Okay so I'm trying something different with this chapter and I really hope you enjoy. Please review as always, thank you for reading. :D


Nymphadora was 28 weeks pregnant and sat at her Aunts dining table. Usually two rows of Death Eaters and The Dark Lord himself would be sat around the table but today the usual meeting room of the most powerful group of dark wizards was being used for strictly baby purposes. Specifically, baby naming. Nymphadora groaned as she let herself lean forward so bury her head in her arms over the many parchments across the table.

"What about 'Pollux'" Bellatrix stared down at a copy of The Black family tree, holding back a smirk of amusement.

Nymphadora coughed as she tried to stop herself laughing and Narcissa rolled her eyes at the two witches display of immaturity.

"There's nothing amusing about our Grandfathers name, Bellatrix." Narcissa sighed as she flicked through more parchments.

"I am not naming my child Pollux," Nymphadora lifted up her head, resting her chin on her arms "all of these names are god damned awful."

The three witches had been sat in the room for what seemed like hours and Nymphadora was currently wishing she'd lied when Narcissa had asked if she had any names yet. Soon she was sat staring at both of her parents family trees, along with many other documents on notable purebloods with Bellatrix dragged in to help.

"It's tradition." Narcissa said matter of factly.

Dora sat up at this point and looked to her supposed mother "So where's Nymphadora on the tree?"

The smirk on Bellatrixs face quickly disappeared as both of the witches stared at her, Narcissas pale face seeming a shade or two paler.

"Well . . . You're the exception, aren't you Dora?" Narcissa shuffled parchments, trying to appear to be busy "Not every name has to be off the tree, or else we'd run out of names . . ."

The room was silent for a few more moments when to Nymphadoras surprise Bellatrix spoke up. She was still staring down at the piece of parchment in her hands as she spoke in an emotionless tone "It means gift . . . Nymphodora was a saint too . . . She was a martyr along with her two sisters . . ."

The whole room was silent, as far as Bellatrix knew Nymphadora knew nothing of the third Black sister as Narcissa made a point of how much it had upset Bellatrix. Bellatrix had clearly taken the time to look up the meaning and reasoning behind giving the girl such a strange name and the more Nymphadora thought of it the more her name made sense. She knew nothing of her biological mother apart from the fact she was Bellatrixs' sister and had been killed by her, but she could imagine if she was anything like her that Andromeda Tonks would have always held some love for her family, no matter how small or hidden. Naming your child after a saint that had two other sisters . . . the meaning 'gift' could be seen in many different ways, most people considered their children a gift . . .

"Anyway, it could have been worse." Bellatrix finally broke the silence, looking to her daughter "Saint Nymphodoras sisters were called Menodora and Metrodora."

The two witches were locked in eye contact for what felt like a lot more than normal before Nymphadora finally looked down to what Bellatrix was holding. It was an older version to The Black family tree, it was clearly written when Bellatrix was only a young adult or even a child as Nymphadora and Draco were missing entirely and Nymphadora had seen other versions with both her and her cousin on it. Most importantly though was what was right bellow the witches thumb. Three names written in emerald green ink were proudly written; 'Bellatrix Black', 'Andromeda Black' and 'Narcissa Black'.

"I-" Dora went to speak before Bellatrix cut across her.

"She's dead . . . Died when you were tiny." Bellatrix stared at the youngest witch for a long while before she finally looked back to the parchment. "I know you know, Dora."

Dora hesitated, unsure of what to say. Had she been found out? How on earth could Bellatrix know she knew she wasn't her mother? What the hell was she supposed to do now? She slowly and discreetly placed her hand on skirts next to her wand in its holster "I- . . . I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't act dumb, it's not attractive . . . You know about Andromeda . . . How I had another sister . . . Narcissa told you." Bellatrix looked to Narcissa, an accusing look on her face.

"I- . . . Well . . ." It was Narcissa's turn to look flustered "So what? She found out that we had a sister? She's disowned and dead and that's exactly what I told Dora when she found out."

Bellatrix had a look of anger slowly brewing on her face as next to her Nymphadora was inwardly sighing with relief. "Mum . . . It's not like it's that well hidden. I did see the tree at Grimmauld place years ago. It's not like a massive burn mark hides the fact that something used to be there."

Bellatrix hesitated before she looked back down to the parchment "Yes well . . . we don't talk about her."

Dora looked to Narcissa across the table, the blonde witch broke her gaze from her sister to look at her niece, she discreetly shook her head before looking to another pile of parchments.

Nymphadora always found it easy to read Bellatrix Lestranges emotions, she also had a strange knack for making her feel better, to come closer to sanity again. She sighed as she looked to the piece of parchment she was still holding, gently placing her hand over Bella's.

"You know, I don't know about first names . . . But if it's a girl Bellatrix could be a good middle name . . . Maybe double barrelled Bellatrix Narcissa. Seems fair to me . . . Or you know I could just settle on Pollux, that could be unisex, right?" a smirk broke across Nymphadoras face which matched that of the dark haired witches usual smirk.

