Summary: On that fateful Halloween night the killing curse killed both Voldemort and Harry Potter. Unfortunately while Bellatrix Lestrange was investigating the scene, her 1 year old son tagged along. When the Ministry officials found Bellatrix and her baby son at the murder site, they immediately assumed that the child was Harry Potter and that Bellatrix was trying to finish the work of the Dark Lord. Thus, Bellatrix's son, Dacien Lestrange, grows up as the Boy Who Lived.
Disclaimer: Noooo! I don't own Harry Potter… sniffles
The small cottage glowed with green light. Then it was dark.
On the front lawn, a dozen dark cloaked figures waited, unseen, for their master's triumph. But after a few silent moments they started to murmur apprehensively.
"Is it over?"
"Is the child dead yet?"
The ensemble of dark figures waited anxiously for a few more minutes before starting to panic.
"Where is he?"
"you don't think…."
"Ministry…"
An irritated curly haired woman pushed her way to the front of the crowd.
"Quiet you dim witted fools! Did you forget our master's orders? We are his guard, we protect him."
Then her eyes narrowed and her voice turned icy.
"Or.. have you forgotten where your loyalties are supposed to lay…"
Her accusing glare swept over the cloaked figures maliciously and without further ado, she swept into the house.
Bellatrix Lestrange paused a bit before entering the living room. The whole house emitted an ominous feeling, a feeling that positively screamed that something bad was going to happen. The place once must have been a cozy and cheery home, full of love and laughter. Now it was wrecked and grim. It was obvious that there had been a fight here. Broken shards of glass littered the floor and the wooden wall was split and charred. Feathers from blown up pillows wafted in the air and wooden chips were everywhere. Bellatrix turned and tripped over something cold and stiff. James Potter glared up at her, his hazel eyes glazed and unseeing, blood tricking down his twisted face.
"Finally got what you deserved Potter!"
Cackling, Bellatrix kicked his body aside and strode into a promising looking room that had its door blown off it hinges. Then she screamed.
The room was relatively neat and orderly except for the pile of wooden wreckage in the door way and the three dead bodies. One was of a pretty red haired woman, her mouth open, and her emerald eyes glazed and pleading. One was of a child, an innocent baby who shared the woman's bright green eyes. But Bellatrix's shocked eyes were drawn to the last body. All that was left of it was a pile of black robes.
"Master!"
Bellatrix whipped a knife out of her purse with one hand and clutched her wand with the other. Flinging her purse away, she leaped across the floor to the pile of robes that was the Dark Lord.
"My lord... my lord!"
But inside the robes, there was nothing. The Dark Lord was gone.
Fire erupted out of Bellatrix's wand in her fury. Roaring in grief and anger, she turned her wand on the already dead Harry Potter.
"Crucio, CRUCIO! SECTUMSEMPRA!"
Bellatrix was not innocent from the prophecy. She as the Dark lords most trusted. She knew who had caused this.
"INCENDIO!" And the bloody body burst into flames and was gone.
Suddenly there was a small wail, the wail of a baby. Bellatrix froze, her eyes wide. Harry Potter was dead… so… Her eyes roamed the room like that of a startled deer and fell on the wailing purse.
"no.."
Shocked, she stumbled across the room and unclasped the purse. It couldn't be… but it was.
A small one year old child tumbled into her arms. Ashe landed, his cries stopped abruptly and he started to giggle.
"DACIEN LESTRANGE! MUMMY SAID YOU COULDN'T!"
But her anger faded at the sight of his puppy eyes and her heart melted.
He was her 1 year old baby, her son, Dacien Lestrange. Even as a chubby baby, he had the slighter build of her cousin Regulus and her unruly black locks. His mischievous face resembles that of her uncle Alphard, and the only hint of his being a Lestrange was his eyes. He had her nonloving force husbands grass green eyes. Otherwise, he was a pure Black.
Bellatrix took her child, her Dacien into her arms and pinched his cheeks firmly. Frowning, she examined a fresh lightning shape cut on his forehead that he had probably gotten from the knife in her bag.
"oh Dacien there will be plenty of time for missions when you are older."
Dacien laughed.
"Daci …want."
Who knew Bellatrix could be such a loving mother.
Downstairs, there was a sudden crash. Bellatrix jumped, shocked. Crap… she had forgotten about the ministry.
"Homolous revelio. Mad- eye there's someone in here!"
"Dacien, time to go."
She turned on the spot attempting to apparate out of the building. She cursed. She had forgotten that there were wards around the place, wards that prevented apparating.
"They're probably upstairs, let go."
Just then Dacien wriggled out of her arms.
"No come back here you!"
The baby crawled across the floor at an amazingly fast speed. Bellatrix jumped after him. Dacien made his way to Lily Potter and pulled on her red hair. She could hear the ministry aurors crashing up the stairs. Bellatrix tried to grab him but suddenly he was on the other side of the room. She strode across the room and tried to pick up her son but he cried and jabbed her eye.
The ministry aurors were thundering down the hall.
Swearing, Bellatrix pointed her wand at Dacien just as the aurors burst into the room.
"STUPIFY!"
"CRUCIO"
Too late. Bellatrix fell, unconscious.
Mad-eye Moody thumped across the floor accompanied by Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. His eyes fell on the pile of robes, the red haired woman, the child next to her and finally on Lestrange. Snape let out a strangled cry as he hurried to the woman.
"Dead." He pronounced his grieving eyes dry.
"Lestrange was probably here to finish what her master did."Mad-eye grunted indicating the wand still pointed at the child.
"Merlin, the prophecy is true." Dumbledore said in a bemused voice.
"Voldemort is gone, for now at least, and this child… this Harry Potter really is the Boy Who Lived."
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I know that the way I described Dacien might be weird but I think that is what Bellatrix might of thought like "oh Dacien looks like a Black he resembles…"like she cares about blood.
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