Bellatrix Lestrange hid her pregnancy well. She wore loose pants and baggy robes, and so far it had worked for her. These past six month there wasn't even a hint of the possibility that anyone knew about her carefully harbored secret. Or at least that's what she thought.

She knew well enough, like all expectant mothers stuck between a rock and a hard place, to keep that little fact her dirty little secret. When that rock was the father of her child and the hard place the government, she, like all convicted criminals, knew she had better keep her pretty little mouth shut. When the father of her child is none other than The Dark Lord Voldemort himself and the government just so happens to be the United Kingdom's infamously corrupt Ministry of Magic, our dear Bella knew she had better think of something, and fast.

Bellatrix trudged purposely down Diagon ally. She hadn't the foggiest that someone was trailing her, watching her every move for interpretation and eventual disclosure to the Dark Lord. She had no idea that in the act of looking at pregnancy health supplement in a nameless apothecary would tip off her shadow to her arduous secret, the one she never bothered to enlighten The Dark Lord with, or anyone else for that matter. She had no clue that the clerk who eventually sold her the magical supplement was killed, leaving behind identical twin toddlers, a beautiful boy and a quiet girl with thick black hair and angelic blue eyes to wonder where dear daddy had gotten to… and a wife who loved him more than her very soul. No, she didn't know that, but we cant hold it against her, dear reader, just like we cant hold a grudge against a bird for singing, because that's what birds do. It's not like she killed him. We all knew it would come down to bloodshed when we started this sad tail, didn't we? None of us noticed the fact that the young witch in the quaint ice cream shop next door was also murdered after she sold our dearest Bella a scoop of specially made pastrami ice cream on a slice of wheat toast she whipped up for Bella when she recognized the signs of a secreted 'heavy belly'.

Bellatrix Lestrange was far too blissfully unaware, to damned sure of herself to notice the peculiarity of her sun-shiny surroundings and the path of destruction that marred the normally cheerful street following her like a cumbersome wraith. She was too excited about having the child she'd always dreamed of to notice the man with silvery blond hair that followed her, like a vulture after a dying gazelle. She would become very much as susceptible as a dyeing gazelle in but short month. Poor, poor Bellatrix.

She had no idea what was coming.