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It had taken long enough since Dora had the idea but finally it had worked. She hadn't talked to Remus since she first found out she was pregnant, not since he said he was going on a mission that involved werewolves. She had been tempted to try to write to him but if he was undercover it didn't really seem best for anybody to talk to him, she had no idea of the nature of his work. But after talking to any of her fellow Death Eaters on any given opportunity she had finally found the ones who had been tasked with talking with the werewolves to ensure their support. Luckily for Nymphadora it was Amycus Carrow who had been assigned the job, she had seen him looking at her in more than a friendly way a few times so decided now was the best opportunity to take a leaf out of her mothers book and use her 'feminine charm' to get her way. She knew that he was one of the few people to arrive early to the meetings so she had made sure she spent a good hour in the meeting room before anything started, busying herself with a book as she rested her feet on the table (she had ensured to wear one of her shorter dresses that day).
It was actually rather scary how easily she manipulated Amycus into believing he would be better off if she went with him to see the werewolves. That he'd be praised for his initiative on taking a witch whose mother was so high up in the death eaters, that it would make them feel more valued, that the idea of having an attractive female there would probably be an advantage with such an animalistic man as Fenrir Greyback. It had also helped that she had sat on the oak table in front of him, accidently grazed his crutch as she crossed her leg over her knee and gave him the sweetest of smiles. Her mother was right, men were so easy to manipulate. The last part of her plan, and probably the most important, was the uncomfortable talk she had to have with Bellatrix after she had revealed her pregnancy to her.
She had gone back to her after a few hours of calming down to find her Aunt was still comforting her . . .
Nymphadora walked over to the large bed and sat next to her mother, by this point she was laid back on the cushions with her younger sister, head rested onto her shoulder and a saddened look on her face. Narcissa looked at Nymphadora when she sat down, giving her a sad smile she went to move to leave the two women some time to talk to each other calmly about the situation, though she was soon stopped from moving as Bellatrixs' hand snapped down to be on top of hers.
Narcissa sighed, sitting back again and squeezing the witches hand as she looked almost sympathetically to her niece.
"Mother . . ." Dora's eyes scanned her mother sadly as she waited for a response that she clearly refused to give "Mum . . . I'm sorry."
Again there was no reply, no sign that the Death Eater had heard the womans voice bar the slight movement in her eyes as they moved to her daughters direction, still refusing to move so she could see her properly.
"Bellatrix, come now . . ." Narcissa sighed.
" . . . Why didn't you tell me to start with?" Bellatrix whispered, staring blankly at the door ahead.
"I- . . ." Dora took a deep breath as she tried to gather her thoughts "I was scared? This isn't exactly the ideal time to be pregnant-we're going to war for merlins sake. I have duties, as you've pointed it to me many times in the past . . . I'm not married . . . I don't have the father to support me . . . We're in a war . . ."
"You mentioned war twice." Bellatrix sat up slightly, looking to the younger witch.
"Yes well personally I think it is a highly valid point and a very important valid point at that. I can't expect to be any good on the battle field whilst I'm the size of a beach ball, I'm clumsy enough as it is when I'm regular sized." Dora blinked back tears, the reality of her situation was only really beginning to hit home now.
She couldn't help but be slightly shocked as the woman who called herself her mother leant forward, pulling the brown haired witch as close to her as she could as she stroked her hair. Narcissa took one of Doras hands, giving her a sympathetic smile as she tried to hold back more tears.
"You don't have to go on the battlefield when you're pregnant . . . We could find you someone to marry if we need to. Besides you don't need the father, you have us." Bellatrix kissed Doras head, stroking her hair, comforting her like she did when she was just a little girl.
"D- . . . Do we have to go and tell him?" Doras sniffled as she tried to get her tears under control.
"Yes pet, we do." Bellatrix sighed, pulling back from her daughter as she wiped her tears away with her thumb.
The room stayed silent but for Doras sniffs and breathing as she slowly managed to stop her tears for atleast a few minutes before anybody spoke again.
"Please . . . Give me a week. I can't explain why just please, give me a week, we can tell him then." Dora stared deep into her mothers eyes, silently begging her this one favour.
Bellatrix Lestrange thought for a few moments, torn between a girl she had come to love with all of her heart and her one and only master, the man she was devoutly loyal too. Dora could see the struggle in her mothers eyes as she clasped her hands in hers, silently mouthing please to her as she tried her hardest not to burst into renewed tears.
Bella closed her eyes and slowly nodded "One week . . . That's it."
Nymphadora had thought that had been the hardest part of her plan, convincing The Dark Lords most loyal servant to keep a secret from him for any period of time, it certainly had been hard enough emotionally. Although, as she unstuck her knee length boot from the mess of undergrowth of the forest for what seemed like the tenth time that night she was starting to wonder if this would be harder.
