Dover, United Kingdom February 1979

Bellatrix was not feeling normal. She was throwing up, tired, and had begun to bloat. The mood swings had been the worst. She had already cruicoed an elf for making her tea too hot, and her husband was now afraid to be in the same room as her, thanks to the last incident where she set him on fire after he called her fat. Even torturing and brutally killing a family of worthless muggleborn pigs hadn't helped. Now sitting in her favorite room, filled with decapitated elf heads, she remembered seeing how her mother acted when she was younger. How she would complain, and then nine months, later a new addition arrived in their dysfunctional family.

Grabbing her wand, she rushed to the potions room and grabbed a silver knife and small bowl. Holding her forearm over the bowl, she made a shallow cut and let the blood drip into the container. Quickly healing herself, Bellatrix looked through the shelves until she found what she was looking for. Taking the container of dragon blood, she combined a drop of it with her own blood. An anxious Bellatrix looked at the mixture and saw it had turned a bright pink, and she knew things were about to change.

Knowing what she had to do, she began the long walk to the ballroom, where she saw her idiot wizard of a husband talking with her beloved lord. Swallowing her pride, she marched into the room, head held high and boots clicking on the fine mosaics. Hearing her, Voldemort dismissed Rudolphus, and turned his attention to her.

"Bellatrix, do you have news," asked Voldemort.

"Yes, my Lord I do. I am pregnant with a baby girl, said Bellatrix nervously.

For nearly a minute the room was silent as neither wizard knew how to respond to the declaration. Her husband was the first to break the silence and began to laugh.

"Well now I least know why you nearly killed me," joked Rudolphus.

"And I can do it again if you don't shut up!", screamed Bellatrix.

"Oh, the hormones are kicking in," snickered Rudolphus.

"Cruico,"said Bellatrix, sending the spell at her husband.

Luckily for Rudolphus the spell missed and merely destroyed a section of the wall behind him. Voldemort then took this moment to intervene and took his lieutenant aside, and had a quick conversation that ended with a massive explosion.

Death Eaters came into the room and were greeted with an enraged Bellatrix destroying her own house and yelling at Voldemort.

"How dare you force me to stay at home," screened Bellatrix, "just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't fight.

"I know, but you need to be kept safe, you are more vulnerable and the order doesn't care that you're pregnant, they still want your head," said Voldemort patiently.

"Fine can I least still torture prisoners, please," Bellatrix asked sweetly.

"Of Course, Bella, I won't deny you one of life's simple pleasures.

Lestrange Manor, September 1979

Bella was grumpy, she hated being pregnant, everything hurt her feet, her back. She was lucky her Lord provided her with so many toys because she was very close to killing her husband, for putting this baby in her. As she waddled through the house, she suddenly felt cramps rip through her, and she screamed in pain.

Suddenly Cissy was by her side and helping her to her room, and calling for a nurse. Bellatrix remembered very little,she remembered the pain and the screaming, and then bliss as a portion was forced down her throat. Soon the air was pierced by the crying of the newest member of the Lestrange family.

After checking her over, Bella was allowed to hold her child. She really didn't look like much, being covered in wrinkles, but the fine black hair was already a hint to the curly hair it would eventually grow into.

"She's beautiful, what's her name," asked Narcissa.

"Rhea Black Lestrange," said Bellatrix.