Note: I do not own Harry Potter. This is just a fanfic of it :)
Warning: Chapter may contain violence.
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Synopsis: What if Harry' s attempt in casting the cruciatus curse in the deep in the bowels of the ministry were successful, and for some reason, in Bellatrix's crazy insane unstable mind, this could only mean one thing, Harry is her son! Never mind that fact that she was never pregnant or never gave birth to anyone in her entire life, Harry is hers now and no one can tell her otherwise. She is Bellatrix Lestrange after all, and she is always right.
Fandom: Harry Potter Series
Rating: T
Genre: Humor, Parody
Language: English
Crossover: no
Category: Books
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Chapter One
"Crucio!"
Bellatrix had only a second to feel shocked before a violently red light struck her. Then her world descended into utter pain, feeling as if a thousand white-hot knives slicing repeatedly all over her skin. She opened her mouth to let out a loud scream of pain.
How?
How could a light wizard such as a Potter, the boy-who-lived, cast such a powerful dark spell, one of the three unforgivables so powerfully? So effortlessly? So effectively?
Rarely had Bellatrix felt a crucio this strong, almost rivalling that of her master's. Rivalling that of… her own.
With that Bellatrix was hit by a strong realization. How could she not have seen it before? Through a pain filled haze, she quickly looked through the so-called Potter boy's features for confirmation.
The dark wild hair, the pale skin, the sharp grin and almost mad glint in his eyes, and who could forget, the sheer power and affinity that he had exhibited for the dark arts with the use of the cruciatus. Such talent was impossible from a dirty-blooded, son of a mudblood and a blood traitor. Which means only one thing, he wasn't their son at all!
He was hers! Her own son! Yes, that's it! She could clearly see the resemblance, she could feel her power passed on to his own! But, how? How did he come to be known as a Potter? How did those blood traitors get their dirty paws all over him?
There was only one explanation. Those blood traitors must have stolen him from her as an infant and tricked him and everyone else into thinking that he was theirs. Or at least tricked him for a while. Her son, Harry, no… Harilaos, yes, that is his name, a good strong pureblood name, must have realized his true identity from the start. That was why he became a Gryffindor! He must have forced and threatened that old sorting hat into putting him there to forge an illusion and let the old goat and his merry band of blood traitors believe that their plan to brainwash him into becoming the perfect light icon was working, in order to gather his strength and attack them at the right time! He must have been befriending them so they would keep their guard down and then he would betray them when they least expected it! It was so brilliant! Just what she expected from her own son.
His acting was so great, that, for a time, she actually believed that he was a lion when in fact he was a true snake, an embodiment of Slytherin. Bellatrix felt a trickle of shame. How could she have ever doubted him for even a second? What kind of mother was she? Then and there, Bellatrix vowed to make it up to her son and never doubt him ever again.
Her little baby was so strong, to be all alone amidst the enemy. That was probably why he casted the cruciatus curse on her! To make her realize who he really was and show her how much he has grown on his own as well as demonstrate his talent. Because how else must he prove to her his identity? How else would he prove his strength and character? And most importantly, how else would he be able to show the true extent of his power unless the person he was demonstrating it to felt it for themselves? He just hit three birds with one stone, Bellatrix had never felt more proud her entire life. Her perfect son, her own flesh and blood, her pride and joy, so powerful and magnificent from a young age. Of course he was the best! He was her son! Bellatrix cackled madly despite the pain before carrying on screaming even louder. She once heard Narcissa say something about positive encouragement or reinforcement being good for children or something along those lines. She should scream louder to show her sweet Harilaos just how painful and powerful his spell was and her pride and approval of such a successful casting.
But instead of encouraging him to carry on with more power however, he seems to hesitate continuing on. Oh no! Her sweetling must be worried that he was hurting her far too much. Before Bellatrix could think on how to reassure him of his superb cursing skills, she suddenly spotted her husband's tall form creeping behind her beloved son Harilaos.
He must have been drawn to their location by her screaming.
And before she could protest, her idiot husband suddenly casted a spell at her precious baby's back. The pain of the cruciatus suddenly disappeared and Bellatrix could only watch her son crumple to the ground. "NOOO!" she screeched terrified as to what he had done to him.
'How dare he hurt her son!' Bellatrix thought furiously and fixed her wand directly at her husband's face. She staggered back onto her feet, intent on showing him the consequences of hurting her son.
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