DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/N A new chapter I wrote. I guess I wanted to know what happened to Bella. I don't think there is more, at least not now.
The Seventh Child
Two years have gone by; the children are two years old this Thursday. The birthday party will start in two hours, Lucius has volunteered to go and pick up the ice cream. The sun is shinning this cold February morning. Rabastan has offered to help.
"A fine day to for a celebration, but I hope they take a nap before the guests arrive, their energy is boundless."
Lucius chuckles "I heard that Andy is pregnant with twins."
Rabastan grins, "We are happy, very…" he stops talking, feeling someone is looking at him.
Lucius raises an eyebrow, Rabastan looks around, the only people at Fortescue are a young witch and a toddler in a perambulator. Both wizards hold their breath when they see the toddler's face.
At that moment the door opens, "Malfoy, Lestrange, fancy to find you here."
They both look at the new comer, still not used to his new persona.
Before they can answer, Fenrir sniffs the air, and Rabastan recognizes the toddler's eyes, sort of. These fresh eyes are somewhat different.
Fenrir walks towards the child, the mother is frozen. As Fenrir approaches, she hurries and bends to pick up the child who is happy to be picked up.
"Who are you?" Fenrir asks point blank, no preambles. He is by them, his hand reaches to touch the child, but Lucius hand is on his.
"Don't," His teeth are clenched, he sees the werewolf as a threat, new leaf or not.
Rabastan is right behind, his hand on his wand. The child smiles, "Hi," she says reaching her hand to touch Rabastan.
Both Lucius and Rabastan recognize the eyes, no mistakes, only one set ever, brown with blue specs.
Fenrir's smile is cold, "I have the right, the child is a Greyback. Being that I am the last of my line, and my young children were all killed by Muggles, I wonder how this can be. Unless..."
Lucius notices that they are no longer alone, but he has his own interest. He had been sure there had been seven streams, now, he is certain. He just doesn't understand the rest, or why the witch didn't come forward. He sees the eyes right outside a nearby window, it doesn't surprise him.
Lucius looks at the mother, she is a Muggle born judging by her clothes. Her looks surprise him, she is petite, delicate, with long light blond curly hair. The hair looks like his wife's. Her eyes are blue, not brown, but she could be his wife's relative, more like her sister. Could she be related? They look a lot alike; it is disturbing. Ah, she wears specs, now she looks different. She can hide behind them.
"Let's go and sit, there." He points at a table by a window, the furthest away from the counter.
The witch looks from one to the other, the child is looking at the three males with great interest. Just outside the shop, people are commenting about a swarm of fireflies that came from nowhere. They are blocking the entrance. Nobody can come in. Lucius takes notice.
She nods and walks towards the tables, the child is looking at the three wizards over her mommy's shoulder. She grins and waves her hand saying, "Hi, I like choc'oate is'cream with prinkles." She makes them all smile. She makes a face and points at Lucius, "Yo're purty."
Rabastan and Fenrir grin, and Lucius and the young witch blush. The toddler's remark has broken the ice, a little.
They sit at a large booth, the witch sits in one side, not leaving room for anyone else. Lucius notices for the first time that she is holding her wand.
Fenrir is the first to talk. "I asked a polite question, but better ask more directly, is this child yours, and if so who is the father?" He suspects the worse, remembering the smell of Greyback's blood the day of the battle. The day that he changed, he realized that he might still have family, and there was hope.
Damn Bella cursed him, killing his seed when he refused to bed her, not for the first time, during the Winter's celebration, the year was 1975. Earlier that year, he saved a young foreign witch from Bellatrix. She claimed the witch had flirted with Rodolphus. Just the year before, the last of his children had been killed by Muggle hunters. He remembers.
"You will be safe here, hide until I am back," he had changed from his werewolf into a human. She did something to him. He only liked she-wolves so this was unusual. He took her to her house when it was safe. He knew that she was afraid of him, but was attracted just like he was.
It wasn't long before they made love a few times. She was very young, and he was her first lover. It turned into a lot more than attraction. He wanted to bring her to his side, but one day he came with his family's bride ring, wanting to make her his wife. She was gone and left him a scroll. Bellatrix had seen her, and knew that he was her lover; she didn't want to die so she had gone.
Raging, Fenrir confronted Bella. She was furious that he had preferred a Blood Traitor over her. He looked all over but never found the witch, couldn't find a trace of her until the Death Hollow's day; the day he had smelled Greyback blood.
He remembered 23 years before, when he had believed that she was pregnant, hope bloomed, but he found nothing. He was still looking, went everywhere, and nothing until now.
The witch looks at him. The scroll makes sense, he is the feared Greyback, her husband's father. "Why did you kill her grandmother?" She asked, not sure why. "Do you want to know so you can hurt my child?"
Fenrir is not a fool, Bellatrix must have found her and killed her; but there had been a child. Where was him? His heart aches, she was gone, "Of course not, is she yours. What was her grandmother's name?"
