Hey!

So, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be wrtting a few chapters about before Bella and Harry runaway from the Black Manor. Much to explain why they ran away in the first place, and also because, well, it's part of the story.

Also, I'll be posting new chapters every week, or every two weeks.

So, that's it. Thanks for reading!

Chapter One

Life At the Black Manor

It had been three years since Bella came home with a little black-haired boy home and found out that her husbant was dead. As he was now her son, Bella gave him her name, but kept his first name, so her could still be attached to the Potters somehow.

So from that day foward, Harry James Black was Bellatrix Black's son, and no one else's.

Bella still flinched when she heard about the Potter's misery, just the same way she did three years ago. She wanted with all her will to go to them and tell them that everything was okay, but she couldn't.

Bellatrix had decided that, now that her sister was safe, she could runaway too ir she wanted, but she would wait. She would wait until she knew it was time to change sides and only then do it, with as much information as she could.

The Potters, much to her sadness, thought that Harry was dead. She heard how sweet Lily Potter had gone a year without leaving the house and wouldn't talk to anyone, save her husbant. She heard how she wouldn't eat and had the appearance of a ghost. And that she tried to kill herself, saying it was her fault that Harry had been killed. That she should never had gone out and let her two weeks old children in the care of Wormtail, even though he was a friend. What kind of mother does that? It didn't matter that she went out for only an hour, she was an irresponsible, terrible mother.

Bella felt so guilty she wanted to scream to the world the truth, end that poor woman's suffering. And then, when it was hard not to do so, she would write to Narcissa, and her sister would be kind and tell her that it wasn't her fault either, that she was doing the best she could to be the best mom for Harry and one day she would take him away from the Dark Lord.

Then, Bellatrix felt a little better with herself, and realised how much she enjoyed Harry's company. Oh, that little boy had her wrapped around his little finger. She loved him in a way that she had only loved Narcissa so far. More than her own life.

And so, years passed by, and Bellatrix and her son were the best friends, doing everything together. She would read to him at night and a lot of times, fall asleep with him, both of them curled up together in her enormous bed. He would fill that dark house, that she could only now call a home, with laughter, running around and playing with her.

Harry was a very happy boy, and that was all that she lived for. To make him happy.

As she didn't want him near any Death Eater, Bella had convinced the Dark Lord that he was better kept a secret, so they could surprise the enemy even if someone betrayed them, and promised to taught all of the Dark Lord's "noble" ideals to the boy herself. The Dark Lord promised then, that he would only start teaching the boy when he reached the age of fifteen, and that was when she started to make her plans for that year, when she would finally leave the Dark Side.

When Harry was six years old, and Bella knew it was completely safe, Narcissa and Draco came to the Black Manor — it used to be the Lestrange Manor, but Bellatrix had changed it along with her name — and Bellatrix finally met her nephew, a handsome little boy with white-blond hair, pale skin and grey eyes.

Harry and Draco, being of the same age, soon became best friends and Narcissa would come with Draco every week to see them. And together, Narcissa and Bellatrix would teach them everything they knew about magic, about right and wrong, about which side was the right one to choose, about everything. About life.

And, even though Bella was scared that one day she would lose that handsome black-haired kid in her arms, she loved him with all her might, and he loved her back, and they became really attached to each other, more united then most families, and as the years went by, Narcissa and Draco would also be a really important part of that family, the four of them having their happiest daus around each other.

"Harry, come here, mommy needs to talk to you." Bellatrix was sitting on the edge of her son's bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.

An beautiful seven-year-old boy, with messy black hair and emerald green eyes came running out of the bathroom door and jumped in his mother's arms. She kissed him on the cheek before putting the two of them under the blankets of his bed and holding him lovingly in her arms.

"Sweetheart, there is something important that I need to tell you and I need you to pay attention to me when I say it, okay?" she said kindly as he laid his head in her chest and closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep like that together as they had done so many times before.

"Okay, mommy." Harry opened his eyes and looked up at his mother. They were very close, and so Harry always listened carefully to her when she asked. He was quite mature for his age, and so Bella thought it was time to tell him.

"I am going to tell you something that will shock you and maybe you will hate me for it, but you have the right to know." she said, her eyes filling up with tears. She had always known it would be hard to beak it to him, but she never thought it would be this hard. She loved her adoptive son more than anything else, just like she loved Narcissa. "But first I want you to know that I love you very much."

The tears finally came out of her eyes, falling caressly from her face, a tear barely getting to her cheek until another came down.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Harry asked, concerned "I love you too, mommy. Don't cry."

Bellatrix kissed her son's forehead.

