Six Years Later
Bellatrix was dressed and ready when Voldemort walked into their bedroom. She smiled at him, watching him remove his robes. "I love our children but Merlin… It's going to be wonderful to have a night without them," he said, smirking over at her. "Especially with you looking like that."
Glancing down at her attire, Bellatrix smiled at him. She was wearing a vivid red floor length dress that showed her cleavage off. "Was Merope alright when you left?" she asked him.
"Salazar, Merope and Scorpius were outside flying with Draco when I left," he said. He moved towards her, pulling her into his bare chest. Bellatrix felt her stomach drop, surprised for a moment that he still had this effect on her after thirty years of marriage. "Are you sure you want to go out?" he asked, running his fingers down her back.
"Yes," Bellatrix said firmly. "This is probably our last chance at a night out by ourselves for the rest of the year."
"It might also be our last chance to fuck this year, too," he murmured in her ear.
Bellatrix smirked at him. "What was that we did in the office this morning then?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"That was work," Voldemort responded with a chuckle, putting his fingers under her chin and tilting her face to look up at him. "Doesn't count."
"No, Tom, I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything to do with work," she told him, shaking her head. She leant up and kissed him briefly on the lips. "I've gone to a lot of effort to look nice tonight, don't you want to show me off?"
"Very true," Voldemort said, letting go of her and heading back to his wardrobe to pull on his dress robes. "You do look particularly fuckable tonight."
"Something on your mind?" Bellatrix asked him, turning back to the mirror to apply her lipstick.
"Always," he replied. She heard him shut the wardrobe door. "I'm ready."
Bellatrix looked over at him with a smirk. He still looked ridiculously handsome. He held his hand out to her, and she took it, allowing him to kiss her briefly on the lips before he disapparated them away. Bellatrix looked up at where they were, and laughed slightly. Although it now had a different name, it still looked like the Valerian. "We haven't been here for years," she murmured, very aware of there being lots of people around them, some with cameras.
Voldemort laughed softly, pulling her inside the restaurant. They were immediately shown to a table and Bellatrix was pleased to see that there were no faces near them that she recognised, which meant he had not insisted on some sort of security to be near them that night. She didn't like being watched, especially when they were trying to be intimate.
"Bottle of merlot, please," Voldemort said softly to the waiter, looking straight across the table at her.
Bellatrix smiled at him as the waiter left, shifting in her seat and leaning closer to him. "I love you," she said quietly, taking his hand.
She felt a burst of emotion through their bond and she could see his red eyes gazing into her own eyes. "Not as much as I love you," he replied, taking her hand to his mouth and kissing it twice. "You have given me everything I could ever need." The wine was delivered, and Bellatrix tried to move her hand away from his but he held her tightly. Their glasses were filled and the bottle was left on the table. "I am not afraid to show the world how I feel about you, Bella," he said softly. "That will never change."
Bellatrix picked up her glass, smiling happily at him and watching as he picked his up too. "Happy Valentines day, my love," he said as they tapped their glasses together.
"It's a great excuse to have a night without children," Bellatrix replied, taking his hand and squeezing it.
"And in the morning…" He leant closer to her. "We can have sex in our bed, instead of having to go to work!"
Bellatrix laughed, shaking her head at him. "You shouldn't say things like that, we do go to work to work."
"If we didn't have sex, I would have killed everyone that comes near me by now," Voldemort replied, smirking as the waiter came back over to take their orders.
When he was gone, Bellatrix drank some more of her wine. "You have been very well behaved recently."
"I miss our raids," he said, quietly. Bellatrix knew that he couldn't let anyone hear that, the press were still free to write what they wanted to.
"I know, I do too," Bellatrix responded, smiling. "But we have what we wanted so we shouldn't complain."
"True." He squeezed her hand again, looking into her eyes. "Love you, Bella."
"Love you, Tommy," she replied, smiling at him. "With all of my being, I love you." He smiled at her, and a shot of desire coursed through her veins. She was suddenly very excited about getting back home, and being as loud as they desired.
x-x
Bellatrix, Salazar and Merope had been out shopping for the morning, escorted by Antonin, now Antonin Yaxley. He and Maelor had been amongst the first same sex couples to marry under new law that Bellatrix had pushed forward to allow it. This had not gone down well with some purebloods, but for the most part people were happy with it. Merope was now eager to show her Daddy her new dress, which she had insisted on wearing straight away, although only after both children had eaten their body weight in ice cream.
