Ophelia Lestrange - Daughter of Death

A/N: Okay, I've had this in my head since I was about ten or eleven. I started writing it when I was about twelve (before I'd even heard of fan-fic). I was just writing it for the fun of it, because it was so there in my head. I've got a lot of ideas in my head, and a few chapters already written. I'm not sure how fast updates will be, as I've got a few other fics going at the same time, but hopefully new chapters will be up pretty quick, especially early ones. Warning: there will be Bellamort. :D But, most of the story will take place inside and around Hogwarts, so they'll be lots for all. :P Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you really think I'd have killed Bellatrix?

Chapter One

Bellatrix Lestrange walked as fast as she could. She just needed to tell her Lord the news; but not all of it - that would surely get her killed. She arrived at where he was staying for the night, hardly believing the news herself. She knocked on the door twice. No answer; she knocked again. It wasn't like her Lord to keep her waiting. Then, the door opened, but no one was there. She entered, supposing that he was sitting down and had opened the door with his wand. "My Lord?" she cried out.

"I was not expecting you tonight, Bella," said Lord Voldemort as he sat in his chair by the fire. "What do you want?"

"I just have some, er…something to tell you," said Bella uncertainly.

Bellatrix almost had to fight a tear as she gave Voldemort the news, something she had never had to do before; but she had never not told her Lord the whole truth before.

He paced around the room as he shook his head. He didn't want this, neither did she, he was sure. This was one thing that he could not let happen, lose his best Death Eater. He relied on her to stop the other Death Eaters from making a mess of the whole thing. She was the most loyal, the most faithful. Without her, he would be in desperate need of another just as loyal - which was very hard to come by. Well, he wouldn't let it happen. He would refuse her sympathy and expect continued devotion in return. But still, the shock was extreme. Even Lord Voldemort hadn't seen that one coming.

"No," he said. "You can't be pregnant, it just isn't possible."

"But I am, and it is," replied Bellatrix, feeling foolish: she had expected a hint of joy or happiness. A hint of understanding?

"Fine," said Voldemort coldly. "Well, it will not be allowed to get in the way of your duties." He never once thought of what the truth could be - where the secret and importance really lay.

"No, um, not at all, I'll still be your top..." she paused before she uttered the word that she hated more than anything, "...servant," said Bellatrix.

It would be fine, she said to herself; it would be perfectly alright. Maybe she would even enjoy being a mother. It would just be like looking after a puppy, except she found it easy to hurt puppies. She did not have the patience for them, they were just a waste of space, like babies. And it wouldn't just be for ten years or so - it would be for life. She would be expected to look after this kid until one of them died. However, she was one of the most powerful witches around, surely she would find it easy to take care of a child? Oh, God, what was she saying? She was Bellatrix Lestrange, she couldn't be a mother, it wasn't in her nature!

"Well, then you'll just have to find it in your nature, because it's happening," smirked Voldemort, momentarily getting over the problem of the situation. "But I don't know what Rodolphus will say, he doesn't seem the type to want a child."

She sighed impatiently; she had forgotten that he could read her thoughts so easily when she was worrying. When she was working for him nowadays she didn't see him as often, much too much work to do. A pity, really.

"Oh, Rodolphus has always wanted to be a father so he'll be thrilled. He's always had this vision of us having a large family, all working for you, which is what they would have to do if they were our children. They wouldn't be allowed to do anything else," smiled Bella, imagining a large group of Lestranges, all fighting for the Dark Lord. Perhaps, if that happened, it wouldn't be so bad after all?

"Well, there's so much I don't know about the Lestranges," sneered Voldemort.

Bellatrix nodded, keeping her thoughts away from that subject. "But, my Lord..."

"Yes, Bella?" asked Voldemort impatiently.

She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him more than anything. What wouldn't she give just to run into his arms and announce that...

"I must leave." Restraint hurt almost as much as knowing.

*****

"No, this is something I have to do alone. I can't have any help from anyone. It's...well, it's almost personal to me. I see it as a challenge."

"What, killing a baby?" smirked Bellatrix.

"He is supposed to be the one person who could ever even attempt to defeat me. It's better to kill him young, that way he will be less of a threat to me older. Anyway, don't you have the new family member to look after?" asked Voldemort.

"Rodolphus could look after her, and it's not for ages until you carry the plan out. There'll be plenty of time to find someone to look after her!" argued Bella, talking about her daughter. (No maternity leave for a death eater!)

"Oh, so it's a girl," said Voldemort, changing the subject. "Can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed, I always thought that you would have a boy."

"Hmm, me too. Still, it was always going to be difficult, whatever it was," sighed Bellatrix.

"Now now, Bella," said Voldemort. "That's a future Death Eater. Best to treat her right, make sure she's up to scratch. Anyway, what have you called her?"

"Well, I liked the name Ophelia, but Rodolphus wants her to be called Druella, after my mother, but I never liked that name," said Bellatrix, sighing.

"No, I don't like that name either, but I do like Ophelia," said Voldemort, as he sorted out his plans for future world domination.

"Yes, I think I shall win him over with that," thought Bella out loud, which, when you're around Voldemort, you might as well do anyway - he could read your mind as if you were speaking. "He was always weak with things such as this." It was true, he always did what she wanted. She guessed that it was the fact that, in a duel, she could always win hands down. Or maybe it was the fact that he loved her, but every time she tried to persuade him he was reminded of the fact that she could never love him back, and that hurt him. So he let her have what she wanted. Maybe that could help her to love him a little bit more.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe you could bring her to show me, I would like to see her," asked Voldemort, intrigued by the new addition to the pack.

"Yes, of course, see you tomorrow," frowned Bella.

A/N: So, what did you all think??? You may think that Bella's a little OOC, but you've got to remember: Voldy's her weakness. Anyway, you know that little button down there? Yeah, if you press it, it will rain candy!! Okay, maybe it won't, but you'll get a lovely reply from me and I'll be exceedingly happy!!!! :D Thanks!