"I'm glad to know that, Harry." she sighed "Now, I'm going to tell a story. But this story is not a fairy tale, is about how I got you in my arms. It was, as I've told you, a blessing from the Gods, but it wasn't supposed to be like that."

Harry waited patiently for her to continue. He didn't understand what she was saying, but, being as smart as he was, he knew she was probably about to explain it.

"Seven years ago, a woman named Sybill Trelawney made a prophecy about a boy that would have the power to vanquish the Dark Lord. Do you remember about him?" she asked.

"Yes, but I don't understand if this boy is a good thing or a bad thing. The Dark Lord is nice to me, but you told me not to trust him"

"This boy is a good thing. The most precious boy that has ever been born if you ask me. Oh, you must not trust the Dark Lord, Harry. He is a bad person, and the day he falls will be the happiest day of our lifes. You must promise me you won't trust him and will never do him any favours without telling me first, okay?"

"Okay." Harry nodded "I promise, mommy."

"Good. Now where was I?" she said "Oh, yes, the prophecy." she closed her eyes for a second, letting two more tears fall down her face "That prophecy was about a boy that was about to be born, along with his twin sister. Their mother was a kind woman named Lily and their father was a man named James. They were, and still are, one of the best people I've ever met. They are kind, supportive, friendly, trusting, welcoming. Well, they are many things, and I could list their qualities for hours, but to be short, I'll just say that they were very, very good people.

"Your Uncle Severus was... err, confused, that time, and he was making all the wrong choices, and fighting for the wrong side. He was what they would call in the stories I read you, a bad guy. And he found out about this prophecy and told the Dark Lord, even though he only listened to the first part of it.

"When the twins were born, right after they were named and had a Godfather, Lucius Malfoy was sent to their house to kiddnap the baby boy and kill anyone who would stand in his way. Thankfully, the only one in the house that night was Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew, who was also a bad guy. Peter wasn't in neither side of the war. He was fighting for himself and would do anything to be on the winning side. He was sellfish, hallow and vile.

"That night, Lucius killed that man, not for him standing in the way, which he didn't, but because, no matter in which side Lucius was, he had learned that desloyalty was something that deserved to be punished, and he was a noble man, deep inside. But, he took the baby boy and brought him to the Dark Lord.

"Lord Voldemort," she said, not even flinching at saying the name. She knew in which side she was and had no fear of saying the name of that horrible man. He did not deserve the fear that men, women and children had of him. For Bellatrix, he was a coward, full of himself, with all the wrong ideals. "Had already chosen a mother to that boy. Later on, he told her to raise the boy with his ideals, to become a Death Eater and be his Apprentice. But the Witch was only pretending to do so, and raising him to be on the other side of the war, to be a loving, brave and kind person like his true parents were and loving him with all her heart, like he was her flesh and blood.

"And the boy was a beautiful boy. He was smart, caring, cheerful little lad," Bellatrix sobbed loudly at this, trembling with fear. Harry hugged her tighly, bringing his head to her chest. When she finally found her voice and controlled herself a little, she continued "Who loved his mother very much and made her very proud as she taught him all that she knows."

Bellatrix stroke her son's hair before getting hold of his chin and making him look at her.

"And that wonderful fellow, that smart, kind boy is you, Harry." she said, realeasing him from her embrace, as she thought he would want to run away from her in disgust.

"What?" Harry looked so small, so confused, so scared that all that Bella wanted to do was hold him tighly against her chest and confort him, but she didn't. Harry's arms were still around his mother — well, his adoptive mother — but they were numb, as the rest of his body. The only thing that told Bellatrix that Harry hadn't passed out were his eyes, widened with shock. "L-Lil-Lily P-Potter is my mom?" he said, finally looking like he was regaining control of himself, but still looking small and fragile in Bellatrix's eyes "No! No. You are my mother." he said, hugging her even tighter, and beginning to cry, his small body curled up around her.

"I am your mommy, but I wasn't pregnant with you. I am your adoptive mother. Do you understand what that means?" she said, still not hugging him back.

The small seven-year-old nodded against her chest, crying even harder.

"I don't care if I am not your flesh and blood. You are my mommy. And I am the luckiest boy to have you to call my mommy, Bella."

Bellatrix finally let out the breath she just realised she had been holding, crying with her son and finally hugging him back, so tightly that it would have made Molly Weasley proud.

Finally, after almost twenty minutes, both of them stopped crying and, still curled up together, started to fall asleep.

"I love you, mommy." Harry said in a sleepy voice, just about to fall into unconsciuosness.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." his mother, his one and only mother, no matter and she said, breathed back.

And then, they both drifted to sleep, in each other's arms, and dreamed the sweetest dreams they could remember.

So, did you like it? Hate it? Tell me what you think!

Thanks again for reading!

-Ginny.