"Where is Daddy?" Merope demanded, watching Bellatrix struggle with all of the bags she had.
"In his office I expect," Bellatrix replied, giving up and dropping them all.
"Let me help you, Mummy," Salazar said, picking as many up as he could.
"Thank you, Sal," Bellatrix said, smiling at her charming son. "You will make someone a very good husband one day."
Salazar wrinkled his nose, looking at Merope. "You're the only girl I like, Mummy," he replied.
Merope turned around and whacked her brother on the arm.
"Merope!" Bellatrix snapped. "Pick up one of your bags. Don't hit your brother."
"But he started it!" Merope responded in a whiney tone, picking up a bag before heading up the stairs.
"I don't care," Bellatrix replied, following her with Salazar trailing behind. "We can go and see Daddy quickly, but he is busy."
"Daddy is never too busy to see me," Merope said haughtily. "I'm his favourite girl."
Bellatrix glared at her six year old daughters back, wondering if this is what she had been like at Merope's age. As they neared the office, Bellatrix could hear a male scream. For a moment she was worried, but then she realised that Voldemort must be cursing someone. She hurried closer to Merope, hoping to stop her from going in, but she was too late and Merope had opened the door.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked loudly. Bellatrix dropped the bags and moved into the office. Voldemort was sat at his desk; a bored expression on his face and a man wearing a Death Eater uniform was sprawled on the floor, crying under the cruciatus curse. Voldemort raised his wand, ending the spell, a slightly concerned expression crossing his features for a moment. Bellatrix glanced over her shoulder, seeing Salazar lingering just outside of the door, but he had clearly seen everything as well.
"Merope," Voldemort said softly, beckoning her to him. Merope went, allowing him to pick her up and sit her on his lap. "Salazar?" he continued, looking to his son. Salazar shook his head, looking at the Death Eater on the floor.
"Were you hurting that man with your wand, Daddy?" Merope asked, frowning slightly. "I didn't know wands could do that."
"A wand can be a very dangerous thing, Merope," Voldemort replied. "Why do you think you and your brother don't have one yet? You need to learn all about magic, otherwise you could hurt yourself or your brother, or even your Mummy and I."
"But why were you doing it?" Merope asked again.
Voldemort glanced up to Bellatrix for a moment, who shrugged slightly. The children were going to find out what their Daddy really did soon enough. The Death Eater was slowly pulling himself up to a kneeling position, his head bowed. "You can go, Purcell," Voldemort said, his voice slightly cold. "Report to me when you have succeeded." Purcell stood in a hurry, bowing to Voldemort and then to Bellatrix before fleeing the office. Bellatrix hastily shut the door, sitting down herself. Salazar was kind of hiding behind her.
Voldemort was staring at her, and she wondered if he wanted her to say something. She raised her eyebrows questioningly at him.
"Help me out here," he said, through their bond.
Bellatrix shook her head at him. "Tell them the truth."
Voldemort scowled at her for a moment. "Daddy?" Merope said, looking up at him.
He sighed lightly. "Have you ever wondered why only your Mummy calls me by my name?" he said after a moment.
"Because you are the Minister," Merope said matter of factly.
"I am," Voldemort replied, smiling for a moment. "But that's not why. I am also the Dark Lord."
"What does that mean?" Merope asked, fiddling with her dress.
"It means that I have mastered all aspects of dark magic and that I am not afraid to use it," he told her, glancing to Salazar for a moment. He didn't look particularly interested, but Bellatrix could tell he was secretly. "Before you were born, your mother and I fought a long war to take over the Ministry and run it how it should be run. For hundreds of years, children of muggles with a small amount of magic in their blood were allowed to learn magic and live with us. This has lead to a weakening of magic in this country. Your mother and I are sorting that problem out, but some people don't like us for it."
"But you're just trying to help, Daddy," Merope said, her eyes wide. Bellatrix was very impressed with how clever Merope was, and how much she understood.