"What do you think? Her name was Emily." The witch answers.
Fenrir's face reveals his pain; it is real.
Lucius and Rabastan are silent. Lucius cannot control a smile, the Sentient being pulling the strings has a sense of humor. If the child is Bellatrix, she is a werewolf and a Muggle. He looks at Rabastan who is thinking along the same lines. He is one of the privileged few who knows what happened. They exchange looks while waiting for an answer.
"Where is your husband, I want to meet him." Fenrir still hopes.
Her eyes fill with tears, "He died during the DH battle, downed by her name's sake," she looks at Rabastan, "Your brother's wife, Bellatrix Lestrange killed my husband. I saw it. It was like she knew who he was. He was a good wi…" she breaks down in sobs.
Fenrir howls, he is in deep sorrow, "She knew, she knew, her taunts. Emily, is she really dead? When, how…" But he stops when he sees how upset the young witch is. He wishes he could go back in time and murder the evil witch when he had the chance.
Lucius is the first to notice, the child looks sad, she is standing on the seat, kissing her mommy. "Baby, don't ky, I lo'you. Shh. My goo' baby." She hugs her mommy.
At this, the three wizards' eyes are fixed on the child. She is certainly a good little witch.
"It's okay Bella, is okay, Mommy is fine." Her mommy says.
"Why did you name her after, err, her." Nobody wants to repeat her name. Reluctantly she tells them about the scroll. She agrees to hear Fenrir and to other things.
There are five new guests at the party. Clarissa, Bella's mother, looks at the six children, her daughter's look a-likes. They are all siblings, there is no denying. The older Malfoys are not surprised, it makes sense to them.
The guests admire the set up, the party is being held in a recently built oversized-gazebo behind the trees. The building is more like a conservatory, it has full facilities for young children and adults. The theme today is baby animals, each wears a version of a baby animal costume, along with hats with ears, and sometime beaks or tails. Hermione has painted their faces, they look adorable. The place is decorated like a forest full of balloons. The Malfoy want to make sure that whoever, is able to freely watch the celebration.
Clarissa's father is the first to say something, "There are things we don't understand. Why question such a portent; I think there is a greater plan, not for us to judge it." The Malfoy fully agree.
The children all welcome their new sibling with open hearts. Bella is shy, but Fred drags her to play. Teddy is not to sure, but when he sniffs her from head to toe, making Fenrir smile, he grins and hugs her. He is taken; both are the child of a werewolf and a blood traitor. From that day forth, it seems that wolves are, and will be, in Bella's future.
Fenrir is both glad and sad. He had a son who died not knowing that Bellatrix was behind it all. Now he has hope and an heir. Besides, he is smitten with the pup's mother, time will tell. He thinks it makes sense, she was his dead son's mate. He is single; his mate was killed during the Muggle raid. Thus, he is and will be responsible for them. In the old times, she would become his mate, shortly after his son's death, but that was then. He will wait.
Clarissa's life has changed once again. She agrees to think of the opportunities offered to her, albeit she doesn't want to move. Something tells her it is best that way, for now. While she refuses to believe her daughter is a Malfoy, she agrees the Floo connection to the Malfoy's, and to Fenrir's; she wants her child to have the best of protections.
She does however accept an invitation, Fenrir wants her to come with her parents to visit his 'place.' He wants to show Clarissa what her daughter will inherit and to meet his 'people.'
Lucius recommends that he talks to William Weasley, maybe he can help Fenrir to lift the curse. Fenrir agrees, is time to heal the old rifts. He has a bargaining chip, one he thinks Weasley will accept.
Fenrir think that he is getting a second chance, and he is grateful for it. Lucius observes when Fenrir approaches a reluctant Weasley. Lucius is not dumb, he knows that with more heirs, Bella will be more available. He is glad to see a change on Weasley's face. It looks positive.
Although Bella doesn't favor Andy; she is absolutely far from her name's sake. She is a loved child, one who is being taught right from wrong, there are hopes. The Lestrange brothers might never warm up to her, they don't trust her.
Bella loves the older Malfoys, just like the other children. She often runs to Hermione to hug and smooch her legs. She joins the other children when they all decide to brush long hair. "The hair-terrors are ready for work." Draco chuckles, "That is a good reason to keep my hair short." Many laugh, they know about the children's penchant to brush hair, everyone let's them. Hermione is the chosen this day; they love her long curly hair; she puts up stoically while the adults smile at their games.
Hermione tell Lucius how strange this is, after all, the old Bella murdered the new Bella's father and grandmother. "No, not strange I imagine that was one of the reasons she was born to Clarissa." He answers and pats her hand tenderly
That afternoon, a big gift wrapped box appears in the middle of the room over a table. The now familiar fragrance fills the room. The glass ceiling is bright with fireflies.