"Oh for fucks sake Carrow, did we really have to apparate so far away?" Dora hissed as she took the mans outreached hand to help her over the debris of the forest floor.
"We are practically here, Lestrange. Look, you can see the fire up ahead." Amycus nodded to the small glow of light in the not so far distance.
Dora huffed in response, adjusting her hood as she marched motioned for him to carry on, falling in line behind him.
Amycus had already met with Fenrir, they had been in communications for a good couple of weeks now, today was simple a visit as a sign of good will. Amycus had been given a large purse of gold, most likely taken from the Lestrange or Malfoy vaults, to give to the werewolf leader (Amycus had told her some bullshit reasoning as to why the werewolves needed such gold but she was beyond caring to attempt to remember such utter crap, it was simply because they knew they would get it for their loyalty if you asked her).
Dora almost slammed straight into Amycus' back as he stopped dead in front of her, she cursed under her breath as she looked to see what had made him stop only to see Fenrir Greyback himself.
"Amycus, pleasure to see you again." The werewolf grinned, clearly putting his sharpened teeth on show "And who is this young lady you have brought with you?"
Dora stepped around Amycus, lowering her hood and shaking out her long black curls tinted with a slight hue of pink, she smirked in an identical manor as Bellatrix as she held her hand out for the man "Nymphadora-"
"Lestrange." Fenrir finished as he took the witches hand, lingering as he kissed it, never breaking eye contact "I didn't see you very well hidden in the shadows there. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Dora gave a curt nod as she pulled her hand away politely, looking around what was apparently the werewolf camp "Well, with a force as strong as the werewolves I couldn't help but have my curiosity peaked to come down and see it in person. My mother wanted to come but you know how it is, she's very busy of late." Dora was beginning to become amazed at her clear talent of the ease of spouting such bullshit.
Fenrir grinned his menacing grin, clearly pleased with her answer.
"Your payment, Fenrir." Amycus handed the purse to the man "I believe we have matters to discuss?"
Fenrir broke his gaze at the witch, pouring galleons into his filthy hands as he nodded "Yes . . . Fine. We can go somewhere more private."
The two men went to move as Dora promptly spoke up, giving her sweetest innocent look "I would much prefer to take a look around your camp, if that isn't too much trouble, Fenrir?"
"Yes, I-" Fenrir was abruptly cut off by the witch.
"Don't worry yourself with little old me, you men go talk business, I'll happily entertain myself." Dora placed her hand attentively on the werewolfs muscular chest "I wouldn't want to be a bother."
"I . . . Of course, Miss Lestrange." Fenrir nodded.
Dora smirked "Please call me Nymphadora. Carrow, I'll see myself home don't worry."
With that she nodded to Greyback, letting go of him and stepping back "Lovely to meet you, Fenrir."
"You too, Nymphadora." The werewolf grinned again before he turned to walk Amycus away, the Death Eater giving her a questioning look before he too walked off with the man.
Dora turned, shuddering slightly. As much as she hated admitting it she knew she was just as good as Bellatrix at manipulating men, that did not however mean she enjoyed it as much as she did. Dora strolled through the camp grounds, pretending to take great interest in everything she saw as she scanned for what she was truly looking for, making short conversation as she went so as not to look too suspicious when she got to her goal. It was until ten minutes later when she finally found what she was looking for; Remus Lupin. The man was sat with his back against a rather large oak tree, watching some other members of the pack. Dora couldn't help it as her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man, it had been too long since she had last seen him and even at that their last meeting hadn't been exactly pleasant. She took a deep breath before she walked over to the man. The short distance between them seemed to take forever to close as Remus spotted her, she kept her Death Eater cool demeanour about her as much as possible as she reached out her hand to casually lean on the same tree the father of her child sat against.
"So tell me . . . How do you find it here?" Dora looked to the nearest group of werewolves as she spoke.
Remus watched as Dora slipped out her wand, moving to the other side of the tree out of sight of the others, motioning for the man to follow her as she discreetly cast a spell so they couldn't be over heard.
"Remus . . ." Dora began, finally looking at the man.
"What are you doing here? Are you insane?" Remus took the woman by the shoulders, almost as if he was trying to shake sense into her.
"Nice to see you too . . ." She shrugged off the man as she defiantly folded her arms "I needed to talk to you and I knew this was the only way."
"Dora, you can't. You could jeopardise everything. If they found out my position here . . ." Remus sighed "What is it you wanted, I thought I made myself clear the last time we talked . . ."
Dora couldn't help but feel hurt at her loves blunt attitude towards her "Remus I . . .Narcissa and Bellatrix found out I'm pregnant."
