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Bella
"Mumma." Teddy giggled, running up to his mother's legs as she walked into his bedroom that morning. "Up please." Teddy requested, the nearly two-year-old holding up his tiny little arms with a look of all innocence on his features.
"Mummy can't, Teddy bear." Dora couldn't help but huff in amusement at his pout. "Darling, I can barely bend down to put shoes on," she gestured to her now 34-week pregnancy bump "I can't bend down to get you."
Teddy looked at her for a moment before with a determined nod he ran over to his bed, gesturing for his mother to follow him before he jumped up onto his small bed. Once he had determined that he had found his footing he turned, his hair turning a bright turquoise as he held his arms up to his mother again. "Up now?"
"Cheeky." Dora laughed. Though she nodded in defeat, walking over to him and letting him wrap his arms around her neck as she wrapped an arm around him. With a wince at the awkwardness of the manoeuvre, she placed the toddler on her hip, kissing his turquoise locks. "Happy now, Master Lupin?"
"Yup!" Teddy giggled, kissing her cheek.
"Good." Dora smiled, letting her hair tinge a slight pink as she looked down at the boy. His green eyes stared up at him with such trust, such love, such similarity to his father's own. She blinked back tears as she kissed the boys head. "Where to, hmm? What are we doing today?" She bounced the boy on her hip slightly, much to his delight. "We can read, we can play with your toys, we can see Nanny or Cissa or Draco . . ."
"Nanna!" Teddy grinned. "Food first."
"Teddy," Dora sighed. "Did the elves not bring you breakfast?"
Dora bit her lip as her son shook his head, resting on her shoulder as he mumbled "Hungry." She suddenly felt a pang of guilt that she had wolfed down the porridge that had been brought to her that morning. She should have known that Rodolphus would make sure she was fed, though the rest of the prisoner's wing had clearly remained on the unpredictable eating times the Death Eaters instructed the elves to dish out. She wanted to kick herself for not keeping a closer eye on Teddy, though her pregnancy brain had left her with her normal priorities strewn all over the place.
"Okay, Teddy." Dora nodded, taking a deep breath as she realised what she would have to do. "You go to Nanny whilst Mummy gets you food, okay?"
"Okay." Teddy nodded, sitting up in his mother's arms as she made her way to Andromeda. Dora smiled slightly as she let the boy reach out and knock on the door in front of her, waiting for her mother's reply before she went into the room.
"Wotcher." Dora smiled, ignoring her mother's disapproving sigh as she walked over and took the giggling two-year-old into her arms.
"Dora, if he saw you carrying Teddy like that—"
"He's not stopping me caring for my son." Dora snapped, glaring for a moment before she shook the oncoming red out of her hair. "Can you look after him please, just for a little while."
"Of course." Andromeda frowned, putting Teddy down onto her bed. "Is he coming?"
"No." Dora shook her head. "Look, don't worry about me. I'll be right back."
"Dora—" Andromeda tried to call after her daughter to stop her but it was too late, she'd already walked out of the room again. Leaving Andromeda Tonks to merely worry about her only child as she looked after her Grandson.
For all of her stealth training and years of practise, Nymphadora Lupin found it undeniably difficult to manoeuvre around Malfoy Manor unseen with her stomach so large. On her way down to the kitchens she passed at least two Death Eaters, each sniggering at her and muttering under their breath to the other as she tried to walk past as quickly as she could. She was well within her rights to walk the manor, she had been doing so ever since her little escapade with Draco, though that didn't make her any less nervous in doing so alone. She acted as quickly as she could, slipping into the kitchens and stuffing pulling enough food onto the counter to last a short while. Dora smiled to herself as she found a slab of chocolate hidden at the back. Teddy had never had chocolate, though she was sure that he would love it just as much as his father had. She couldn't wait to find out. After enchanting the food to shrink small enough to put into her pockets Nymphadora left the kitchens with a small smile still present on her lips. Memories of her last pregnancy flowed happily through her mind, recalling Remus' secret annoyance of her sneaking from his limited chocolate supply. He would never deny her anything, especially when she was carrying his child, though as much as he told her it was fine to eat his precious treats she knew that it did sadden him to see his limited supply dwindle.
It was just as Nymphadora was passing another what she thought to be the last corner back to the prisoner ward with a sense of accomplishment that she felt it. A force pulled her backwards, a yell escaping her as she felt her back slam into the wall. Dora immediately clutched onto her stomach, mentally checking herself to ensure she hadn't hurt herself in her sudden movement.