Bellatrix let out a rare short laugh as she took hold of her daughters hand "Bellatrix is a nice name . . . I suppose Bellatrix Narcissa if you really want . . ."

"I like Bellatrix Narcissa . . . or Narcissa Bellatrix." Narcissa nodded.

"No, Narcissa Bellatrix doesn't work, I go first Cissy."

"You know I really could settle on Pollux, it's warming on me." Dora joked "Something Pollux. . . Ah screw it Pollux Lestrange."

Dora burst into laughter as Bellatrix nudged her side and Narcissa rolled her eyes at her behaviour.

Bellatrix wrapped an arm around Nymphadora, speaking in her childish voice "Okay then, if you're such a clever little girl . . . what about a boy?"

Narcissa visibly shivered as Bellatrix used her signature taunting voice, Nymphadora simply rolling her eyes before she sat up right, shaking Bella's arm off.

"Actually I already have one for a boy . . ."

"Really?" Narcissa frowned.

Nymphadora nodded as she sifted through the parchments looking for one she had found earlier. It didn't take long before she found the earmarked page. She hadn't really chosen the name because she'd found it in one of the many papers, in truth she knew exactly what she was doing. She'd firmly decided on the name, she had been in a rebellious mood when the idea first came to her but the more she thought about it the more she desperately wanted it. It was the one and only way she could think of to remember the family she never knew as she tapped her long fingernail on the name Edward. She knew that was her biological fathers name from what Remus had told her about her biological parents, she also knew he was mostly known as Ted so it wasn't too big a risk as for all she knew that's all Bellatrix and Narcissa knew him by, but of course that would be naïve to think.

"There, Edward. It's the only normal sounding name out of all of them and as much as the other ones are . . . nice? I like Edward, there have been lots of renowned Edwards. Edward Rodolphus." Dora looked up smiling, pretending to not quite notice the look on her Aunts face. To her surprise it was Bellatrix who had been the one to break the silence that time.

"Edward Rodolphus . . . Hmm . . ." Bellatrix kissed Dora's head "Okay. Nymphadora is enough strange names for the family tree for now anyway."

The three witches mentioned nothing more of the disowned sister as for the next few hours they remained in the room looking for girls names. It was finally decided that a girl would be called Charis Bellatrix Narcissa Lestrange and a boy would be called Edward Rodolphus Lestrange.

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Nymphadora was 30 weeks pregnant and at this very moment in time she was waddling down Diagon Alley closely followed by Narcissa Malfoy. She'd been told off for 'moping around the manor' and been dragged for the ever dreaded clothes shop with Narcissa. In Narcissa's defence it hadn't been too bad so far as it turned out that secretly all Narcissa wanted to look at was baby things and spend a painfully long amount of time in Twilfitt and Tatting's. Still after spending a few hours picking out clothes Dora was hungry, her feet were swollen and she had had enough. Nymphadoras craving for chocolate had never really subsided throughout her entire pregnancy so after negotiating with her Aunt (she had been more than happy to go home to her chocolate stash) they had agreed to stop by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

Dora pulled her cloak tighter around herself, looking to her Aunt who was proudly walking in her Malfoy manner to the shop as every other wizard seemed to jump back at the sight of Bellatrix Lestranges daughter. Usually Nymphadora wouldn't care, she would even play along and act the proud pureblood along with her Aunt but today she just couldn't care less. She was even in her own little world when she looked up to see Molly Weasley staring back at her as she stood outside Slug & Jiggers Apothecary.

"Aunt Cissy . . ." Dora reached forced herself to look away from the ginger witch as she instead looked to her Aunt "I need to pick up some things for a potion, it won't take long. Order for me and I'll meet you in there?"

Narcissa looked at her for a few moments before she silently nodded and walked ahead. Nymphadora sighed as she turned to the apothecary Molly had just walked into. She pretended to be particularly interested in a vial of eye of newt when she allowed herself to acknowledge Molly staring at her.

"Can I help you with something?" Dora looked at the witch with a raised eyebrow, the feigned air of stuck up Malfoy she had learnt from her Aunt too well plastered on her face.

Molly looked to Nymphadoras round stomach for a few moments before she looked back to her face "I feel sorry for that child . . . It would be far better off with its father than with a vile woman like you."

Dora stiffened slightly, she wasn't sure if the insult was merely a charade or she really did hate her now that she hadn't been to The Order since she first told Remus she was pregnant.

"Watch your tongue Weasley." Dora placed her hand on her stomach, glaring at her.

The two women were locked in eye contact for a few moments before Nymphadora looked to the womans small basket she had already picked up, it already contained a few small items in paper bags. Dora reached out, inspecting the basket as she discreetly deposited the white envelope she had hidden up her sleeve, copying a tactic she had seen her own Uncle use many years previously. "I'm surprised you have two sickles to rub together what with your brood."

