Chapter 4

The Lestrange Family Estate, December 21, 1977

Breathe.

Just breathe.

She sat at the table not knowing how much time she had left. The Yule celebrations this year were supposed to bring her something she never wanted. The fiancé she didn't choose. A life she despised. Lotta Lestrange watched her mother intently. She watched as she carefully cut her rare steak into perfectly even pieces. She watched her unconcealed glances towards the heir of the Malfoy family. Lotta barely refrained from showing her disapproval of her reprehensible behavior.

"Darling..." - Her mother's voice was full of venom, but Lotta had the impression that she was the only one who noticed it. - "Tell us how your exams are going?"

Lotta didn't know what to say. She wasn't allowed to go to Hogwarts. She received all her magical education at home with the help of tutors hired by her parents. Her mother had complete insight into both her academic performance and her entire curriculum.

She sighed, bracing herself for her mother's rude words. Instinctively, she tightened her fingers on the edge of the chair she was sitting on. - "I think I should finish this year with the highest marks. After the Christmas break, I will take the History of Magic exam."

At that moment, Lucius Malfoy noticed the topic of the conversation and turned sharply in her direction. - "You're only in your sixth year. What would be your goal in obtaining the OWTM diploma earlier?"

"Lucius, dear Lucius... You know well our views on the place of the unmarried witch in our society. She's useless. The only usefulness of a woman is her ability to bear a child. I think you'll agree with me that she shouldn't have had the chance to get pregnant before the wedding. That was why her graduation had to be expedited. To minimize the risk."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the surprise on the usually calm blond face. He looked like he was about to say something but then gave up and turned his attention back to his fiancée. To Narcissa Black. The girl of perfect beauty looked nervous. However, the moment Lotta saw the intertwined fingers of the future spouses, she saw a trace of relief in Miss Black's eyes.

"You know what's going to happen today, don't you?" - suddenly she felt the warmth of Rodolphus' breath against her ear, when she didn't immediately respond to his question, he placed his hand on her thigh and moved it dangerously close to her womb - "Mother, contrary to earlier arrangements, didn't find a suitable candidate for you, which we could use in the ritual of collecting blood pristine. We cannot afford such waste. That's why, little sister, I have the honor of being the first man in your life. Are you happy that I will take back what should always be mine and our stupid mother wanted to give it to a stranger?"

She trembled with fear. She knew about her mother's unhealthy interest in the sexual perversions of the Ancient Romans and Egyptians, but she didn't think her brother shared those interests.

"You're so cute when you're shivering..." - His hand began to move the fabric of her skirt up "...I can't wait to see you shiver as I move my hips between your legs. Just think… We'll be like Emperor Claudius and his niece Agrippina. If we're lucky, after I fill you with my cum, you'll get pregnant and you'll be mine forever. Mine every night."

She has to escape. Even before the end of dinner. She can't bear his hands on her body. Not long ago, she probably would have agreed to her fate. However, one encounter with a friend of Lucius's led to her being unable to participate in the ritual. She is no longer a virgin. She can't get pregnant because she's already pregnant.

"Answer my love." - A shiver ran down her spine. "Do you want to be impaled on my dick? I've been dreaming about it for years. Every time I fucked someone I thought of you. You don't even know how happy I am that I was able to eliminate a candidate for your hand without our mother's knowledge. I killed and now I have a reward. You."

As his finger slid under the lace of her panties, she abruptly stood up. She felt a blush on her cheeks. She hoped Rodolful would think she was ashamed of what he wanted to do publicly.

"What's going on my child?" - the lady of the house asked, seemingly concerned - "Are you feeling unwell? Rodolfus… Take her to her room. Let her rest."

"Mother, I'll go see her later. Let her gain strength." - at these words, a knowing smile appeared on the mother's lips - "After the party, I'll keep her company."

"You're right, son." - After a moment, she turned to her with a blank expression on her face and said, "Yes. Lotta go to your room. Don't close a door. Your brother will come later to you."