"Oh don't worry Nymphie," Bellatrix Lestrange purred as she slowly walked over to the witch now staring at her with a mixture of fear and hatred. "your bastard brat is all warded in, isn't it?"
Dora straightened her back against the wall, slipping one hand down to her wand as the other protectively guarded her stomach. She swallowed hard "What do you want?"
"Aww," Bella smirked, continuing towards her niece until she was merely an inch from her stomach. "aren't I allowed to check up on my niece? The woman carrying my husband's child."
Nymphadora's breath hitched in her throat though she continued to try to look at her Aunt with defiance. It was only when she felt the touch on her swollen stomach. Her eyes flickered down, watching Bellatrix's long fingers slowly grazing across the fabric of her dress. She remained as silent and still as possible though each and every fibre in her being told her to escape her, to hit her and run. She gasped slightly as she felt her daughter kick out, right on the spot that Bellatrix was touching. Bellatrix immediately pulled her hand away. Nymphadora stared at her Aunt, though the woman's did not leave the spot that the Lestrange heir had let her presence be known. Bellatrix's face was unreadable, staring down at Dora's stomach before without a moment's warning she raised her arm clasping her hand tightly onto her shoulder as suddenly a curse went surging through her body.
"Get off!" Nymphadora screamed, suddenly writhing as she tried to escape her touch.
"You whore!" Bellatrix screeched, her face lit with a crazed fury. "You disgusting piece of filth!" she let go of the curse, Nymphadora gasping for air as she slipped to the floor. Bella soon dropped to her knees in front of her, drawing her wand and jabbing it into the girl's neck. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."
"I didn't ask for this!" Nymphadora cried, trying to pull her neck away only to be pressed back into the wall. "I wanted to be rid of the baby! I didn't ask for him to come to me!"
"You should have rid yourself of this abomination." Bellatrix hissed.
"I tried," Dora replied, yelling out as Bellatrix slapped her hard.
"Not hard enough!" she growled, trailing her wand down her side and resting the tip on her wand on her stomach.
Nymphadora tried to move, though soon she was stuck to the floor. She could feel the wards on her stomach being interfered with, tears soon streaming down her face as she struggled for words to speak. "P—Please."
"Why, Nymphie?" Bellatrix pouted. "You don't want this child. Surely I'm doing you a favour."
"T—Teddy." Dora gasped, yelling in pain as she felt the wards violently ripped from her.
"Oh dear," Bellatrix pouted. "is Teddy going to get hurt?"
"Bellatrix!" A yell of fury echoed down the hallway, the woman looking up for a split second before she soon went skidding away from the metamorphmagus and violently landing on the wall next to her. Rodolphus stormed over to the woman, disarming her quickly whilst she was still caught off guard before storming over to her. Soon his hand was gripped around the woman's neck, pulling her up by her throat as she gritted her teeth to stop herself giving the man the pleasure of her sounds of discomfort. "How dare you!?"
Bellatrix glared at him furiously, grasping onto the hand currently pressed into her throat as she struggled to speak. "I hate you!"
Rodolphus slapped her with his spare hand with such force that Bellatrix's head rebounded off the wall, an involuntary yell of pain escaping her. "What did you use on her?" Rodolphus demanded, furious. "Tell me!"
"Fuck. You." Bellatrix growled. "Get off me right now before I go to The Dark Lord."
"Fine." Rodolphus narrowed his eyes as he dug a hand into his wife's side, sending a strong Crucio through her until her crazed laughter turned into a yell of pain. He held her against the wall for a few moments longer before he released the curse. "Let us both go, I'll tell him of your direct defiance in leaving Nymphadora alone whilst she is pregnant with my child—specifically not injuring the child."
Bellatrix yelled out in her fury, struggling to regain her composure before looked to her husband with pure hatred. "A Cruciatus . . . ripped the wards off." Her eyes flickered to the hysterical white-haired witch on the floor, a huff of amusement leaving her before she couldn't help but let an evil smirk grace her lips. "I didn't harm your bastard child. Though I'm sure it's hysterical mother is more than capable of doing that by herself."
Rodolphus struggled with his fury, trying to decide if he could torture his wife senseless whilst still ensuring that his unborn daughter was okay. It was with a furious yell of annoyance that he decided on the latter. He pushed the woman as far from him as he could, pleased to see her hit the floor. "I will deal with you later!" Rodolphus yelled before rushing over to Nymphadora.
