Voldi Baby (Twist on Santa Baby)

Bellatrix climbed the stairs to the bed chamber slowly, nearly feeling like a shy bride on her wedding night. Shut away in Azkaban for over a decade without the touch of another human...for so long. And now she was about to be touched by the hands she'd longed to touch her for the entire time she'd been locked away. He was always with her, though, and she knew this moment would come eventually.

Only the knot of trepidation in the pit of her stomach was ruining things. He didn't look at all as he should. Those serpentine features belonged on the face of a serpent, not a man...certainly not that one. So beautiful he'd been before...like a wolf on the prowl, always stronger than the rest. The very thought gave her a small shiver of delight as she slowly opened the bedroom door, as eager as she was reluctant. She'd just imagine him as he'd looked before she was locked away, Bellatrix resolved.

"It took you long enough."

That cold high voice was going to ruin things, she thought, struggling not to shiver...and failing. That wasn't the voice he'd had either. The changes, they couldn't even just be skin deep. They had to be...complete. She sighed.

Stepping fully into the room, she slowly closed the door before turning to him just as slowly. She felt guilty for being so reluctant. It had been so long and she loved him so much. "Perhaps a bath first," she murmured.

He gave a soft laugh, closing the distance between them far too much like a striking snake, swift and decisive. At that she finally gave way to the need to shut out the sight and allowed her eyes to squeeze closed in reflex. "I have waited far too long for you. A bath will have to wait until we're done...trust me you shall be far dirtier." While those words would've stirred her to her very core had they been spoken in his original low sonorous voice, now they only made her want to scream...and not in a good way.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," she moaned miserably, swaying slightly on her feet.

"Come on! It's bloody Christmas. We are at last able to touch after so very long and you're behaving like this?"

"I'm sorry... I want to, I really do... I've missed this so much." Never did she expect to say these words to him, but she couldn't help it. "I don't think I can. Not while you look like this... Please...please try to understand," she pleaded.

He had been alone just as she had, so telling him 'no' hurt her. She wanted to give him what he needed, to make him forget all those years, but she knew she could not bring herself to. And she very much wanted to just love him for the man he was inside, and she would...just not physically. He had needs but bloody so did she. She had a need not to shag a nightmare no matter how much she wanted to be with him.

"It isn't as if I can do anything about the way I look, Bella darling," he said, speaking now through gritted teeth as his hands tightened suddenly on her upper arms in exasperation. Hands that were the wrong size and shape. "Now please... I need you."

Gently he drew her toward the bed. Perhaps if she just closed her eyes, she silently reasoned. But no, that wasn't happening. It wouldn't work, because even if she did not see, she would feel and she would certainly KNOW.

"It shall be time for dinner soon," she babbled. "Everyone will expect to see you downstairs for Christmas dinner!"

"Ah but can I not do as I like? I am Lord Voldemort after all. Should that not have its benefits, Bella darling?" Of course it should, but tonight she wasn't going to say that. "Don't you want me anymore," he demanded and she laughed incredulously.

"I've never wanted anyone else as you know. I just...can't."

"But please," he began nearly desperately. "I didn't ask for this body, and you are being unreasonable. This is the wrong time to be unreasonable, Bella! For one, it is Christmas, and for another, I need to touch you...to be inside of you...it has been years and bloody years!"

Sighing, she relented, relaxing against him...that was until that noseless serpentine face descended toward her own for a kiss and her reflexes kicked in, causing her to jerk away. "I just can't."

Before he could protest again, the door opened and Narcissa stepped in. "Bella, I have a Christmas dress that you can borrow and..." Her words trailed off, giving way to a choking sound. It was then that Bellatrix realized what her sister was seeing...her in the arms of the Dark Lord. She must be shocked, and quite likely horrified...perhaps even sickened. Narcissa's eyes went wide as her breathing grew rapid with panicked shock.

"Do come in, Narcissa," he said in that cold chilling voice that Bellatrix was quite certain she'd never grow accustom to.

"I..." Narcissa stammered.

"Hurry," he hissed and Narcissa stumbled into the room. "Close the door," he demanded and she did.

Narcissa's slender hands twisted in the fabric of the shimmering gold and green Christmas dress that she held against her chest. The dress she intended to allow Bellatrix to borrow for dinner. It was very nice, Bellatrix thought distantly as Cissy began to speak. "I won't say anything... Please, I am sorry," she stammered, and he sighed, sinking down onto the bed and rolling his eyes.

"Fuck, can this Christmas get any worse? It's supposed to be the day when all good boys get something nice," he complained darkly. "I have been good for over fifteen years and this should be my bloody day!"

Narcissa's mouth gaped, but she said nothing.

"You should tell your sister to sleep with me. It's my right and her bloody duty! She says she still loves me so she should shut her eyes and get over it."

"She doesn't know, remember," Bellatrix said flatly. "And she's not going to talk me into touching you."

"That's right. I know nothing... I will say nothing...may I leave now," Narcissa babble pleaded.

"Cissy, it's me!"

"Yes, Lord," she replied carefully.

"He isn't here. He wanted me to pretend to be him while he goes to do something in Germany or Bulgaria or somewhere. There was a prophecy...he has some diviner working for him and she saw that if he remains in the U.K for Christmas this year, he will die."

Narcissa blinked. "Come again?"

"I really would like to!"

She choked.

"I'm Rod, Cissy! Gods did you think Bella was shagging him?"

"I didn't want to think that, no," she said, eyes widening now for an entirely different reason.

Bellatrix made a disgusted face at both of them and turned away.

"How long do you have to pretend to be him," Narcissa asked.

Rodolphus shrugged. "Until he returns. I am sure he won't wish even his most trusted Lestranges to hold his power for too long, so I should think it will be soon enough."