"I think that's safe, " Hermione opens it. Inside there are several boxes and packages, labeled for each of the children, to include Teddy. There are children's toys, and eight bracelets, shaped like a tree that twinkles. The moment they see them, they appear around the children's wrists. They will grow with the children, they cannot be removed.
There is also a book, most of the pages are blank but for a few written in a language nobody can read, for now. There is also a velvet box with a large bracelet for Hermione. The stones are round and flat. Characters unknown to all are engraved on one face, and each of the Malfoy children's respective initials, on the other face of seven of the stones, two are blank on one side. The bracelet has nine stones, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. As with the children's, it moves to Hermione's wrist. She can take it off, but never for long since it reappears in place.
Lucius examines the bracelet, is charged with power unknown to him. The workmanship is foreign to him, maybe Elven, but who really knows. The clasps are a tree and a firefly, the separators are eyes. It isn't gold or an alloy that he recognizes.
"It is a fine gift, I just wonder the meaning of the two stones without an initial." She looks thoughtful. Lucius grins and winks at a smiling Draco. They can always hope.
Fred manages to make a huge mess, he is the ring leader of naughtiness, he can make them all misbehave; the children and their other young guests join him; Fred is predictably the last to tire out. He is fuzzy, so he screams and sobs when Bella leaves.
His cries are followed by others, they are having a sleepover at the Weasley's cottage, a birthday treat; but Clarissa isn't comfortable with the idea. At least she agrees to allow the installation of Floo with connections to the Malfoy and to Fenrir; she wants her child to have the best of protections, and to have friends.
The guests are gone, by the time everyone leaves, the adults are exhausted. The house-elves are also retired for the night along with the staff invited to the wild gathering. The Malfoys sit by the fire on an oversized chaise-lounge. They have a rare night to themselves, they all have plans, "Bella, the child of a Muggle and a werewolf, who would have even imagined?" Draco wonders.
"Why did she get a chance?" Hermione asks, still reluctant to accept the new Bella, even though the child is clearly taken with her. She calls her 'my Mimi,' and Draco and Lucius, each, 'Dwaco Daddy, and Lusus Daddy.' She decides the names are right after listening to Fred and Dora, and much to Clarissa's dismay.
"Cissy told me that Bella was a happy child until the Dark Lord showed an 'unhealthy' interest when she was ten. Cygnus allowed it, and her parents looked the other way. Since she was very young she was taken along to Dark rituals. Maybe she was severely damaged, so someone thought that she should have a second time around, with a few caveats." Lucius thinks that is right. He is intrigued, this child is full of possibilities.
"Draco, be a dear and rub my feet." She touches his hardening cock with her foot and rubs it along the growing erection; she decides that it is time for adult play.
Draco grins. "Only your feet? Never mind, I'll be creative."
"Lucius, darling, move a pillow on your lap, I want to rest and lie down." He does it, already anticipating her games. She looks as beautiful as ever, wearing a long Muggle gown. He tenses as she opens his trousers with deft hands.
"My dear, is Clarissa related to you?" He asks while he still is coherent.
"I'll need to ask my mother when they're back, who knows? My grandfather was something of a ladies man. We can have a DNA and a blood test. We could also ask Clarissa's parents. Imagine, Bella's mother a Muggle born, her father a werewolf that she murdered, raised by a Muggle religious man, and by those she hurt. She might be my cousin, ironic, after she tortured me. Hopefully, she grows right." She stops talking when she feels Draco's hand on her thigh. Lucius closes his eyes when his witch finishes opening his trousers. "Better," he says as their clothes vanish with a flick of his wrist.
When her tongue touches his erected sex, his eyes roll back. Soon her hands join her mouth; his body is shuddering. Oral sex was a new experience for him. Theirs is a journey of discovery, and his wife is an adept student. Soon he is thrusting into her mouth while his hands caress his face. His eyes keep closing but he doesn't want to kiss the erotic tableau.
Meanwhile, Draco has opened her thighs. "You are so pretty. I was thinking about eating you instead of the cake, the entire time."
He dives in. Hermione gasps when he puts his wishes into actions. Before long she is being worshiped by both. They take turns kissing her mouth and join in kissing her body.
Tomorrow they will laugh, they all fall sleep in the midst of loving her.
The ever-present eyes blink; whoever likes to see them having pleasure. It likes to spy on the witch. Liking her wasn't part of the plan; It just likes her, maybe more. Whereas tonight It is disappointed, It likes the bracelet on her wrist. She will forever be protected, same for the children. They are also Its children, since It made them possible. The Malfoy men will wake up with thin cuffs around their wrists, non-removable one's; they now fall within the protection circle; others will be added as time goes by.
Meanwhile nobody knows that the Malfoys magic has grown so strong, they no longer need a wand. If they only knew, they won't need a broom to fly. They don't question it; by now they are sure 'the whatever' has a plan. They don't even know if there is one or several entities. They just wait for whatever comes next.
A/n twonew chapters coming up