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Lord Voldemort was a very careful person. His plans, no matter how perfect they were, had at least two backups. When he made his Horcruxes he knew there was a possibility, no matter how small, that they could be destroyed. So he came up with a plan. He decided that he wanted an heir. An heir he could teach all of his magic to. An heir that would carry on in his place if the Dark Lord should happen to perish.
As soon as the several pieces of his soul were hidden, Voldemort began to put his backup plan into action. He was watchful of all of the women that he had control of. The Dark Lord did not want a careless, foolish, idiotic girl to bear him a child. He wanted a woman with great magic skill, that knew when to keep her mouth shut and be loyal. She also had to deserve it. This was an honor, carrying the future Dark Lord not something to be taken lightly. Then there was the matter of blood. The thought of lying with a witch with impure blood made Lord Voldemort shudder, even though he wasn't a Pureblood either.
So He waited and watched. He listened and tested. Then one night, after five months of looking, He decided.
The Dark Lord sat patiently in a dark green high back chair. There was a fire going casting an orange glow onto the stone walls and on the woman kneeling before him. He had picked her, out of all the others, to bear his heir. When he had proposed this to her, her face lit up and the joy she felt had caused her to become mute. "Well, Bellatrix, do you accept my proposal?" Lord Voldemort inquired after a few more moments of silence. The female took a breathe. "Yes, my Lord. I do accept this great honor that you have chosen to bestow upon me. I only hope…" The Dark Lord stopped her there. "A simply yes would have sufficed." He stood from his chair and motioned for Bellatrix to stand and follow him.
He walked out of the small drawing room, the dark haired woman closely behind him. Lord Voldemort had chosen her because of the fact that she was his most loyal female follower, her blood was pure, and she was gifted with great magic. Not as great as his, of course. He led her down a dimly lit corridor and into a completely dark room. Voldemort drew out his wand and lit the candles that framed the room. In the medium sized space was a queen sized four poster bed with dark green curtains enclosing it and a dark mahogany wardrobe, along with a few of Bellatrix's things that had been moved there in the past hour.
"You will be staying here during this whole affair. Before you become pregnant you will be free to come and go from the manor as you please. But during your pregnancy I expect you to postpone all trips and stay here. And do not disobey. Because even if you are carrying my child, I will punish you severely if you do not mind me." Here he took a breath before asking if she had any questions. "No my Lord," she said softly and walked over to her bed.
"Good. Then we shall start tonight, after dinner." The Dark Lord told her, before leaving her alone in her new living quarters.
Lord Voldemort walked into the dining area to find that Bellatrix was already sitting at the table. She had tamed her crazy hair and was wearing a dark blue stylish yet plain dress. Her heavy lidded eyes met his red ones when he sat down at the head of the table before quickly staring at her empty onyx black plate. The Dark Lord rapidly snapped his fingers and a dozen house elves appeared, struggling under huge platters of food.
Voldemort allowed his servants to serve the woman first before they served him. He watched as she took a bite out of her chicken leg. He thought he should start some form of conversation but had no idea what to talk about. What is there really to say to a woman you're about to impregnate?
After a long and awkward meal they both rose from the table and exited the dining room, heading toward Lord Voldemort's chamber. He entered first, going into the restroom. Bellatrix entered next, making a beeline for his huge bed. She stood beside it, not sure if He wanted her to undress herself or if he wanted to rip the clothes off her lean body.
He exited his bathroom, naked. He glared at Bellatrix, who was staring at his naked form in amazement. "Strip!" He barked at her and she rapidly complied. Voldemort climbed onto the bed and motioned for her to join him. Bellatrix layed down beside him, her eyes roaming his body. To some it might not be considered attractive but the Death Eater found it incredibly sexy, especially a certain part. Her hand floated toward his hardening member and grasped it. The Dark Lord moaned before throwing her hand off. This was to be strictly professional and no pleasure if possible.
It was quick, passionate less and even a little painful. Bellatrix loved every moment of it.
To her it was over to soon. For Lord Voldemort, the act had lasted longer than he had expected. He rolled off her and layed in bed, breathing rather heavily. "You...can...leave..now," He panted. The Dark Lord closed his eyes and felt her leave his bed, her feet making soft little noises as they connected to the stone floor. "Goodnight my Lord," Bellatrix murmured, closing the door quietly behind her.