"Ha!" Bellatrix cackled, pulling herself to her feet, laughing as she slowly walked away. "I look forward to it, Roddy," she called to her husband before disappearing around a corner.
Rodolphus watched the woman leave before he suddenly swooped down upon Nymphadora, the woman instantly trying to get away from him. "Get away!" Nymphadora yelled, tears streaming down her face. "Get off of me!" she cried as he drew his wand, making her light as a feather before taking her into his arms and lifting her.
"Calm down." He growled, walking on to the wards. He gripped onto her tightly as she yelled out in her hysterics, trying to get away from him. He ignored her protests as they entered the wards of the wing.
"Nymphadora?" Andromeda called as she left her room, quickly shutting the door behind her so that Teddy couldn't come out and see his mother. "What did you do to her?" she demanded.
"Nothing, you imbecile!" Rodolphus snapped, opening the door to Nymphadora's room as he struggled to get her squirming body past the doorway. "Go take care of the brat." He growled once he finally got past the threshold, slamming the door behind him before letting the girl down. He quickly locked the door as Nymphadora stumbled away from him.
"Leave me alone," Dora gasped, backing away from him as she clutched her stomach. "I'm fine."
"You are hysterical and clearly not fine," Rodolphus snapped, walking over to the woman and grabbing onto her arm. "Get onto the bed."
"NO!" Dora cried, trying to pull away before hitting him hard and fast across the face.
"Nymphadora," Rodolphus growled. "Calm down. Now. I need to check the child."
"I can do that! I'm more than capable!" Dora cried.
Rodolphus growled in annoyance, pressing the girl into the wall as carefully as he could before drawing his wand and summoning a small potion bottle. The moment the struggling metamorphmagus saw the glint of the glass bottle she screwed her lips shut, turning her head away from the man. He clasped onto her jaw tightly, bringing the bottle to his lips as he ripped the cork off with his teeth. "Open your mouth, Nymphadora!" Rodolphus demanded, struggling not to hurt the witch in his anger when she furiously shook her head. It took longer than he would have cared to admit, but with great determination, Rodolphus pressed his fingers down into her jaw until the woman was forced to open her mouth. He quickly forced the potion down her throat, covering her mouth with his hand so she couldn't spit it out.
"Swallow," he demanded, narrowing his eyes until the girl was forced to comply with his request. "Good girl."
Nymphadora soon relaxed, her eyes drooping slightly as her resistance to the man soon faltered. Rodolphus huffed in his annoyance at the woman before he slowly took her over to the bed, gently laying her down. Dora barely flinched as he lifted her dress to reveal her swollen stomach before placing both his hands on her, adding his own protections back onto his daughter.
"What did you do to me?" Dora mumbled, rolling her head in the pillows to look up at the man as he drew her own wand from her pocket and placed it in her hand. "Wha—?"
"Add your own wards back onto the child, Nymphadora," Rodolphus sighed. "The mother's protections are always strongest." Nymphadora stared at him for a moment before she nodded slightly, complying with his request. "Are you still in pain?" Rodolphus asked. He shook his head at her stubbornness of not replying to her before he drew his own wand and ran it down her side to relieve her of the residual pain of his wife's curses.
"What did you do?" Dora closed her eyes, letting her wand arm fall back onto the bed.
"It's a strong calming draught . . . I force Bella to take it sometimes." Rodolphus shrugged before smirking. "Though Bella is usually far more fun when she isn't calm."
"I—Teddy . . . He needs food," Dora groaned, going to get up before Rodolphus pushed her back into the sheets.
"The elves are due with lunch soon." Rodolphus rolled his eyes. "Is that why you were wondering the corridors? To feed the brat?"
"He's my son." Dora squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to come to terms with her forced state of calm that disallowed her from yelling at the man in anger as she so deeply wished to do.
"You need to look after my daughter," Rodolphus snapped before sighing and climbing onto the bed next to her. "I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you, Nymphie." He sighed, laying back onto the bed before rolling Nymphadora into him. He rubbed her stomach thoughtfully, gently caressing the bump of his unborn child. "It's okay; you're okay . . ."