Molly watched as the envelope fell into her basket, waiting a few seconds before pulling the lot out of her reach "Go to hell, Lestrange." Molly glared as she walked away from the witch.

Dora struggled to keep up her hard exterior-damned hormones-as she walked to the counter, paid for the eye of newt and stormed straight back out to meet her Aunt.

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Nymphadora was 32 weeks pregnant as she walked through the doorway to meet her master. She hadn't seen the man in at least a couple of months, for that she had secretly been grateful, though she knew it couldn't last forever. After her trip at Diagon Alley and her encounter with Molly Weasley she felt it was a wise decision to tell her Aunt of the encounter. She had no idea of knowing if she had seen any of their brief conversation or if anybody else had seen who could pass down the information to the wrong people, it wasn't like a Lestrange could do anything without being noticed now a days.

Of course she had been stupid to think that Narcissa wouldn't go into a panic over the comment on her nieces unborn child and went straight to her mother, who in turn told her master.

Nymphadora tried not to think about it all as she approached Voldemort, she went to bow as she was stopped by him raising his hand slightly.

"Please, Nymphadora, there's no need. I don't think you would be able to rise again alone." The Dark Lord spoke as he lowered his hand once more "How is the child?"

"Fine, My Lord." Dora replied obediently, resting both of her hands on her stomach.

"I've been told of your encounter with the Weasley woman . . ."

"It was nothing, My Lord."

"Yes I'm sure that you're more than capable of handling yourself Nymphadora . . ." Voldemort rose from his chair, slowly walking towards the woman, she straightened and placed her hands back by her side as he reached out for her. She remained as still as she physically could as a skeletal hand was placed on her stomach.

"This child will be powerful, Nymphadora . . . We have to assume that, given who the father is, that The Order will try to take the child." You could almost be forgiven for thinking the man was discussing something as simple as the weather from the tone of his voice as he casually stroked the small baby bump in a way that could be wrongly interoperated as almost loving. Though maybe that was The Dark Lords only love; power.

"I can defend myself . . . My Lord." Nymphadora almost whispered.

This earned a smirk as he released his touch on the young woman and walked back to his chair "I don't doubt it . . . You're to stay in the manor, Nymphadora. Stay with your mother, she can defend you if needs be and . . . she could benefit from your company also."

Dora went to protest as she was yet again silenced by the mans simple raising of his hand "This is not up for discussion. I would rather not risk you having another encounter with any one person even remotely related to The Order of The Phoenix. You can explore the grounds if you so wish, given you take your mother with you, but no stepping even a foot past any of the spells and enchantments protecting the manor, understood?"

Nymphadora clenched her fist and took a deep breath, she was never one to be told where she could and couldn't go, but she had no choice in this matter as she gritted her teeth "Yes, My Lord."

Voldemort laughed coldly "You're more like Bellatrix than you know . . . Leave me."

Dora waited for a split second before nodding her head and leaving the room. She wasn't surprised to see Bellatrix Lestrange leaning outside the door, nor was she surprised as when she stormed off down the corridor she followed her. Her hair flashed red though as she was stopped by the tight grip suddenly latching onto her wrist.

"I am not a bloody animal to be caged!" Dora yelled, turning to face the Dark Lords most loyal.

"I know pet." Bellatrix took her hand in both of hers "Neither am I, but we do what we must . . ."

Dora glared down at her mother for a few moments before the hard exterior washed away, bursting into tears falling into her arms. Bellatrix Lestrange leant against the wall behind her, sliding down to the floor with Dora and holding her in her arms. Bellatrix buried her face in the pregnant witches hair "Shhhh, Mummy's got you . . . shhhh . . ."

The two witches stayed like that for the best part of an hour, neither wanting to move as they embraced each other how they hadn't for many years . . .

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Nymphadora was 34 weeks pregnant as she laid in her mothers arms in her bed, exhausted yet content as her mother sang to her . . .

'Hush, little baby, don't say a word.

Mumma's gonna buy you a Pheonix Bird.

And if that Pheonix bird won't sing,

Mumma's gonna buy you a serpent ring

And if that serpent ring turns brass,

Mumma's gonna buy you a two way looking glass,

And if that two way looking glass gets broke,

Mumma's gonna buy you an invisibility cloak.

And if that invisibility cloak isn't impresive,

Mumma's gonna buy you a shiny new pensive

And if that pensive doesn't show you what you want,

Mumma's gonna buy you your very own wand.

And if that little wand doesn't spark

Mumma's gonna buy you a thestral and cart

And if that thestral and cart fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little lady in town.'

Nymphadora smiled as she fell asleep.

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Nymphadora was 35 weeks pregnant as she laughed at Bellatrix and Narcissa, the elder sister having found the small photograph album Dora had been keeping. Bellatrix was not impressed, Dora wasn't sure if her Aunt realized she was only jokingly threatening her.

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Nymphadora was 36 weeks pregnant when her waters broke.