Chapter 2: Birth and Capture
March 8, 1980
Rabastian Lestrange sat in the loft near the fireplace and listened to the painful howls his sister-in-law made behind the grand, mahogany doors his brother had in his manor.
He brought his attention to the shiny, black hair in front of him. He picked up the little girl possessing the hair, and put her on his lap before he said,
"Lyra, she will be alright. Soon you'll have a little sister to play with instead of me. A cousin too."
"But Uncle I like playing with you! You are much more fun than Uncle Lucius."
He chuckled at her response before she turned back around.
Rabastian looked at her. Only five years old and she bares so much resemblance to her mother. The black hair, the dark brown eyes, and the crooked smile that says "I'm confident and I'm not afraid to show it."
She'll have all the boys groveling at her feet when she is at school. Just like Bellatrix.
The only thing he saw different between the daughter and her mother was the hair style. Lyra's hair was almost always straight while Bellatrix's was a curly mess.
He then thought of his brother, Rodolphus, who was with Bellatrix at that moment, undoubtedly freaking out. He thought about the similarities between Rodolphus and his daughter, or lack there of. Her hair was a different color than his and her eyes were far darker than his. Rabastian wondered for moment if Rodolphus was actually Lyra's father but he couldn't dwell too much on it when noticed that Bellatrix's screams had ceased and in its place was a small cry. Rabastian opened the doors and lead Lyra into the room.
She ran over to her mother who was holding a small blanket, and inside of it, a new life. When Rabastian walked in, the first thing he noticed was Bellatrix's expression on her face. She had, almost, a look of disappointment. Perhaps she wanted a boy. Perhaps she didn't love her as much as Lyra already or at all. Anything was a possibility with Bellatrix.
He smiled at Narcissa, who was several months pregnant herself, before watching his brother and his newly expanded family.
"What's her name?" Lyra asked Bellatrix.
"What do you want it to be?" She replied.
"I don't know… something like a blob. Look at her!" She said motioning to the pink, pudgy thing in Bellatrix's arms. Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Rabastian all laughed at her response but not Rodolphus. A child naming his baby was not a good idea in his mind.
"Try again," Bellatrix gently pressed.
"Hmm… Celeste?"
"Celeste? Celeste Druella Lestrange. I like it."
"Bella?" Rodolphus interrupted. "Do we think it is the best idea to have a young child name our newly born baby?"
"Hush, Rod. I like it."
He stared at Lyra, thinking, before he continued.
"Fine. Celeste is her name. Welcome to the world, little one."
December 14, 1980
Lucius Malfoy had just apparated from the Lestrange Manor. He left alone but he came back with two other people. One stayed closely behind him, with red, puffy eyes, while the other was placed in his arms, too young to know what just happened.
He entered his own manor to see his wife sitting at their fireplace, visibly distressed from recent events. He could tell that she was busy contemplating their future.
They seemed to have some unspoken language when they looked at each other. His gaze went towards the stairs. He went up the stairs with Narcissa following close behind.
They had placed a cradle in one of their guest bedrooms for the rare occasion of Celeste spending the night along with a kid's bed for Lyra. Lucuis placed Celeste into the wooden cradle while Narcissa lifted Lyra into the bed left for her.
As they left the room, Narcissa closed the door softly and whispered to her husband.
"What are we going to do? What if Bellatrix and Rodolphus get out of Azkaban?" She asked.
"Don't worry, Cissy. Neither of them will ever get out nor will Rabastian. We'll be fine. So will the girls. It will be ok."