Harry Potter and the Unprecedented Situations
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I own the Harry Potter characters or franchise.
Warning: Story contains lemon scenes, violent births, death, and mature language.
Chapter Twenty
One year three months after the war
Death's princess
Rodolphus POV:
Bella looked at me, pure joy radiated off her body as she grasped my hands and kissed me with such a fiery passion that I gripped her waist to steady myself. So few ever witnessed my wife's passion and adoration, which she saved just for me and our lord. I chuckled spell bound against her soft, curvy lips, wondering who she must have tortured to have gotten her into such a wonderful mood. She released me, her gloved hands caressing her hips as she flashed me a rare smile.
"Love, the lord has gifted us with a blessing!" She declared, her dark eyes flashing with confidence and excitement, as her lips curved in a seductive smirk. Intrigued, I nodded, listing as she continued. Knowing your wife was the most trusted follower to your master was a perk if you wanted to know the secrets and plans before others.
"He needed a successor; there are more details but im forbidden to share." Her smile wavered, but she pressed on. Knowing where this was going, I suppressed my resentment and anger, knowing that if he bid her for anything she would never refuse.
Returning to me, she nuzzled my neck with affection, her voice eerily soft. "He gifted us with his child, Doll" She murmured, using my pet name. Slightly revolted at the image of her and his death- like body contorting into one, I remained silent, only being able to kiss her hair and stroke her lower back with a poker face. She merely sighed, kissing my scarred face with pure love. I nodded in acceptance, knowing full well that there was no arguing with her.
"It is an honor I would not have wished on anyone but you to carry" I consented, gritting my teeth slightly. My pure blood was not enough; Merlin cursed me with infertility, making it so I could not pass on my stellar genes to a next generation. Apparently my lord pitied Bellatrix, gifting her with a child she would have never had conceived with her husband she loved dearly.
"The lord will be pleased that you accept the child" Bella looked at me, a malevolent glint in her eyes as she started tugging my slacks off. My cold body slowly relaxed at her touch, as I lifted her to our bed. I accepted the distraction eagerly, my cock quivering as her soft fingertips caressed my manhood. Licking her lips, she bit my sensitive neck, her tongue caressing her teeth marks as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I groaned, caressing her butt cheeks as I supported her weight. Without distractions, without anyone to order us apart, we became almost animal like with passion. Her claws dug into my back drawing blood as I forced her to lie beneath me. My hips and pelvis forced her legs apart as I growled deeply, my frustrations about the situation and lack of time with my wife driving me crazed with need. She snarled with lust, her hips thrusting upwards as I slipped my fingers past her thighs, appreciating her lack of undergarments. Pinching her sensitive clit, and tugging it roughly, she shivered as the pain rippled through her spine. Ducking my head down, I pushed past her skirts, my teeth nipping her slowly swelling flesh. She bucked her hips as she groaned, and I tried to ignore the fact that she was not purely mine anymore. Biting harder, she moaned, blood slowly seeped from her clit and drained past my lips. Licking her blood, she flinched, her body slowly tightening as she panted.
Removing my face from between her legs, I sat up, resting my body once more over hers. With no remorse, I positioned my cock to her opening, and thrust hard. She gasped, her eyes closing, and I smirked seeing her discomfort. Thrusting into her tight, only slightly moist cunt, she held my arms tightly as she slowly began to moan. Her nipples were predominate, fully erect beneath the revealing fabric of her dress. Thrusting harder, she convulsed with pleasure, her hands roaming up my arms and down my sides as I shivered in enjoyment. All too soon she came, her fluids caressing my manhood and allowing me to glide through her smoothly. Enjoying her warmth and tightness, I continued briefly, before cumming with a hard finishing thrust. Kissing her breast, and her neck, I held her as she traced my face.
As months passed, and his child grew in her womb, I couldn't bring myself to hate her. I loved, worshiped, and cherished her and the child, my lord watching her pregnancy with possessive ruby slated eyes. When she birthed, I was relived to see her daughter possessed her mothers cold beauty, but nervous as the child opened her eyes. Two bright pupils were marred by her fathers blood red coloring. Pleased, Voldemort allowed my Bella to raise the girl secretly, but he never wanted contact with it. It wasn't till after my wife's and my lord's death that I realized Voldemort was prepared for anything. The child was cold, heartless, and bright. Her youth was a ruse, as she began to lead her fathers Death eaters in a new rebellion. Her body was slow to grow, compared to her intelligence, and she trained, abused, and plotted with her loyal servants. Murdering the followers that fled, with a small smile and cold laughter. I thought Bella was ruthless, but her daughter was a vast difference.