"That's right, we are," Voldemort replied. "We had – and still have – a group of followers called Death Eaters. They do work for me, sometimes they have to kill people and sometimes they have to do bad things. But it's always for the greater good, for the good of everyone. Do you understand that?"
Merope nodded. "Yes, Daddy. So you had to do a bad thing to that man to get him to do something good?"
Voldemort smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Kind of. He wasn't trying very hard, so I had to give him a reason to make some effort. You're a very clever little girl, do you know that?"
Merope smiled innocently. "Yes, Daddy," she replied, glancing over to Salazar. "Am I cleverer than Salazar? He hasn't said anything clever today."
Salazar frowned at her. "Shut up, Merope," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"You are as clever as each other," Bellatrix said, rolling her eyes. "You haven't shown your Father your new dress."
Merope jumped off of Voldemort's lap and spun around. "What do you think, Daddy? It's green, your favourite colour!"
"It's very nice," Voldemort agreed, smirking. "Did you get anything, Salazar?"
Salazar shook his head. "I looked at the baby snakes in the shop and I spoke to some of them. Mummy said Nagini might eat it if I got one."
"She probably would," Voldemort said, nodding. "You have to be careful about speaking to snakes in the shop. It frightens people."
"Why can we talk to them and no one else can?" Salazar asked.
"We are descended from one of the founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin. You are named after him, in fact. He had this ability and it has passed down over hundreds of years," Voldemort said.
Merope was pouting. "Why am I not named after anyone famous?" she asked, frowning and crossing her arms.
Voldemort laughed, tugging at her long hair. "Stop that pout, Princess," he said, drawing her closer. "You know very well that you are named after my mother, your grandmother."
"So why can Mummy do it as well?" Salazar asked. "Because she isn't descended from Salazar Slytherin, she is descended from the Black family."
Bellatrix looked at her husband for a moment, before speaking. "Your father and I needed to protect ourselves once. We have a little part of each other inside of us to keep us both safe, so that we could have you both. So I can talk to snakes too."
"I think it's cool," Merope said eagerly. "So does this mean everyone has to do what I say?"
"Absolutely not," Bellatrix said, frowning. "You are six years old. You will treat other adults with respect."
"But my Daddy is the Dark Lord," Merope replied smugly. "Yours isn't, so I'm more important than you are."
Bellatrix glared at Merope. "I am the Dark Lady and your mother. So I suggest you take your new clothes to your room and put them away nicely, before I take them back to the shop." Merope pouted again, but picked up her shopping bags. "And then you can tidy your room as well." Merope huffed sulkily, but left the room anyway.
"I'm going to go and read," Salazar said after a moment. He looked at Voldemort. "Merope is right, you are pretty cool, Dad." He smiled slightly, before leaving the room.
Voldemort smiled at her, holding his hands out to her. Bellatrix smiled back, allowing him to pull her into his lap. "Our daughter gets more precocious every day," Bellatrix said after a moment. "Soon she will be able to outsmart us."
"I bet you were just like that," Voldemort said, sniggering. "I bet your sisters were terrified of you."
"They were," Bellatrix admitted, laughing. She tilted her head and kissed him. "Salazar is a good boy. He tries not to let her get to him."
"I think in a year or so I might start teaching him some magic," Voldemort said, thoughtfully. "He is mature enough to handle it." She felt his hands sliding down to her waist. "Fancy a quickie?" he murmured into her ear.
Bellatrix turned to face him slightly. "Actually, we need to talk," she said, kissing him on the lips. "Do you remember after Merope was born we decided that two little monsters were enough?"
"They were awful as babies," Voldemort said, nodding. "Salazar was a particularly difficult toddler. Why, have you changed your mind?"
"Not exactly," Bellatrix replied, shrugging. "But I am eight weeks pregnant, so we don't have much choice."
Voldemort stared at her for a moment, before grinning happily. "Ahh, my love," he said, kissing her and cuddling her close. "Just when I didn't think you could make me any happier… You give me this news."
"I will have to beg Briget to come out of retirement," Bellatrix said after a moment.
"Or…" Voldemort said softly. "We could use a different midwife."
