Chapter Three
"HE WANTS ME TO HAVE HIS CHILD AND TAKE CARE OF THAT BEING FOR HIS NEXT REIGN OF POWER!" I threw my arms up into the air, pacing in my bedroom, absolutely furious with the man I once adored. He bruised my cheek and burned my gut for the last time, it was by far the most humiliating moment in my life and I wasn't going to stand for it. Rodolphus stared at me, having finally grasped the idea that our boss was trying to knock me up. "This has to be a cause of senility or something because what if he does live, and what if I'm stuck with his child for the rest of my life! He's not going to take care of it, I'm going to have to quit my position! I'm not going to bleeding hand over my job just so some snotty little bastard wants to suck on my tit!" I threw off my death eater robe and kicked it across the room, falling backwards onto the bed and sighing. Rodolphus put his arm around me and kissed my unbruised cheek.
"When do you have to do it, Bella?" He frowned a little and stroked my hair, nuzzling me softly.
I whined. "Whenever he calls me. It's like I'm on a waiting list for pregnancy. God this is so ridiculous, why the hell does he care about babies? There are plenty of other things in our world that can be done to make himself whole again if he is destroyed! He's done it already! Why does he need a child! What if the child doesn't even behave like him! What if I can't raise a child! What if I die trying to give birth to the little fucker? I'm not some fresh little twit straight from Hogwarts anymore!" Rodolphus sighed and kissed my lips, it seemed it was the only way he could get me to finally shut up about babies and upsetting news. His fingers twirled along mine, grasping our hands and holding them close, finding his kiss finally and returning it. It was very very confusing, how a man of such greatness, who amounted himself to so much is now falling such a muggle emotion. If there had been a motive behind it all that doesn't support his main purpose, I'll rip out the umbilical cord and strangle him with it.
We pulled away from each other and sighed, holding our bodies close in embrace, nuzzling and snuffing the torches with our wands. It had been too late for me to yell and carry on about fetal plots(like that, doncha?). We fell asleep after an hour of trying to calm my nerves, he suffered because I couldn't stop twitching and whining. I told him that my ovaries knew what was going on the whole time, and were going to allow it to happen, having wasted enough eggs for the past years since puberty.
It had been months since we heard from our Lord again. Rodolphus went to work as usual, and I wandered around through shopping centers with my sister, it was a usual outting between her and me. She naturally bought more than I would, always has and always will; I was more fond of foods and alcohols myself, the wine cellar and liquor cabinent Rodolphus and I shared can show that. It had been around the month of November, Draco was in school, most likely smarting off to his friends and school mates less worthy. Cissa wanted to buy some new dark chocolate and cherry combination, it was amazing how much she spoiled him with treats that he didn't have a blemish or chubby roll.
"Ah, I'll take two dozen please. Bella, would you like any? Make that three dozen!" She waved her silky gloved hand at the pastry slave. "I'm so glad my son's alright, after.. the fiasco, I was debating whether I should let him back."
I grinned, stealing a mint and popping it into my mouth. "Well Cissa, it was his fault to begin with."
She shushed me and glared at the plain boxes. "No, no, no! Plain boxes will not do! Make them a dark green and wrap them in silver ribbon!"
"But miss.."
"Do it!"
"...Fine." The poor slave took the boxes, going to the back to meet her demands.
"Alright, normally I have to drag you out of the house to go shopping with me. What's wrong?" Narcissa sighed and pulled out her change purse, sifting through it.
"Doesn't mean anything is wrong, can't I spend time with my loving sister?" She stared at me with a sarcastic expression, I sighed and shook my head. "It involves...Voldemort.. I don't think this is the place to discuss it.. " I watched as some familiar aurors stepped into the shop in plain clothes, shivering and pulling my hood over my eyes, only while she narrowed her own. "Forget it. Talk about your son. How are they doing without the headmaster?" Cissa took the boxes and handed them to the house elf who then vanished into thin air, taking it back to the mansion. The aurors grew closer, we decided to finally leave after paying.
