Given
"Honor me"
A/N: You see it so often where there is a daughter of Voldemort, attends Hogwarts, falls for Harry or Draco, and such. It's boring and not plausible. For some reason, they have eyes of strange hues and pet thestrals. They are Mary-Sue's goth cousin Mary-Jane. I thought I'd give it a shot and see if I can write a good story with this plot. Flames are welcome, just review!!!
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with JK's world. It isn't mine.
Onto white pages, dark locks flow like the ink scribed there. Beneath the hair, a pair of cool eyes watch me with admiration from a pale and noble face. A slender set of ivory hands turn to the next page every so often, but other than this, Bellatrix is no distraction.
Ordinarily, I do not even recall her presence, with my mind on more pressing issues. Usually, I have no need to consider her, but for months now I have debated a problem, which is not exactly that. Bellatrix would be the most obvious solution. Of them, she is most loyal, which is of great importance for this in particular, but has she the strength or wisdom?
I look to hearth where a roaring fire burns. My body is slower than something wholly alive, so it is the wont to become chill with ease, though I rarely get ill from it. It is likely uncomfortable for Bellatrix to remain in this chamber, attired as she is in velvet. It speaks of her dedication, yet does it speak too of her will or compliance?
"Bellatrix."
She parts the thick, dark hair obscuring her countenance to mildy gaze up at me from her place at the right of my chair. This small act reveals her reverence. Perhaps she will be rewarded one day. When I rule, perhaps Bellatrix and my other favorite pets will have a dais and lesser thrones near mine.
I smile slightly, so Bellatrix smiles, wan lips turning skyward only so much as she dares. "Would you honor me, and do for me a certain task?"
"Anything you ask of me, my lord, I shall complete to the fullest of my skill."
"You remember the prophecy I sent you to obtain?"
"Yes, my lord." she says, ashamed. I realize that this recent defeat ails them all, and so they must not forget that they failed me.
"We know it speaks of my end, and how it should come about."
"Yes." She still does not comprehend. Why cannot she think as I do?
"In my absence, I believe at least some of you will carry on."
Bellatrix is among them, and this is one reason for her being so useful. It is foolishness to trust my Death Eaters, but if ever I need choose, Bellatrix would be my decision. Her loyalty is to me alone. It is troublesome at times, for she seeks guidance too often, or attempts to please me, but takes unneessary risks to do so.
Others of equal importance, such as Lucius, are loyal to the cause and to the promise of power. If I were slain, Bellatrix would seek to avenge me while Lucius would not hesitate to find someone to take my place. It is those who allow me to be aware and cautious.
"Indeed."
"However, you will need one to lead you, will you not?'
"We will, my lord." she replies, cool eyes sparking with intense interest as she begins to understand the underlying point.
"I would not have just anyone do this, nor would I choose any from my followers; it is a risk too great."
"Then who will be your heir?"
"Someone who is no threat to me."
"Who, my lord, do you speak of?" she asks, not impatiently, but anxiously, excitedly, avidly.
"A child."
"Which child, my lord?"
"Mine."
She blinks and the faint indications of a smile mark her visage as she waits for me to elaborate. Those dainty, white hands twist and untwist in her lap, anticipating my next declaration.
"I would have you bear this child, if you will."
She opens her mouth to agree, but I raise a hand and her lips close once again at my command. That is one liability, her eagerness.
"You must contemplate this earnestly, Bellatrix."
"I mean not to doubt you, my lord, but how can this be done?" she inquires innocently enough. It is amusing, but I do not laugh or smile.
"Not by the common method, but magic can end a life and magic is able to create life. The spell needed for this demands a strong spirit and sacrifice."
Ready to agree this time, she takes a breath and says rather, remembering she is to do so only after deep thought "What is it I am to sacrifice?"
"We will not know until the magic is done. Are you willing?"
"I will think on it, as you bade me to do."
"Thank you." I say hollowly, allowing her to assume what she will from that."
"I am glad to please and honor you."