Bellatrix glared at him. "She is my midwife and I am keeping her, regardless of whether you like her or not." She narrowed her eyes. "You should know better than to argue with a pregnant lady."
"You are quite right, beautiful wife," Voldemort replied hastily, kissing her repeatedly on the lips. "Do you think we made our new baby on Valentines Day?"
"Maybe," Bellatrix responded, smiling at him again. "But we have sex so often it's difficult to say."
"Such a healthy relationship we have," Voldemort said, sliding his hand down her leg. "Very healthy. You are irresistible."
"And you are insatiable," Bellatrix replied, smirking.
"Let me reward you for your hard work," Voldemort murmured into her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe for a moment.
"Yes," Bellatrix mumbled, feeling his hands under her skirt and on her skin. "Tom…" He pressed his fingers against her panties and suddenly they were gone. His thumb grazed her and a jolt of pleasure ran through her body. She whimpered slightly.
"Do you like that?" he asked, and Bellatrix could hear the smirk in his voice. "Want me to do it again?" Bellatrix nodded, leaning into his body. She gasped as he touched the same spot again. His other hand moved around her and slid under her skirt, and he slowly put two fingers inside of her. "How quickly can I make you come?" he asked, his breath in her ear. His fingers sped up and Bellatrix moaned loudly. "Sometimes I think that I know your body better than my own," he continued. She felt his lips press against her neck as he laughed softly and then she felt a flash of pain as he bit the skin. She cried out loudly as she came around his fingers, clenching his leg with her hand.
"Ahh, Tom…" she murmured, flopping into him feeling very relaxed.
"I've got a meeting to go to," Voldemort said after a moment, kissing her hair.
Bellatrix looked at him sorrowfully. "But…"
"You can sort me out when the children are in bed," he said, smirking at her. "My sole purpose in life is to please you."
Bellatrix smiled. "You are too sweet to be the Dark Lord." She stood up and kissed him briefly. "Will you be back for dinner?"
"Doubtful," he responded. "I can eat at work."
"Don't be too late." She kissed him once more, before leaving the office and heading to Merope's room to ensure the child was doing as she was told. Having children was a lot more hard work then she had ever realised.
x-x
At bedtime, Bellatrix headed to Merope's room to make sure she was settled. She was lying sleepily in bed, clutching one of her dolls to herself. Bellatrix sat next to her, smoothing down her dark hair.
"Are you alright, darling?" she asked, bending over and kissing her forehead.
"Yes," Merope said softly. "Mummy, are Daddy's eyes red because he is the Dark Lord?"
Bellatrix nodded. "Do you like them?"
"Yes, no one else has red eyes," Merope replied, looking at her doll. "But Daddy's favourite colour is green."
"Lots of people have green eyes," Bellatrix said, smiling slightly. "So Daddy needed a colour no one else has."
"He could have chosen pink," Merope said, frowning up at her.
Bellatrix smirking, knowing Voldemort didn't actually get much choice when his eyes changed colour. "But you don't like pink, and Daddy would look silly with pink eyes."
Merope nodded. "He would look very silly," she said, and then yawned. Bellatrix kissed her again.
"Night night, Merope," she murmured, turning the lights off as she left the room.
Smiling to herself, she headed next door into Salazar's room. He was tucked up in bed with a book. "Mummy," he said when she came in, looking up at her. He looked a bit worried.
Bellatrix moved to his bed and sat down. "What is it?" she asked, slightly worried.
Salazar shut his book over, leaving his finger inside it to keep his place. "When was the war?" he said, frowning.
"The war?" Bellatrix asked softly, wishing Voldemort was here to deal with this question. "Well, we won it nine years ago."
"Is that a long time?"
Bellatrix nodded. "It's how old you are, plus a year."
"That is a long time," Salazar said, nodding. "Did Daddy kill all the bad people?"
"We both did," Bellatrix replied quietly.
"You did?" Salazar asked, his frown deepening. "But you're our Mummy."
"I am, darling," Bellatrix said, running her fingers through his lovely soft hair. "Your Daddy taught me everything he knew, so I could help him. I killed our biggest enemy." She didn't want to go into too much detail about what happened with Potter, because that meant telling them about Voldemort's fall, Rodolphus and her going to prison. They weren't ready for that yet, and it was a section of her life she'd tried to forget in recent years.
