Author's Note: So bored this weekend...

Disclaimer: Nope nope nope! I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 37

"No, Bella, don't eat that!" Krista's pulled the sickle from Bellatrix's hands and slipped it into her pocket. Bellatrix immediately let out a shrill cry. "Don't cry! Oh, please, don't cry." She grabbed the toddler and tried to get her to calm down.

Bellatrix took after her father. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She had Krista's shape of face though. She petted her wild, curly hair and gently rocked her.

She brought her into the nursery and placed her in her crib. She smiled as Bella immediately fell asleep. Then she walked to Xenophilius's crib and grinned when she saw he was awake. He was staring at the mobile with an open mouth.

She giggled and turned, only to let out a shriek of surprise. Tom was leaning against the door frame of the nursery.

"Tom, warn me if you decide to just drop by," she whispered, glancing towards Bellatrix's crib.

He smirked and pushed himself off the door frame and to her. He stopped when there were only a few inches apart from their bodies. She nervously took a step back.

He merely chuckled and stood over Bella's crib.

"She's asleep." She grabbed his upper arm and tugged, motioning that they should leave the nursery. After one more moment at staring at his child, he followed her out the room.

"I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks." She tried to start up a conversation when they walked into the living area.

"I've been busy." He stated and stared at the door to the master bedroom.

She sighed. "Aren't you always?"

He ignored her question and looked back at her. "Where is Lovegood?"

"I'm a Lovegood," she said and looked away from his eyes.

He rolled his eyes and responded, "Fine. Where is Ansel?" He spoke the name as if it was dirty.

"He's off trying to catch Grindelwald's remaining followers."

Tom smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist, then pulled her to him. "No interruptions," he purred.

She pushed him away with a harsh shove. "No, Tom, not again."

His left eye visibly twitched. "You dare defy me?"

"Yes, I defy you and your unusually large ego." She smirked and picked up the baby books from the floor and put them on the shelf.

He suddenly had her trapped against the bookshelf with his body. "That's not the only thing that's unusually large."

She pressed herself further into the shelf in attempt to escape him. "That's right, your head is."

"Mmm, which one?" His hand crawled under her blouse and caressed the underside of her breast.

"The one above your shoulders." She tried to push his hand away, but he moved closer and pinned her arms to the shelf with his slim frame.

"Pregnancy has done you good," he said as he fondled with her full breasts.

She tried shoving backwards to get him off, but that was to no avail. "Let go, Tom."

"Now why would I do that? Why would I let go of such a gorgeous woman?" He smirked into her neck.

"Because I love Ansel!" She shouted and felt Tom's frown against her neck. Faintly, she heard the children start crying in the other room.

Tom removed his hands from her blouse and allowed her to move away from him.

Krista started walking towards the door but halted when Tom started speaking.

"Love is a weak emotion." She turned around as he continued, "It distracts people from what they truly need, power."

She shook her head and stared at him with eyes of pity. "You're a hopeless case, Tom."

That red glint appeared in his eyes again.

"I wish I could change you. I really do. But you've been hopeless for such a long time. You believe power is what people need. That's not the case. Love is what people need. I wish you felt that, Tom. I want to love you. You're the father of my child. But you'll never love me. Never," she whispered sadly.

"You are a fool," was his cold response. "A fool for believing in such things. This so called love is what holds people back! Love is for the weak, the poor, the pathetic, the filth, and the filthy mudbloods and muggles. They're too blinded to see what is truly important."

"You're the blind one, Tom!" Tears formed in her eyes and she turned her back to him and batted them away.

The Daily Prophet sat innocently on the wooden table.

The wealthy Hepzibah Smith found dead in her own home. Further investigations and discoveries will soon be found.

Wealth. Is that all people cared about? If it was just a poor beggar, then it wouldn't have been published. No one would care. Tom said that love is for the poor. Was love really a weak emotion?

No, he wouldn't get to her. He wouldn't turn her into something that she's not.

"You're wrong, Tom." She picked up the edition of the Daily Prophet and held it up to for him to read. "You are the blind one and the foolish one. Only fools care about wealth and how much power they have. Sure, I would care if I was living on the streets, but at least I wouldn't be blind!"

He had an ugly look on his face. "Hepzibah Smith was a stupid woman. She was a fool. There are so many fools out there. You, Hepzibah, Lovegood, and many more. Perhaps it would be better if you all did die. Hepzibah had something valuable that I wanted, so I took it."

She dropped the Daily Prophet to the ground and stared at him in terror. "You killed her? What? What would be so valuable that you had to kill her, Tom?"

"You know how I feel about the Founders' relics. But she had something that belonged to me. Something of Slytherin's," he spoke coolly and dangerously.

"So will you take the compass? Are you going to kill me and take the compass as well? I don't see why you shouldn't." Her breathing was becoming heavy.

"An idea." His eyes glinted red as he grinned. "How about we talk about it tomorrow over tea? Around seven?"

She bit her lip and stayed silent.

"It's final then." He smiled a smile that didn't fit him. It made him look far too innocent. "Make sure the house is empty. No husband and no children, just you and me."

Her heart thumped and he left her there, staring blankly at the floor.

Krista knew that he was going to do more than talking.

A/N: My stomach just rumbled...EARTHQUAKE! FEED ME DEATH EATERS!

Actually, that doesn't sound appetizing.

Review Replies:

Honey Luna: Hmm, will Tom-Tom kill Krista? Is he really that twisted and crazy? Well, we'll just have to find out! :D And I DO have a twitter! It's MagikJoker. I have one under TomRiddleCrazy as well, but I'd prefer if you follow MagikJoker. My oldest brother is following TRC, and he doesn't even know I write fanfiction. I'd be embarrassed if he read them. x)

Dark Angel 792: Lord Voldemort not corrupt Bellatrix? What planet are you on? xD