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Oh, and within the next chapters there will be a lot more Bellamort, firstly I needed to introduce Saiph into their life's for a well...a reason you'll find out later tho :)
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Eleven.
Saiph had literally begged Draco to accompany her for the yearly visit over her their Christmas-Break to the Muggels. But not even his mother was able to force her son to join the poor girl – how she had addressed Saiph, after forcing her to visit named filth.
So, the young witch found herself unhappy, and still struggling with the fact that she had to visit them, in her room getting ready for the weekend she had to spend with her formally family. "And this is appropriate for something as special as Christmas, yes?" Bellatrix asked, wondering over her daughters choice of clothes. "As much as I would love to wear one of my dresses, they wouldn't recognize me" she sighed. "I'd look to formal, too fancy…to different than I already am" her mother nodded understanding. "I see." Turning, to give her daughter some minutes alone, before their departure, she could feel the younger witches eyes burning on her skin. "Lately…I was…wondering…how it would have been" she started, causing Bellatrix to face her again "To grow up as your daughter…with you…or at least aunt Cissy, you know?" feeling her heart sink, Bellatrix quickly crossed the room to stand in front of her daughter. Hesitantly she wrapped her arms around the young witch, slowly pulling her closer, desperately wanting to make her feel better. "You would have been treated as the Princess you are, my dear" Bellatrix whispered close by the girl's ear. "You would have had everything you could imagine to ask for, and even more" she continued and could feel how Saiph's fists cradled themselves into the fabric of her dress. "I promise you Saiph, who ever caused the childhood you had, will suffer. Both, your father and I, myself will do everything to find whomever is responsible!" suddenly Saiph look up, her dark orbs full of hope but also questions. "My Father?"
"I will meet her" his voice was cold, reserved. "Before she returns to Hogwarts" Bellatrix nodded. "Yes my Lord" quickly swallowing the question which was burning on her lips, ever since she had told him about her potential. "I will decide after that, if I will inform her of her heritage, or not" again, Bellatrix nodded, not sure if she really agreed to his plan. On what was it depending, if she got to know who she really was or not? And why wouldn't he want to tell her that he was her father? It didn't made any sense. Especially, after how he had cared for her and their unborn all those years ago.
"Of course" he continued "I am aware of the fact, that I could use her against Potter and even Dumbledore, once she finds out that it was Potter's and the love of his filthy Mother's fault, that she lost her father before she even met him" he almost sounded smugly, probably expecting Saiph to adore him.
If it wouldn't have been for the respect the dark witch held for her Lord, she would speak out loud what she was thinking. He never would use their daughter. It was a different story if Saiph would choose for herself to fight in whatever riot he was planning, but he would never use or force her to do so! Never! Saiph was one of a kind, hence, she shouldn't even exist and therefore she should be treated as such. And not being used.
"That's everything" he dismissed her. Again, only nodding she lowered her gaze and left the room.
She observed her daughter, followed all movements, all conversations. And yet still, it left her rather mad than satisfied. "She seems so at ease around them." She sighed. "She spent more than eleven years with them, believing to be their daughter. What did you expect Bella?" Narcissa, whom had 'dropped Saiph off', how the Muggle had it called, had joined her sister close by the window, hidden in the darkness. "Besides, you might don't see it. But she is rather reserved towards them." She added, trying to calm the older Black. "But still she seems more at ease around them, than around me" Only the stomping foot on the ground had been missing. "Or you" she added, suddenly sounding rather sad and hurt.
"Bella" Narcissa said softly, "She doesn't know you, she doesn't know how to behave around and towards you. After all, you are one of the most feared, if not the most feared death eater out there. You are not known for you love and kindness" lowering her gaze, she allowed herself to forget her still present anger towards her younger sister and responded "But she is my daughter, aren't I allowed to love her? To be kind towards her?" she almost sounded like a child. "That's not what I am saying" she truly felt sorry for her older sister. Ever since she had met the Dark Lord, she had secretly wished to become his and bear his children. Then she finally had what she wanted only to have the child taken away. Where from could she know, what it meant to be a mother? When their own, had clearly failed as an example.
"Just show interest in her everyday life, her interests, her past…ask her instead of using your legilimency skills. Tell her something about yourself, include her into your daily life. And do not expect her to make the first step." Slowly nodding, she accepted her sister's advice and focused onto the sight in front of her again.
Surprise was written all over the woman's features as she opened the door, expecting Narcissa, not prepared to face Bellatrix. "How…can I help you?" she asked more than confused. "I am here to pick up Saiph" Bella replied, forcing a sweet smile over her lips. Oh how she had loved to crucio the hell out of the woman who claimed to be Saiph's mother. "And you are?" the raven haired asked, arching an eyebrow.
Before the dark witch could form her reply, steps and a "Mom? Who is it?" were heard, a second later a curious looking Saiph appeared within Bellatrix sight. The young witch froze in her tracks, a smile attempting to take over her features. Bella's eyes enlightened slightly at the sight of her daughter. "That's Bellatrix, Narcissa's sister" Saiph explained with a smile plastered on her lips. "You are Draco's Aunt?" the Muggle asked, Bellatrix only nodded. "Well" she said, watching how Saiph got closer to Bellatrix. "Well, if you don't mind mother, I'd like to leave now and spend the rest of my break with Draco and his family" Saiph asked nicely – she let her parents believe that she spend the better part of the holiday's in Hogwarts. "Sure, enjoy your time with them" the Muggle smiled warmly. "I already said my good-byes to everyone" the girl started, "So, good-bye Mom" the hug she shared with her Muggle-Mother seemed rather awkward in Bella's eyes but still it bothered her. "Bye" Bellatrix managed to press out between her lips nicely before she and Saiph disappeared into the night.
"Thank you Mother" Saiph said honestly. "Why, you're welcome" her mother replied "I am rather thankful to see you away from the filth anyways" Bellatrix added. "Agreed" Saiph sighed.
They walked next to each other, on their way to a place save for apperation, the second before they reached the older witch suddenly flinched in pain, stopping in her tracks. "Mother?" Saiph asked. Grabbing her left forearm Bellatrix ignored her daughter, instinctively knowing why he was calling. "Mother?" she asked again, the concern raising in her voice. "I am…fine" Bellatrix finally replied, not buying the lie at all Saiph responded "He is calling, isn't he?" again ignoring her daughter, the older witch watched in shock how her daughter suddenly grabbed her left arm and rolled the black sleeve which covered the porcelain skin beneath it up. Exposing the Dark Mark, framed by a red glow. "You can't leave me alone here!" Saiph pressed out, not sure if she should stare in shock or awe at the black ink in her mother's skin.
Without responding to her daughter, she grabbed onto her wrist and apparated away.