"What brings you to my chambers?" Her bell like voice trilled, as her smile slightly grew. I kneeled, bowing my head low as I reported on recent events.
"We murdered Lucius before he could reveal you and murdered Potters muggle cousin as you wished. I also lead an attack, successfully capturing a child relative of Potter." I spoke confidently, and closed my eyes as I breathed relieved. Her laughter was angelic, as she considered my words.
"Wonderful!" she praised, and I looked up, surprise betraying my set face as I noticed her mothers pure elated expression in her young face. She smiled softly, nodding her head as she thought.
"Pa, come here" She smiled, and I flushed, standing and approaching her side weary. She hardly acknowledged the fact that I fathered her as she grew.
Her six year old features and Bellatrix's influence were so overbearing compared to her old eyes and speech, that I found it hard to resist her. Kneeling at her side, she stroked my head tenderly, humming a sweet and eerie tune as she enjoyed my company, as much as one enjoys a pet.
After a long quiet moment, she stopped her humming. Her eyes grew hard and she motioned for me to stand. "Fetch me Sheev. I wish to meet the child as well." She demanded as her white dress rustled in her bedding. I nodded, bowing, before leaving. Where was her dreadful snake anyways? I pondered, as I did my mistresses bidding.
Aurora's POV:
"My love sheev" I adoringly muttered in Parseltongue, stroking my most prized possession. Sheev nudged me lovingly, before reporting on the behavior of my followers and on the child that was Potter's young second cousin. Gaining the distinct impression that the child possessed quiet a bit of power, but still young enough to manipulate, I giggled happily. "She will be quite a slave and play toy" I marveled, Sheev nodded her head in agreement.
Suddenly, the room echoed as someone knocked. Excited, I waved my hand and the door slowly opened, revealing the young girl named Daisy, bounded and led by Zane, a handsome gentleman that recently graduated Hogwarts and joined my revolution.
"Thank you sweet" I teased, cursing my stunted growth as he curtly nodded, taking my words as a blessing to leave as he shut the heavy doors behind him.
"Come" I commanded, and the mudblood child shivered, obeying as she made her way to my side. Reaching out, I stroked her cheek, grazing my nails over her cheekbones. Sheev tasted the air with her tongue, her golden scales rippling in curiosity.
"Welcome to the new order" I whispered warmly, and Daisy's bright green eyes widened with some fear. I was powerful enough to do wandless magic, as I was trained by only the best killers in the wizarding world. I envisioned a wonderful unbreakable choker collar, requesting calmly for Sheev to fetch me some chain. Sheev obeyed, slithering down my bed post and past the child's feet as she made her way to my breakfront, slipping into a cabinet and appearing with a thin chain around her body, held in place by her thick scales. Watching, the child bit her lip as curiosity blazed in her eyes.
Smiling sweetly at her, I slipped out of bed and kneeled, matching her height. Sheev joined me, climbing my legs to rest around my neck. I removed the chain, muttering strong curses to bind it with unbreakable enchantments. I used some spells I created, my body burning slightly as the magic strengthened within me. The chain contorted into a choke collar, impregnated with the power to kill if Daisy ever betrayed my trust and told anyone about life as my servant or of secret matters of my revolution. It would only burn her, if she disrespected me. It would train her with my aid to the behavior of a slave.
Smiling wider, pleased at my success at the collar, I placed it around her neck. I allowed her to keep a strange golden locket, merely as a reminder of her old life. The collar glowed, and she winced as it fitted to her neck. Standing, I crossed the room and reached for a leather belt in my closet. Transfiguring it, it lengthened and became a strong leather leash. Returning to her, I clipped it to her collar. Tying her to my bed post, I patted her cheek.
"You are my slave, I am your everything. You have no escape." I promised, and she silently nodded, perhaps sensing she was not allowed to speak until I requested her response. I turned, summoning a gorgeous golden Victorian gown from my closet, deciding that as my slave she should be dressed decently. Shrinking it to her size, I gave it to her and she began to strip, redressing in her new dress that she admired silently.
I summoned a deep green gown, dressing as I watched my new ward. "She is quiet beautiful, with that golden hair and emerald eyes" Sheev whispered, admiring my taste in slave. I nodded, smiling as she added, "She will never match you in strength or beauty mistress".
"I should hope not" I hissed back with serpent speech, sharply, and the girl jumped surprised, lowering her face as she waited for an order. I only took a deep breath, untying her and leading her with the leash to my conference room. I was ready to face the troops.