-1Bellatrix Lestrange fell to her knees as Lord Voldemort entered her bedroom. "My Lord." He looked enraged, and if he wanted to see her when he was this upset it meant trouble. She would have to be cautious.

"Why did you never tell me?" He demanded, his red eyes bright with anger.

"What do you mean, my lord?" she gasped.

A flick of his wand sent her flying across the room and pinned her to the wall. "Don't try resort to lies, Bellatrix. It won't do you any good. You know exactly what I am talking about. It is the only thing you have ever lied to me about."

"I… I don't know. I thought… I thought that you would be ashamed." She managed.

He advanced on her, sweeping through the dreary room like death itself.. "No, that is another lie! You were ashamed! You didn't want people to know that you had a child with a fallen wizard. You did not want the world to know that a man who was beaten by a mere boy had given you a child."

Bellatrix racked her brain for an excuse. Her hesitation was all the answer that he needed. She dropped to her feet as Voldemort released his binding spell. She smiled, but she didn't have a chance to show her gratitude. "Crucio!" the smooth voice said calmly. Bellatrix fell to the ground writhing in agony. She tried to scream for mercy, but all the air had escaped her lungs. When he finally broke the spell she still could not manage a comprehensive syllable. He bent slowly and rested his hand on her tear streaked face. "Where is the child?"

"I… I… I…" She paused to catch her breath. Voldemort nodded for her to continue. "I sent her to an orphanage. I… I'm sorry. I couldn't do it alone." He hit her hard in the face. Gasping she coughed blood onto the dark green carpet. He stood again his face full of fury.

"You never deserved to sit at my feet, let alone have my child, Bellatrix. I think that you have outgrown your usefulness."

Her eyes grew wide in fear. "Didn't you ever love me?"

"Oh, Bellatrix, don't be naïve. You were nothing more than the dirt for my heir to grow in." he laughed cruelly, relishing in her horror.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lord Voldemort smiled and swept out of the room leaving her slumped and lifeless body for less important people to take care of.

Lord Voldemort made his way down the stairs his robes sweeping around him angrily. He nodded to Lucius who was waiting at the door. "Lucius, how much do you know about my child? I didn't take the time to ask Bellatrix before dealing with the wench. I need more information."

Lucius's eyebrows went up. "Dealing with, my Lord?"

"Well, since it seems you can not comprehend subtleties I will make it easier for you. Bellatrix Lestrange is dead." He motioned his arm to the stairs as if to challenge Lucius to investigate for himself.

Lucius shook his head. "I trust you did the job thoroughly. About you daughter…"

"Daughter?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"My heir is female?"

"To the best of my knowledge."

"Well, go on then."

"I know that she is fifteen years old. I know that she lives in a Muggle orphanage in London. And she is a student at Hogwarts."

"Which House?"

"Slytherin, my Lord. What else could be expected?"

Voldemort smiled. It was the news he had wanted to hear. For the first time he turned his attention to the younger Malfoy. He was a boy with short blonde hair and mischievous eyes. "If you saw her would you recognize her?"

Draco smiled "Of course." Voldemort didn't need to hear anything else. He swung the front door of Bellatrix Lestrange's house open and stepped out into the warm night air.