last one. Five minutes apart. It's real. I pant, unbelieving, as I shout for a house elf.
A scrawny mouse of an elf pops into my chambers, her ears lowered as her voice quivers. Grinning despite my discomfort, I briefly admire my work in inspiring terror.
"Yes, Mistress?" she squeaks.
"Fetch me Rodolphus, the Dark Lord and Cissy. NOW!" I growl, my lips pulling back in a snarl as she trembles, vanishing with a puff of smoke. Caressing my hardened torso, I busy myself imagining the sex and secretly hoping for a girl. I want a strong female that will inspire and terrify, prove that women could be powerful, even more than men.
The first person to enter my room is Cissy. Her tired features are slightly alarmed as she rushes to my side.
"How bad are the contractions?" she wonders, as she checks my vitals and perches herself into position at the foot of my bed.
"You know my high pain tolerance, it's manageable. Undeniably better than Crucio," I manage to joke, enjoying the twitch of a smile on her lips. I may despise her marriage to Malfoy, but she is the only person of my blood that has remained loyal to me.
"We shall see how tolerant you remain," she teases quietly, looking at me for permission as she conjures and slips on a pair of sterile gloves. "I need to check your dilation, Bella."
I nod, widening my legs for her. She pushes back my skirts, muttering something about "Excessive style" as she briefly prods around. Pulling back, her face is impressed as she studies me with a Healer's curiosity.
"Nearly fully dilated. I assume you sent that terrified house elf to fetch Rodolphus and the Dark Lord?" Her voice is curious, with a hint of distaste. I know she wishes the child was my husband's by blood. I know she finds it distasteful that another man fathered the child, even if it is our Lord.
"Of course Cissy," I assure her, my breath hitching as another strong contraction hits. My fingers press into the bed sheets as I hiss; the contraction becomes long and surprisingly painful. Very few things make me express pain, I hated showing weakness.
"Bloody hell…" I growl, my voice betrays my surprise as it slowly dulls. "If we could recreate this, it could be a formable weapon…" I observe, bracing myself for the next one. Cissy laughs, amused, her eyes smug.
"I warned you," Cissy breathes as she checks my dilation again. Much to my amusement, Rodolphus enters, his face slowly morphing from passive to alarmed.
"The Dark Lord wishes to be updated as soon as the child is birthed, he is far to busy to observe," he relays to me, his voice tinged with bitterness as he notices my distress at the news. Concerned, he strokes my hair tenderly, and I almost feel bad for my lack of love towards him. Regret about love? Towards my husband? What's happening to me? I ponder, flinching as I feel pressure in my pelvis.
"Push, Bella," Cissy mutters, looking at me expectantly. Grabbing Rodolphus' hand, I press my nails into his palm as I push.
Twenty Minutes later
I'm a mother…. holy shit! I laugh, amused, ignoring my discomfort as I hold her to my breast, feeling smug about the fact that she largely takes after my looks, and that I got the daughter I hoped for. I nuzzle Rodolphus tiredly as we wait for the arrival of her father. Cissy looks pleased, her light blonde hair sticking to her forehead as she watches me attempt to bond with my daughter.
Aurora is silent, her face pressed to my exposed breast as she nurses greedily. The pull of milk is slightly annoying, but I occupy myself with acquainting myself to her looks and quirks. She smells like a baby, the oddly "new" scent that all babies have tickles my nose and I withhold the urge to press my nose into her skin. Her silence is slightly comforting, and I'm terribly glad that she seems to be relaxed with me. Her complete trust and dependence on me is unnerving, and I am not quite sure how to feel about it. Black hair sticks up on her head, as her pale skin is slightly flustered with a lively blush. Her long, thick eyelashes brush her cheeks, as she nuzzles my skin. I find myself curious about her eyes. Will they match mine as well?
The doors fling open and her father strides in, his face only betraying his curiosity. Voldemort situates himself at my side, his cold skin grazing my arm, causing goosebumps. He observes her. His eyes harden slightly as we inform him that the child is a girl, but he brightens at the name I chose.
"Aurora… very regal. I suggest we keep her a secret from our enemies… I already made everyone make an Unbreakable Vow to keep her existence a secret, and I expect your sister and husband to do the same. I'm not concerned with you though, I trust you know to keep this quiet." He pauses, his ruby eyes gleaming into mine for confirmation. I nod, and he seems pleased, glancing at her for a long while.
"She takes after you, lovely Bellatrix…" He seems pleased about this as well, his lip twitching slightly as Aurora opens her eyes. Her bright red irises surprise us all, as Rodolphus, Cissy, and I gasp. Voldemort looks smug and pleased. Removing himself from my side, he takes his leave, briefly pausing at the doorway.
"I expect you to raise her respectably. I want weekly updates on her condition, but I can not be involved in her life as much as I should be. I am very busy; and I have no time for her that I can spare." He hisses with seriousness, before exiting.
"I love you Bella…" Rodolphus murmurs and I only nod, allowing Cissy to remove Aurora from my breast to be burped as I drift into much needed sleep.
AN: I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Aurora's life! Next is toddler Aurora and Voldemort's reaction to her meeting him for the first time. Sheev is introduced as well.