Dora cringed, shutting her eyes as her head ended up pressed into Rod's neck. She knew he wasn't talking to her. She knew she couldn't stop the man from doing as he wished. She knew that no matter how she protested she could not rid herself of the man who now cradled her in his arms, no matter how much she wanted. She let a tear fall down her cheek as Rodolphus continued to caress her stomach, murmuring reassurances to their unborn child. Nymphadora tried to ignore his voice, for if she kept her eyes shut and let herself escape into her memories slightly, she could almost pretend that it was Remus' neck that she was pressed into, that it was his arms around her. Soon she felt herself succumb to the calm and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Nymphadora was only 39 weeks pregnant, though as she paced the floor to her bedroom there was no denying what was happening to her body. She recognised the pangs of pain that had been coming on and off for at least an hour now; though she wanted to deny it, she knew that she was in labour. Her eyes widened as she heard a knock at her door. Dora looked to the mirror, morphing her black hair to a short purple and ensuring she showed no signs of the discomfort she was already in. The knock came again.
With a wince, Nymphadora called out for the visitor to come in. As the door slowly opened she was slightly relieved to see her mother slip into the room (not that she had thought it would be Rodolphus, he would never have given her the courtesy of knocking before entering her bedroom). "Wotcher Mum." Dora forced a smile onto her lips.
"Hello, Dora . . ." Andromeda frowned slightly, walking over to the girl as she looked from her stomach back to her face. "Dora, are you okay? You said you would be with Teddy for his dinner." The woman sighed as she looked to her daughter's untouched food. "Dora, you need to eat. That came over an hour ago—do you want me to heat it for you?"
"No, I'm not hungry." Dora turned from her mother, walking over to her bed as she tried to hide her pained features.
"You need to eat," Andromeda said. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yes, I'm perfectly—oh." Dora grasped onto her bedside table, whimpering in pain as Andromeda soon ran over and leant over her to place a hand on her back.
"Dora!" Andromeda gasped before rubbing her daughter's back, trying to remain composed for her sake. "Breathe . . . That's it."
After a few moment, Dora unclenched her hands from the table, shaking her head as she thought back tears "I don't want him here . . . Mum, I can't do this . . ."
"Yes, you can," Andromeda reassured her, as she gently moved her over to the bed. She flicked her hand to open the door to the girl's bedroom so she could be heard past the wards of the room before calling out for her sister. "Come on, Dora." Andromeda wiped the tears from her daughter's pale face as she sat on the bed, kissing her forehead.
"What's wrong?" Narcissa Malfoy asked as she walked into the room, her eyes widening slightly as she saw her niece. "Is she . . . ?"
"I think so," Andromeda nodded. "Dora, how long have you been like this?"
"About an hour . . ." Dora sniffed, her arms clutching onto her stomach.
"I'm sure Rodolphus has told you what to do when you go into labour?" Narcissa frowned, almost not wanting to know the answer as she was sure she would be helping her sister with Nymphadora.
"H—he said to send for him. I don't want him here!" Dora cried. "I can't do this as it is, I do not want him here!"
"I'm sorry, Dora, but if that's what he's asked for . . ." Andromeda sighed before looking to her sister. "Narcissa . . . Draco's the only other person that can get out of the wards."
Narcissa pursed her lips: truly she did not want to send her only son out into the manor on his own—especially not to hunt down Rodolphus. Though as she looked between her sister and her niece she knew she had no choice. "I'll send Draco," Narcissa said. "I'll be back with some fresh towels."
Draco carefully manoeuvred around the manor, slipping quickly past the other Death Eaters that he came across on his mission to find his uncle. He had already tried some of the places where he thought Rodolphus may be lurking, though in all honesty, he knew that the one place he hadn't checked would be the one place he would most likely find him. Draco took a deep breath as he rounded the corner to the corridor that held Bellatrix and Rodolphus' own bedroom. He felt his heart drop, fear running through his mind as he saw his deranged Aunt walking towards her room from the other side. The woman frowned slightly before an evil smirk graced her lips, slowly walking over to her nephew who was now frozen to the spot in his fear.
"Draco." Bellatrix grinned as she reached the boy before pouting, speaking in her childlike tone. "What has lured my ickle nephew out of the prisoner wing, hmm? Are you being naughty?"
"N—no." Draco stuttered, trying to find strength inside himself.
"Well, if you're not being naughty, you must have good reason for being out and about." Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at the boy, smirking at the fear radiating from him. "Do I scare you?" Bellatrix mocked hurt, bringing her hand to her chest. "That deeply upsets me . . ." she giggled as she shrugged. "No, I lie. It doesn't."
