Heiress of Slytherin

WARNING: I am rewriting this. The chapters posted, today, October 07, 2015 are the only chapters currently in existence. I do have a plan for this story. However, I work full-time and also attend full-time classes at university so I am VERY short on time to write. Neither this nor my story Living Again are abandoned, but updates could take years in between.

Summary: Post Deathly Hallows. Non-epilogue compliant. From July until March, Bellatrix is missing from action. Where was she for those long nine months? And who is the Heiress of Slytherin?

Rating: T for potential language and violence.

Chapter 1: A Failing and A Miracle

July 27, 1997

The death eaters congregated around their master. Many were injured, but they ignored their injuries in favor of the Dark Lord. Tonight had been a failure. The Potter brat had escaped again.

"What happened?!" the Dark Lord fumed, "Why does Potter still evade me?"

Getting no response from the group, he screamed with wrath and cast the cruciatus curse on one of his followers at random. The masked man bit back his screams as he twitched on the floor. Bellatrix nearly squealed in excitement. Oh, how she loved a good torture even if it was one of their own. To her disappointment however, her dratted brother-in-law strode forward kneeling at their master's feet.

"Please, my lord. There were too many. We couldn't tell which of the Potters was real My Lord. They must have been warned we would come."

"Warned?! How could they have been warned?! Are my followers not loyal?!" their lord screamed. The death eaters all began to claim their loyalty profusely pleading with the Dark Lord that they could not have betrayed him. Seemingly annoyed, the Dark Lord screamed, "Enough! Get out of my sight! All of you!"

Most did not hesitate to leave at this command, but Bellatrix knew better. It had been such a long night after all. Lazily she waved her husband off. He knew by now not to question her in this regard. Though, to be honest, she thought him relieved. He had never bed her. He found the thought disturbing. For many years, Bellatrix had resented this. She was a Black after all. How could her parents have married her off to a poof? Could she not have done better? She could. She knew she could, because she had. Disappointed in her husband, she had turned elsewhere. Her Lord had been so handsome once. She remembered clearly the first time that she saw him; Ebony black hair and the deepest, darkest eyes she had ever seen. She had fallen in love with him from the moment she'd laid eyes on him. It was no lie that she was his most faithful of followers. She would never, could never, betray the man that she loved. And so, on this night, she alone knew exactly what her Lord required. Loosening her robes, she strode forward. She began as she always did toying and playing, coaxing him to relax. As she did so, his features softened. He looked to her for the first time since the failed attack. "Are you injured?" he asked; a question he reserved for her alone, a question that proved his love to her.

"No My Lord," she purred brushing her lips against his, but he would not be distracted this night.

"You lie," he said pushing her robes aside to display a deep gash in her side, "You need a healer."

Knowing better than to argue, she conceded, and a healer was brought forth. She was annoyed with herself. Why had she not dodged the stupid curse? Oh, how she longed to be alone with her love, and now her lord would not oblige. The healer tutted about in the most annoying of fashions casting diagnostic spells all the while. Why she needed so many spells for such a simple gash, she had no idea, and it annoyed her to no end. Suddenly, the healer let out a gasp. "Oh, my dear! Congratulations," the healer said smiling furiously all the while, "Won't your husband be so pleased; A baby, an heir at last, and after so many years." Now it was her turn to gasp.

"A baby? What do you mean a baby?" she asked the healer furiously.

"Why, just what I've said Madame Lestrange. In a few months' time, you're going to be a mother!" the healer said practically screeching with excitement, "I'd say you were due around the end of February or the first of March by the looks of it."

Bellatrix gazed upon the beaming face of the healer with shock. 'A baby? A baby?!' She knew this information could mean only one thing. She was pregnant, and Lord Voldemort was the father.