This suddenly came into my head a few nights ago, and it instantly went down on paper.

I think you need to understand the way I play Bellatrix and Rodolphus before reading. There is no love between them, but there something more that holds them together. They understand one another and the trust between the couple in strong. Lust and desire also plays a large part, but truly they need one another for power and the chance to grow strong in the world.

Either way, they would never want to be apart from one another.

The layout of this page is also different. The italics are Rodolphus' own little notes – like some sort of parchment diary, I guess. It will appear in every chapter just to let us know what is going on within his own clever head before jumping back into the story.

So, without any more boring text from me – enjoy!

You'd think most married couples would be overjoyed at the thought of a child being blessed into a strong family.

Me and my wife are not 'most married couples.'

The thought of a child growing within her powerful body chills us both, sending horrid shivers down our spines. We have no need for such a creature. Children were never wanted.

Alas, we have been punished.

Such a creature now grows in the pit of her womb, feasting off her collected energy and strength.

Believe me when I say we have both tried, with all our might and power, to rid ourselves of this horrifying problem. Spells have been cast and ancient words whispered in hope that the animal inside will be destroyed.

Yet that same problem still remains. It seems my stupid wife has been with child for a few passing months. Not once did she bother to inform me, or even take care to the matter that she hadn't bled for weeks on end. Of course there were no signs of her being pregnant, not emotionally – Bellatrix has always been a moody bitch, hormones have nothing to do with it.

Now we must live with the burden of knowing we shall become parents and Bellatrix will soon have to give birth.

There is no happiness or joy.

We shall not be reduced to being a close family. We're pure bloods, focused on killing and power. I refuse to love that child.

.x.x.x.

The living room was just as dark as it always had been – no natural sunlight was allowed in, and was kept out by the thick dusty curtains.

In the corner was a single large candle. It floated around in the smoke filled air that drifted up from the roaring amber fire. Two leather arm chairs were placed either side of the fire place, the strong material reflecting the dancing flames. In one sat a woman, her dark curls of hair tumbling down the sides of her pale face.

Both of her haunting shallow eyes focused of the fire till they became dry. For once in her life Bellatrix Lestrange didn't know what to say. Words refused to leave her mouth or roll off her tongue. It was like a horrid curse bound on her by dark magic.

She was carrying a child deep in the comforts of her womb – a baby. Her slender back tingled at the thought. Such a witch had no need for offspring. How would she fight in battle or serve her Master? There was no way she'd give up such a noble duty for something as petty as a child. A life time of training and hard work would not be destroyed in a mere few months.

To make matters worse the young witch's family seemed thrilled and proud at the mention of a Lestrange child, which would do doubt to grow up to be a talented Death Eater. Narcissa, the youngest of the Black sisters, had hugged Bella so tightly the dark haired witch threatened to kill the little bimbo on the spot. Even Bellatrix's mother, Druella, had passed on kind words – that had been the first time Bella had ever heard such words fall from those dry, thin lips.

Snapping out of such thoughts Bellatrix rolled her smouldering eyes and leant back into the deep seated chair. A fucking child! It made her blood boil. This thing had to be removed.

With a blink, her eyes moved down. With her outer corset removed a now visible bump could be seen sprouting from her stomach. First she had to think of the bloody child within her and now she had to look at it! Vile creature.

"Still sulking?"

A new voice rung around the once quiet room, snapping the tense silence that drifted through the fire's smoke and smog. Bellatrix's head snapped up, her black curls of hair collapsing to her thin shoulders.

"Yes." She simply replied, her eyes never leaving the figure in the doorway. "Just like you are. We didn't want this after all, Rodolphus."

As the flames of the fire suddenly bloomed back into life, Rodolphus Lestrange's handsome face and carved figure now came into view, the dark shadows around him thrown back against the wall by the new burst of light. The lines on his etched face deepened as he moved forward, drawing nearer to his wife with each solid step.

"For once in your little life you must stop gloating. There is work to be done, Bella. We must not keep our minds on such a matter." Of course Rodolphus lied. His own mind was filled with the thought of a child they didn't want. How would they take charge of one?

At those demanding words Bellatrix's face flushed with anger. "Push it aside? Are you as stupid as you look, you thick skulled troll? How can I just forget that I have this monster growing in my womb? I will be worthless to the Dark Lord and being kept in this house hold to care of a baby will drive me insane! I have no wish for this horrid mistake, husband."

Rodolphus moved, once again, to tower over his pregnant wife. He looked just as angered as she was. There was no way his pathetic wife could make this out to be his entire fault. This sob story wouldn't work on him.

"Well then, you shouldn't have been so blind and stupid! This matter is your mistake, you silly little girl. Now we're forced to take charge of this thing because of your lack of care. This is all your fault."

A Black would never stand for this, and Bellatrix was more than that. Such a wife would not take abuse and spiteful words from a man so worthless and beneath her.

"My fault?" The witch sprung up from her chair, her shrieks echoing around the bottom floor of their large Manor. Her locks of wild hair danced around her shoulders and twisted down her back. "This is as much my fault as it is yours. Perhaps mummy didn't tell you about the birds and the bees, ickle Roddy, but these things usually tend to happen when a male is involved too."

Neither of the Lestrange's dare blame this on hormones. No, this was a fight of pure rage and violent words. If Bellatrix wasn't carrying their child no doubt spells would be flying around the dim room by now, not stopping till one of them was on the floor screaming in pain.

Yet the smoky air made them pause. There was nothing that could be done about it time. It was time to face that sickening fact.

"I'm going to sleep." Without another word Bellatrix escaped the room, her black dress whipping at her booted ankles as she disappeared from view.

.x.x.x.

Now my wife lies in our bed chambers, her head nestled against the warmth of a silk pillow.

I am ashamed to say I watched her for awhile, in that peaceful slumber, as her slightly rounded stomach pushed against the thin material of the black nightdress wrapped firmly around her thin body. I feel as if this child is taking her away, like she might disappear at any moment and leave me on my own. I despise my weakness. Bellatrix is the only person I dare trust and not even our own child will steal that from me. She is the only pure thing I can truly call my own.

We must now sleep knowing, that with each passing night, will bring our child closer to our dark little world.