Bellatrix Lestrange was pregnant. The Dark Lord has called in some healers from Bulgaria whom he had met while traveling abroad in his younger years, and given them the task of examining Voldemort's most faithful. They had found that she was expecting a child.
This had come as no surprise to Voldemort. He had been anticipating it, even. He had an heir at last. The plan was coming together.
Yes, it had all just been part of a plan when he and Bellatrix shared that night at Malfoy Manor. It would be the last time, now that she had finally given him what he wanted. But it hadn't been the first time. Neither time had been loving, but at least the first time had been passionate. Lord Voldemort was still known as Marvolo then; no longer Tom, but not yet Voldemort. He had just returned to England and he found himself pleased with this wide eyed, dark haired young flower. She awoke a hunger inside of him. And so they had done it, even though Bellatrix had just been wedded to Rodolphus Lestrange.
He was still man enough to feel attraction then. Not love, but attraction. But even that human part of Voldemort had been ripped out of him by the time Bellatrix, her husband, and others had broken out of Azkaban. The faithful ones.
Voldemort had to admit, though, that remembering when they had been together so many years ago, it made him feel a deep growling inside...
Bella had just been marked with the Dark Mark. It had been painful, but she had not flinched. No, she had laughed. She had looked into his eyes for the first time and laughed. For that one second, she was no longer the submissive servant, she was his equal. She was overjoyed.
Rodolphus stood to the side, trying to hide the grimness he felt. He, too, had just been Marked. Rodolphus believed in the pure blood cause, but he was not a fighter. He was a quiet man who cared little for such barbaric practices as war. But he was devoted to his Bella, so he had grudgingly obliged when she insisted that they both be Marked.
"Rodolphus," came Marvolo's smooth, cold voice, "may I escort Bella to her chambers? She seems very tired."
Rodolphus opened his mouth to protest, a look of shock drawn over his face, as he knew what Marvolo was implying. But a dark glare from Bella quickly silence him. "Yes, my lord. As you wish."
"Come, Bella."
Marvolo spun around and headed upstairs for Bellatrix's room, his dark robes swishing behind him. The newest Death Eater jauntily skipped at his side. Like Rodolphus, she had caught on. And she could not have been more thrilled.
Finally, master and servant reached Bellatrix's bedchambers, and they slipped inside. Marvolo closed the door and cast Alohamora, then turned to Bellatrix.
"I am happy that you have joined my ranks, Bella. I hope that I shall find a worthy servant in you. So for your loyalty, I shall reward you with pleasure, pleasure your weak husband could never give to you."
"Oh, yes, he is so weak, my lord! He is nothing... nothing compared to you," sighed Bellatrix.
"Yes... Now, Bella, shall we begin?"
Bellatrix nodded eagerly, and quickly undid the laces on her robes before Marvolo stopped her. "No, Bella. I am your master. I do that for you."
This suited Bellatrix just fine. She patiently sat down as Marvolo fumbled with the laces. At last, her black dress landed on the floor. Marvolo took in the sight of her pale white body, perfectly exposed. The slightness of her figure, the curves of her hips... She was so delicate. He pushed her onto her bed and tore off her knickers with much more force than he had torn off her dress. The fire inside of him was starting to grow hotter and hotter.
He kissed her, his cold fingers wandering down her spine. It chilled her to the bone. It enthralled her.
And that night, Bellatrix Lestrange had been consumed by the man who would become the Dark Lord.
Voldemort smirked at the memory, and then stood from his chair. Bella was still resting, as Bulgarians were supposedly very rough with their medical practices, and he wanted to see her. He wanted to congratulate her, his best lieutenant, on successfully conceiving his heir...
He trekked up the teetering staircase of Malfoy Manor and gave a firm knock at the guest chambers where Bella stayed. "Come in," came a tired voice.
He entered, and saw Narcissa, Bellatrix's pale haired sister, sitting at Bella's side, gently stroking her hand.
"I am so happy for you, Bella. You are to become a mother."
"Yes, how very proud you must be, your sister carrying my seed," said Voldemort with a smirk.
Narcissa looked taken aback.
"I-it's yours, my lord?"
"Bella didn't tell you, Narcissa? Hmph. I thought she would have been delighted to share that she was carrying the next heir of Slytherin."
"I-I'm so sorry, my lord," wailed Bellatrix, tears dripping down her white face. "I did not mean to act ashamed... I am in fact very proud... Please forgive me!"
"Shush, Bella, you fool, you are already consumed by your frail state already. Well, do see to it that you take care of yourself. I need my heir to be healthy, and I of course need my best lieutenant to be ready for battle when she recovers from delivery." Delivering a swift smile, Voldemort stride briskly out of Bellatrix's room. He suddenly found himself chuckling.
Bella, his dark little rose, a mother...
Yes, his dark little rose, indeed.