rebooting the story with an acual goal in mind. so yeah i think it will acually happen now yay
August, 1978
The hairs on Miranda Potter-Black's neck stood up. She quickly set her daughter, Valeria, down as she went to do a quick check just to make sure everything was fine.
Something was defiantly outside.
She quietly cursed herself for not going with Sirius to visit her brother and his wife, for not changing locations sooner. But this had been the first place that could almost pass for a home.
Wand at the ready, she walked to open the door.
Boom! The door flew open, and Miranda caught only a glance of Bellatrix Lestrange before she was blinded by a flash of green light.
Bellatrix moves toward the stairs ready to rid her family of her blood traitor cousin, Sirius. "Oh Sirius! Guess who I just killed!" She lets out her signature crackle and is responded with a child's cry instead of a curse.
Pursuing her dear cousin is out she grins. Things were about to get interesting and fast. She skipped upstairs till she found the source of the mewls, a baby girl. She leaned in as the babe tried to grab her. Something . . . something in Bellatrix stirred as she picked up the child. She would later claim it to be simply opportunity, yet all she could think of in that moment were the murdered healers' words. She could-would never have children. Not that she cared about procreating. Still she couldn't. Didn't have a choice.
Her lips curled. A glace around the room informed her that the child's name was Valeria. Her child's name. A child raised to serve the dark lord. To restore honor to the Black name.
Yes, that would work very well indeed.