"Well...then. I am sorry to ruin your Christmas, but I shall have to side with Bella on this one. You are asking too much."

Rod stomped from the room, glaring daggers at anyone who happened to be in his way on the stairs or in the hall. Malfoy manor was already full of holiday guests, come for the extravagant Christmas party Lucy Malfoy, as the Lestranges liked to call him behind his back, threw every year.

Rod strode angrily into the dining room that burst with holiday decorations and a towering Christmas tree whose top branches nearly scraped the ceiling. He'd spike some Christmas punch. He and Bella would drink and she'd loosen up. He would get his holiday shag tonight! Thinking of her under him was what had gotten him through all those cold lonely nights in Azkaban with nothing but her voice from the next cell over to keep him company.

They were both shocked when the Dementors of all things agreed to serve The Dark Lord and actually freed them from their cells. A Christmas miracle for sure! And The Dark Lord had arranged for it not to be leaked to the papers until after the holidays so that they may have a bit of peace.

Very kind of him, only Rod's holiday peace was being ruined by his normally wonderful wife who was choosing to be extremely unreasonable. It wasn't his fault he had to stand in for The Dark Lord. The man himself had transfigured Rod and it had hurt like a basilisk's bite, so it wasn't as if he could reverse it himself, shag and revert to the Dark Lord's form again or he certainly would.

"A drink, Lord?" The voice came from Lucius, and Rod nearly started. Lucius never spoke to him in such a deferential tone.

He felt his lips spreading into a smile. He could get used to this...at least until the Dark Lord returned. "Yes... A drink...make it a strong one, and make one for Bella as well. I've sent Rodolphus away on business, and I think she's going to keep me company."

Lucius choked, and Rodolphus whirled on him in fury...mostly because he firmly believed the Dark Lord would've done.

"Two drinks coming up, my Lord," Lucius said, and stumbled away in his haste.

Rod smirked.

"This is going to be a weird bloody few days," Rabastan said, sauntering up to stand at Rod's side, drink in hand.

"It is certainly going to be interesting," Rod replied. Rodimort, he thought. Perhaps he should think of himself as Rodimort. A laugh bubbled up inside and he hadn't even gotten that drink yet.

"I see he took my advice." The soft breathy voice came from near Rod's stomach, so he dropped his gaze. The tiny woman looked to be half elf or half goblin or something, and she dressed in the colorful garb and glittering layers of jewelry that was usually worn by fortunetellers.

So this was his diviner. Alright then. Rodolphus supposed she was good because she was able to SEE that he wasn't Voldemort. Still the Dark Lord had told him not to say a word to anyone on the matter, and they'd already had to spill to Cissy, so he wasn't speaking. He, Bellatrix and Rabastan were the only three present when the Dark Lord had ordered Rodolphus to take his place for a few days so that none of his followers would suspect anything amiss.

Bellatrix and Cissy approached then, Bella wearing the pretty sparkling Christmas dress, her wild hair spilling down her slender back and over her shoulders. It was beautiful against the shimmering green and gold fabric. Though it was certainly an un-Dark Lord like move, Rod couldn't help staring.

"You look beautiful," he said, locking his gaze onto Bellatrix's own. She flushed with pleasure even as her eyes turned away in discomfort. He knew he should be more understanding of her revulsion, but he needed her, and wasn't ready to give up quite yet. Azkaban had made them both over thin and washed out, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him in spite of that. What was taking Lucy so bloody long to bring a few bloody drinks?!

"I will serve him until I do not." The voice came from the little half goblin or elf fortuneteller.

Rodolphus sighed, as he'd nearly slipped up and asked her a question. Was the Dark Lord testing him? Likely that was it, and he was not going to get himself into any trouble by blabbering about how unkind and different The Dark Lord seemed in this new and unimproved body.

How nearly cuttingly cruel he'd been to all of them, insulting them for getting caught over the Longbottoms before moving on to the shortcomings of Bella's family, until she was nearly in tears. Rod could agree about the flaws of the Blacks at times, but he hadn't chimed in for fear of being on Bella's bad side. Considering she wasn't going to be affectionate with him for Christmas, perhaps he shouldn't have bothered, he thought darkly.

"Just remember, the way comes but once," the half goblin/elf said, tugging at his sleeve. "And when it does, take it... All of you."

Narcissa was the one who spoke, her voice a choked whisper. "Thank you."

Rod blinked and the fortuneteller was gone. Just suddenly gone, without even the sound of a crack of apparation. He opened his mouth to comment on how bloody weird that had been when Lucius glided up at last with a drink in either hand which he extended to Rodimort and Bella.

"Thank you, Lucius," Rodimort said smoothly.

Yes, thinking of himself as Rodimort would keep him from behaving at all like himself. Silently Rodolphus congratulated himself on how brilliant he was.

Bellatrix took her drink silently with only a slight nod of thanks.

Snape strolled up before anyone else could speak, bowing low to Rod. No to Rodimort, he reminded himself before he could begin laughing gleefully at the thought of Snape bowing to him. "Would you like my report on Potter, Lord," he asked.

Rodolphus smirked, shaking his head. "Not unless it shall change the course of things, Severus. It's Christmas, after all, and we have much to celebrate."

Snape gaped for a moment and Rod was hard pressed not to laugh. This was fun. The Dark Lord had instructed him to interact with others as little as possible unless there was an emergency. In such a case, he was to interact, then go somewhere private to touch his dark mark and summon The Dark Lord home.

"N-No, Lord. Nothing that can't wait," Severus stammered, quite obviously shocked by Rodimort's Christmas cheer.

Lifting his glass to cover a grin, Rod downed half of its contents. He hadn't had a drink in over fifteen years and it was bloody good!