Every step she took seemed to be her step to the end. What could have happened was something she hadn't expected. It was even worse than the situation she had been prepared for earlier that day.

She would never have guessed that the stolen moments in the Slytherin Common Room would be the impetus for her escape. She didn't know if Lucius Malfoy would ever find out, but she would name her child after him. After all, it was he who helped her get to Hogwarts so that she could attend a party with her peers for once.

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Amber Orphanage, UK – February 27, 1978

The day started for Marianne Brandon like any other day in her life. unexpectedly. Despite many attempts to introduce a routine into her daily schedule, something always happened that surprised her. It wasn't different this time. As soon as she left the door of the historic tenement house where Amber's Orphanage was located, she saw an unconscious woman on the stairs. A girl who seemed to be a teenager.

"Ella!" - she shouted towards the still-open door. "I need help!"

The girl was dressed too lightly for this time of year. After a moment, Marianne saw that the girl was wrapped around a woolen bundle. A bloody wool bundle. She carefully pulled back a piece of fabric. Terrified, she saw a newborn baby there.

"Damn it, Ella! Come here right now!" - she screamed one last time, then took the baby in her arms and carried it to their doctor's office.

While walking, she passed her friend, who stood like a pillar of salt as soon as she saw what she was carrying. - "Go watch the girl. I'll help you bring her in. Tell me what's going on with this world?"

"It rots. In every sense of this word."

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It took them several hours to make sure that the mother and her son were stable. The girl was very cold and clearly malnourished. Marianne sighed resignedly as she combed the young woman's dark silky hair. She was so similar to her dead sister that she caught herself mistaken several times when she was talking about her.

The sound of the door opening snapped her out of her memories. Ella Fanning entered the room. Her faithful friend. - "Are you still here?"

"Yes. And I'm reliving my nightmare again." - She looked at her hands, not being able to meet the eyes of a small blonde. "I know it wasn't my fault, but I still feel responsible for what happened to Elinor."

"It was her decision. You have helped many women and you don't have to blame yourself for not being able to help your sister who didn't wanted your help. Help from anyone. Let me change the subject. What will we do with them? Albert is mad at us because he thinks we're using his orphanage as a hiding place for kids we can't handle."

Albert Grindelwald was one of the biggest surprises she met on her way. Young, intelligent, compassionate… With the fortune he inherited from his grandfather, he could devote his whole life to having fun. To her surprise, he preferred to devote himself to helping others. He accepts only as many children as he is able to devote his attention to. She hoped he would make an exception for this boy.

"I'll convince him. He must find a place for little Lucius Snape. And we need to find a place for Lotta Lestrange. And let's hope that these two will have the opportunity to meet again. If her own mother wanted to give her to her son, what could she do with her grandson?"

"Magical Britain is becoming more and more morally skewed."

Marianne didn't respond to Ella's remark. They both knew there was no need to summarize those words. And both knew that what they were doing was a drop in the ocean of needs. A drop that can hollow a rock.

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The Lestrange Family Estate, February 27, 1978

He was once again going through his sister's belongings, hoping to find any clues to her current whereabouts. Rodolfus couldn't believe he was so close to tasting Lotta. The one woman he shouldn't have and the one he wanted forever. He had wanted her since he first started noticing women. He wanted her slender thighs and shapely ass.

"I will find you, little sister." - He growled, then slammed into the bedpost. He didn't even notice the crack that meant he had cracked the oak wood. "And then I'll do what I want with you."

He lay down on her bed, pulled down his pants and spent the evening inhaling the scent of her underwear, touching himself and releasing the tension that had been with him for a long time. He wanted her more and more and less and less thought he shouldn't want her. Especially now that he was engaged to Bellatrix Black. All he wanted was for Lotta to bear his heir. He didn't want to dirt himself with Black blood.

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How do you like this chapter? This story was supposed to be a crackfic, but in flashbacks I went a long way from that. Regards, Katie Krum