"W—where's Rodolphus?" Draco straightened himself, forcing himself to look into the crazed eyes of his Aunt Bellatrix.
"In our room." Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "He's going over names for the brat." She made a face of disgust before reaching out and pushing her nephew back as he went to pass her to their room. "What do you want Rodolphus for?" she narrowed her eyes, drawing her wand merely to scare the boy. "Spit it out, boy."
"I—" Draco gulped as his eyes became glued to the point of his aunt's wand, careful of what she may do with it. "Nymphadora's in labour—h—he told her she had to inform him when she went into labour."
Bellatrix looked the boy up and down, considering him for a few moments before pocketing her wand again. The smirk returned to her lips. "Go back to Nymphie, Draco. I'll pass the message along . . . if Rodolphus isn't there by the time the child is born, come back for him when the brat does come." Bellatrix looked to the hesitance in the boy's eyes, suddenly moving towards him to get the desired reaction of him jumping back from her in fear. "Go!"
Draco nodded, turning on the spot before rushing back to the safety of the ward. A cruel grin appeared on Bellatrix's features as she twirled on the spot to return to her room. It was with a skip in her step that she slipped into her bedroom, smirking mischievously at her husband. Rodolphus barely acknowledged the woman as he poured over various books on the bed.
"Not got a name yet?" Bella chimed as she approached her husband.
"I think I have . . ." Rodolphus murmured, sighing in frustration as Bellatrix laid back onto the bed on top of his books. "Bella."
"Rod," Bellatrix giggled, reaching her hand up and stroking the stubble of the man's face. "Stop being boring." She whispered, smirking as the man raised an eyebrow at her before she sat up again before straddling her husband's lap.
"Mmm." Rodolphus looked into his wife's eyes, each of his hands coming up to rest on his wife's hips. "Finally feeling playful again?" Rodolphus leant forward, kissing the woman's neck.
"Perhaps." Bellatrix smirked, running her hands up Rod's chest to rest on his shoulders. "I thought I'd simply make this fun for me."
Rodolphus chuckled as he went to wrap an arm around the witch's waist, though just as soon as he went to pull her closer, Bella suddenly pushed him back onto the bed. Bella sighed forlornly, flicking her wrist to ensure her husband's wand went flying across the room before she drew her own wand, slowly tracing it down his chest.
"Bored already, Ma Belle?" Rodolphus frowned before a filthy smirk appeared on his lips "I can fix that."
Bellatrix quickly jabbed her wand into the man's chest as he went to move, narrowing her eyes at him for a few moments before the smirk returned to her face just as Rodolphus furrowed his brows in confusion. "You're going to stay here for a little while . . ."
"Why?" Rodolphus asked.
"Because Nymphadora's is in labour. Draco came to tell you," Bellatrix hissed as Rodolphus went to move, moving her wand to jab it into his neck to stop him moving. "No, you're staying here with me."
"Bellatrix." Rodolphus gritted his teeth, glaring at her in his fury. "I am not missing the birth of my child for your own amusement."
"Yes, you are," Bellatrix pouted, flicking her wand to constrain her husband to the bed. "I'll keep you company."
"Bella—"
"Oh, come now," Bellatrix sighed, leaning down to lie on him, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at his face with a giggle. "Don't be so angry. You would only distract the poor girl; she needs to concentrate."
"You don't care about Nymphadora, Bellatrix." Rodolphus growled, trying to escape the constraints.
"No," Bellatrix grinned, "but it sure is fun making you suffer, even if it does help her out."
"Bellatrix—"
"Rodolphus."
"I will make you suffer for this."
"Yes, yes." Bellatrix yawned. "You'll curse me, I'll curse you—it's all becoming a very boring vicious circle if you ask me." She propped herself up as she rested an elbow on the man's chest, leaning her chin in her hand. "Labour can last hours, you know. Think you'll enjoy being constrained for so long, hmm?" Bellatrix giggled as Rodolphus simply glared up at her. "Oh, cheer up, you'll have your daughter soon."
"You infuriate me, Bellatrix," Rodolphus glared.
"I know." Bellatrix giggled before she leant down, kissing her husband deeply as she entwined her hands in his hair. She smirked against his lips as she felt him respond, pulling away with a crazed laugh. "That is why you love me. Poor fool." She ignored the man's growl of annoyance as she manoeuvred down his lap to lay on his chest again: she would be sure to have fun with the man before he finally got what he wanted.
