A/N: I know that I mostly write Hinny stories (favorite ship) but this story was inspired by a roleplay session, and I just loved it. Anyways, apart from this I don't think that I'll write another ship than Harry/Ginny or maybe canon. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
A great of deal of screaming was coming from the inside of the little cottage by the forest. Then it stopped. A few seconds ticked by, in which the only thing that could be heard was the heavy rain and thunder, and then it started again. About half a minute later the screams stopped, then started again. This was repeated several times before it all went quiet. Right when a lightning bolt illuminated the skies and the earth, the small cry of a baby was heard.
Inside the cottage, a woman with brown hair and shocking blue eyes held a new-born to her chest. Her forehead was shinning with sweat in the dim candle light. Her cheeks were now wet with tears of joy and fear. The baby opened his little eyes to look at her, and she gasped.
She had expected for her baby to have the usual blue that most babies have when they're born, but they were just as blue as hers. She noticed, with some sadness, that this seemed to be the only trait that he had inherited from her. It was clear that, apart from that, this child was the exact replica of his father. There was no difference between them, except the age. She was thankful, though, that he looked like his father had looked before he became completely evil.
"What's his name?" A woman to her right side whispered.
"Jonas," the new mother replied.
"Are you going to go into hiding?" Her sister asked.
"No, he would find us anyways," she said while she began to breastfeed the newborn. "It's too risky. He already knows that I'm supposed to give birth sometime this week."
"Shall I inform him?"
"It's for the best."
Her sister moved towards the only window in the room, where an owl, as dark as the night, was perched. She conjured a piece of parchment with her wand and summoned a quill and some ink. She scribbled something and then tied the note to the owl's leg. She opened the window to let the owl out, and lingered there for a moment before closing it and returning to the side by her sister's bed.
"It is done," she whispered.
"Then all we have to do now is wait," the other woman said with a sigh, looking at her baby with a sad face.
"My Lord," a man whose face was covered with a mask said. "An owl has arrived for you."
"Bring me the note, Lucius," another said.
Lucius tore the letter from the owl and let it fly away from the open window. He strode fast to where his master was sitting and handed the parchment to him. He took it without hesitation and began to read. After a few seconds of silence, he looked up smiling a scary smile.
"I've received some good news, Lucius, but before you ask, no, I'm not going to share them with you," said Lord Voldemort.
A/N: So, what do you think? R&R.