"They-You're still pregnant?" The man pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remain calm.
"I'm not killing an innocent child because of your irrational misplaced fears. It's my body not yours and I get to decide if I carry this child or not, not you!" Dora was thankful for her privacy charm as she couldn't help but lose her temper slightly.
"So why on earth have you had to find me? I've told you my opinion on the matter and if you're too naïve to take my advice then clearly there's nothing I can do to help you."
"Remus, you have two options. You can either come to your senses, stop being an ignorant prat and accept that this is your child and a child that needs their father or . . . or I'm staying with my family . . . you won't see me or this child again . . . I'll raise them on my own, with Bellatrixs' and Narcissas help . . . It will be most likely raised just as I was, to be a Death Eater . . . Is that really what you want?" Dora reached out, taking the mans hand as she begged one last time, hoping against hope he would see it her way.
Remus stared back at her for a few moments before he pulled himself away "You'll either commit an innocent child to the cursed life or a werewolf to be used as a tool in Voldemorts games or you'll get rid of them, it's the kinder thing to do. Even you should know that letting a baby-werewolf or not- around your insane 'mother' and stuck up Aunt is the most idioitic thing a person could do and if you're really that much of an idiot Nymphadora you are clearly not mature enough to raise a child let alone be pregnant with one. Go, get rid of it, leave . . . I- . . . I never loved you anyway, I just used you for information."
Dora staggered back in shock, too hurt and angry and full to the brim with emotion to even consider the fact he may be lying to her to get her to leave. She stared at him for a few moments, her black hair slowly tinging mousey brown before without another word she dissapparated, leaving the sorry old werewolf alone to his own thoughts.
Nymphadora landed back in her own bedroom, she walked over to her vanity table, staring at herself in the mirror. She was in shock . . . she was distraught . . . she was heart broken . . . she was fucking livid. Her hair slowly began to turn a fiery red, her hands gripped hard onto the edges of the vanity table, she gritted her teeth in anger. How dare he use her? How dare he talk to her like that? How dare he tell her what to do!?
Nymphadora snapped into action as if a light bulb had suddenly turned on in her mind, storming out of her bedroom as in her rage her magic flared out to slam the door open and nearly off its hinges. She stormed down the corridor, drawing her wand, she knew exactly where she was headed without even thinking about it. She was wrapped up so much in her own fury that she didn't notice as her mother apparated behind her, attracted to the noise. Nor did she notice as with a flick of her wand she nearly blew open the door to the dungeons her mother following straight behind her. She stormed down the stairs, heading straight for the first body she laid eyes on.
The already extremely dishevelled wizard in ministry robes backed away terrified as Nymphadora pointed her wand straight at him. He was only nearly knocked out as with a flick of said wand he flew across the room, hitting the stone wall.
Dora only paused for a split second before she raised her wand, screaming her next curse at the top of her lungs with more feeling and power than she had ever given it in her life "Crucio!"
It almost seemed as if the spell hit him in slow motion, the pent up frustration and pure will to want to take her pain out on somebody-anybody- else at that exact moment coursed through her body and through to the curse as soon the mans screams filled the air. He writhed, twisted and clawed at his own face as agony filled the wizards body. Nymphadora didn't know how long she watched the man writhe, how long she stood there letting out every last bit of pain she had in her, the next thing she knew was a slight calm passing over her as she watched a familiar hand place itself on her own, lowering her wand.
"He's far gone now, beautiful girl." It was Bellatrix, Dora could almost hear the smirk in her voice as she tried to regain her strength, she had no idea how it had taken so much energy out of her.
Dora leaned back as Bella wrapped an arm around her shoulders, looking down to see the vacant expression of the wizard on the floor; Bellatrix was right-she'd crucio'd him to insanity. The older woman laughed slightly as she pulled her in closer.
"Well done . . . I'm not sure what did that to you but well done . . ." Bellatrix turned Dora around to look at her.
The younger witch subconsciously placed one hand on her stomach still tightly gripping her wand with the other. She barely flinched when she felt her grip on her wand be gently eased open as it was taken to be placed back in her holster.
"You should rest, you'll get used to it eventually but tonight is not the time . . . We shall let the Dark Lord know . . ." Bellatrix was brimming with delight, barely keeping her cool demeanour.
"I-. . ." Dora looked up at mention of Voldemort, hesitating only a second longer before she nodded "Yes . . . We have more than one thing to tell him about I suppose . . . But I think I need to sleep first."
A shit eating grin cracked on her mothers face as a childish giggle escaped her lips, truly showing her levels of sanity as she kissed her head and with barely a moments hesitation she took the girls hand and led her out of the dungeon.
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