A scream of agony echoed throughout the prisoners' wing before Narcissa moved from her niece's side to go and shut the girl's door. Nymphadora had been in labour for at least five hours now. The process had been slow and painful, but as Andromeda stood at the end of the bed, looking up from between her daughter's legs, Dora was gripping tightly onto the wooden poles of her headrest, her head falling back into the pillows as she cried freely.
"I can't do it," Dora cried, shaking her head.
"Yes, you can," Narcissa said, going over and taking one of the small hand towels to wipe the sweat from the now white and mousey-brown-haired girl's brow.
"She's right, Dora." Andromeda spoke firmly, trying to encourage her daughter. "You've done it before; you can do it again."
"No," Dora cried. "I had Remus then— I need Remus . . ."
"Dora," Narcissa sighed, giving the girl a sad reassuring smile, "we would all prefer our husbands be here with us, though we cannot have that. We carry on. You—you have Black blood. Black women do not need men to gather their strength when it's needed."
Andromeda looked to her sister, smiling slightly as their eyes met. But as Nymphadora screamed in agony again, her gaze was soon redirected to the task at hand. "Dora, push!"
"Argh!" Dora gritted her teeth, using all of her strength to attempt to bring her child to life.
"That's it! I can see her head." Andromeda reached down, trying to help her daughter.
"I can't!" Dora screamed.
"You can!" Andromeda yelled in reply. "Go on, beautiful. One last push."
Narcissa grasped onto the girl's shoulder in an attempt of encouragement, the girl near enough breaking the bed as she gripped on with all of her might. Without a second's notice, the room was soon relieved of Nymphadora's screams only to be replaced with the high-pitched cries of a newborn babe. Nymphadora fell back into the bed, panting for air as Andromeda took the child into her arms. Narcissa handed a towel to her sister, taking her niece's wand to clear the mess created before placing the wand back down on the bedside table.
"Well done, Dora." Andromeda looked to her daughter, the girl staring at the ceiling as she tried to regain her breath. The two sisters shared a glance, nodding sadly to each other, and the younger woman left the room so she could fetch her son to tell the news to the newborn's father. "Dora . . ." Andromeda sighed, cleaning up the crying baby as she walked to her daughter's side.
Dora glanced at her mother, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the bundle in her mother's arms. Without another word, she forced herself to sit up as her mother wandlessly moved the pillows to support her back. Dora took a deep breath before holding her arms out for the little girl, nodding to her mother. Andromeda leant down, gently placing the crying child in her mother's arms.
As Nymphadora cradled her daughter close, the cries soon quieted. Tiny hands reached up to clutch the fabric of her mother's dress as Dora moved the towel to get a better look at the girl. Dora was still crying, something she didn't realise until she saw a single tear fall onto the girl's soft brown tuft of hair, evoking a small whimper of shock from the tiny girl.
"I'm sorry . . ." Dora sniffed, whispering to the girl in amazement. "Mum, she's so tiny...she's so innocent."
"I know, love." Andromeda smiled sadly, sitting down on the bed next to the pair. "She looks just like you did when you were born."
"How could I ever—" Dora shook her head, rocking the girl gently as she leant down to press her lips to the girls head. "I will never let anything bad happen to you, I swear. I'll keep you safe . . ." the girl wriggled in her mother's arms, pressing her face into her chest. "Mum, how do I—I don't want him near her . . ."
"I know," Andromeda sighed. "But you can't stop him . . . he wouldn't hurt her."
"She's too innocent!" Dora cried, wincing as the baby girl let out a cry whilst her hair turned a bright red. "Shhhh, Mummy's sorry. Don't be angry."
Andromeda sighed. "For now, try to feed her before he gets here, okay? Maybe try to rest a little: you'll want to stay awake though, I'm sure."
Dora nodded, adjusting the girl in her arms as she pulled down her top. She bit her lip as the newborn found her way to her food, the child's mother not once taking her eyes off of her as she stroked her arm in her protective hold. She smiled slightly as the girl's red locks turned to a pale pink. She let out a sigh as Andromeda moved to lean against the pillows next to her, the girl resting her head on her mother's shoulder as she continued to watch her own daughter. "Thanks, Mum . . ." Dora mumbled, smiling as Andromeda kissed her head in response. The two witches watched the little girl feed, nothing but youth and innocence as she got her meal. Neither one wished to speak of the man on his way to them, nor of what Nymphadora would have to endure once he arrived. It was sure to be an uncomfortable encounter.
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