"McGonagall is handling it. But because of Draco's little task, he's on a strict watch with grades and behavior. He cannot go anywhere without an escort, and his packages are being ransacked, as well as his luggage. He's no longer seeker, or a prefect, and he eats lunch closest to the teacher's table. My poor little Malfoy." I grinned widely and shook my head, picking a grape from a nearby cart and popping it in my mouth. "I doubt he's going to stay there for long. He isn't very happy. I might have to teach him at home if it grows to be too strict."
"Aww, silly little Death Eater." But I saw her eyes fill with water, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close, sighing. "Aw, Cissa.. "
"It isn't fair! He's just a child! He can't handle this as well as you can! And even you went through hell. Bella, I don't know if I can stand him being in this situation, it's the first time I want to just tell the Dark Lord to go leech off some other innocent life!"
"Cissa.. calm down, there are aurors about." She sniffled into a handkerchief and pressed against me, I rubbed her shoulder softly.
We arrived later at her large and cold home, it was always the emptiest place. We took off our cloaks and sat in the den infront of the fire, having the house elves bring us tea and tea accessories. I told her of Voldemort's latest scheme, and she looked more distraught than when she found her that Draco were to serve him. She threw her head backwards in hysterics, laughing for a good amount of time, until finally settling down and looking back at me. She realized I wasn't joking, and was then soon horrified by it, she herself couldn't picture me having a child, she said. She also mentioned Voldemort's abnormality into wanting a child as well. I changed the subject.
Hours later I went home, and hours turned to days, days turned into weeks. The most I heard from my Lord was when Rodolphus was called out for an assignment and I was left home. It irritated me, and yet I couldn't have done anything about it. He heard news of Harry Potter and his friends coming closer and closer, more and more Death Eaters were being captured and thrown into Azkaban, it was only a matter of time before I would have been called to receive that demon seed. Narcissa and I went out more often, I could tell she was a mess, being alone in that mansion, her husband in Azkaban and son in almost a prison setting. I offered for her to stay over at my place, being Rodolphus was out more than I had been, but she refused and bought more and more for her son. Every day I would hear the latest lament from Draco, mostly about Voldemort and his assignments, and anything about Harry Potter. I told him I couldn't say anything, mostly because of interception and his strict watch, and my inevitable capture had I responded with what he wanted.
Rodolphus came home, it was nearly two in the morning, he staggered in the room and fell next to me. I was already awake, and so I rolled ontop of him and crawled into his cloak. We kissed and embraced and laid there for a moment before he spoke out. "Mrrn,.. the sper..I mean, dark one, is awaiting your arrival, Bella. And he knows you know of a contraceptive charm, and offers a warning that if you use it, you will die. He sounds like someone I want to raise a child with." He yawned and closed his eyes. I frowned and nuzzled him.
"Yeah right, his part being when it's born and naming it, then my part being the parent until it's of age. I sighed and used my lover's cloak as a blanket, falling asleep to the pounding of his heart.
Later that evening, before I even received my burning call, I was already at his quarters. I walked past the old familiar hallway of mold and spider homes and went through the threshold into his dusty office and bedroom. He greated me with his usual cool demenor, offering me wine and sitting at the edge of his desk. "Bella, it has been quite sometime since I saw you." I rolled my eyes and rubbed my cheek where he has struck me. "Have you thought it over, my servant?" It was the question I was hoping he'd beat around the gillyweed for. He looked into my eyes and took his finger under my chin, lifting my head and leaning in close. Those sanguine eyes pierced into my hollow caves, his thumbnail carressing the curve of my cheek. He whispered lowly, asking me again, "Have you thought it over, servant? I have, and I know the consequences it will have, but I'm sure you're willing to take for my cause. That vow you took for me required every last part of your soul and desires, Bella. "
"I know, I know!" I shook him off of me and looked down at the glass in my lap, many thoughts running through my mind, plaguing me. I couldn't think clearly enough for it to be a straight answer, but his eyes, his cool words and the truth hidden in them were all things I just couldn't avoid any longer. I looked up at him, wiping my eyes and licking my thin lips slowly with the tip of my tongue. He smiled and rose his head high, awaiting my response. "I have, and I will."