"Sometimes…" He faltered, looking up at her slightly nervously. "Sometimes I don't think I like magic."
"It's not anything to be scared of," Bellatrix told him reassuringly. "You must be respectful of it, but not scared." She paused, sighing lightly. "How about tomorrow, I show you and Merope some cool tricks? Us grown ups only use it for boring things, but it can be fun."
Salazar nodded, looking a bit more comfortable. "And Daddy."
"And Daddy," Bellatrix agreed. "One day, if you wanted to, when you're a bit more grown up, you could work with your Daddy and I, and help us make everything better again."
"Would I be the Minister?" Salazar asked, frowning.
"Maybe, if Daddy decides he's too old to do it. But that's years away." She smiled, kissing him on the forehead. "You can do whatever you want to do, though. The choice is entirely yours. I'm sure that whatever you do… You'll be amazing."
Salazar smiled back, before he sat up and looped his arms around her. "I love you, Mummy."
"I love you too, Salazar. And so does your Daddy." She pulled back to look at him. "We wanted to have you for so many years. We are so happy that we have two lovely children now."
"Merope isn't lovely!" Salazar replied, looking horrified.
"She's your little sister and you have to look out for her," Bellatrix responded, knowing very well what he meant and what Merope could be like. "She loves you really."
Salazar looked back to his book. "Can I read for a bit longer?" he asked.
"Of course, but lights out soon." She smiled, knowing he got his love of books from both of his parents. "Night night."
"Night night, Mummy," Salazar said, picking his book back up.
Bellatrix left the room, closing the door behind her. She peeked into Merope's room and could see her daughter sleeping peacefully. She smiled, before shutting her door as well, and heading back to the sitting room. Voldemort was laid out on the sofa, a glass of wine dangling from one hand.
"Hi," Bellatrix said, perching on the arm of the chair. "Meetings went well then?" she asked, smirking.
"What gave me away?" he asked, smiling back. "They didn't go badly. I just find all of this quite boring at the moment." He sat up, kissing her on the lips. "I am not seeing nearly enough of my beautiful wife and my lovely children."
"Well, bedtime tonight turned into awkward question time," Bellatrix responded, sliding down and sitting on the sofa. Voldemort put his arms around her. "Merope wanted to know why you didn't turn your eyes pink, and Salazar wanted to know more about the war."
"Why would I turn my eyes pink?" Voldemort asked, frowning.
Bellatrix shrugged. "I have no interest in entering the mind of a six year old spoilt brat," she said.
"She's my little girl and she can have whatever she wants," Voldemort replied, taking a sip of his wine. "This is really nice wine, Bella."
Bellatrix glared. "I'm pregnant, you arsehole," she snapped.
"Oh, yes," he responded, hastily setting the glass down on the table. "It's horrible, I was wrong." Bellatrix rolled her eyes. She did miss wine when she was pregnant. "So when are we going to tell the children the good news?"
"Not yet," Bellatrix replied, thinking of her two miscarriages. "Wait until I start to show a bit."
"I can't believe we're having another one," Voldemort said, squeezing her tightly. "Are you happy?"
"I am," Bellatrix replied. "Just kind of dreading being pregnant and giving birth again."
"What do you think we will have?"
"I hope we will have a boy," Bellatrix responded, sighing. "Merope is a handful. You're obsessed with her."
"I love both of my children," Voldemort replied, kissing her hair. "Salazar is just like I was. Merope is just like you were."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Merlin help us, then."
"Righty, wifey," Voldemort said, standing up. "It's bedtime."
"It's like eight o' clock!" Bellatrix replied, frowning at him as he pulled her to standing.
"I said bedtime, not sleep time," he said, smirking at her. "You need to rest. You'll be getting morning sickness before you know it, and then you won't want to have sex with me."
"I'm feeling less and less inclined," Bellatrix responded, smirking back. She put her arms around him and kissed him. "One good thing about being pregnant is that you have to dote on me for eight more months," she continued, feeling very smug about all of the breakfasts in beds she was about to get. "Lots of sympathetic back rubs and foot rubs."
"Anything you desire, it shall be yours," he replied, kissing her hard on the lips. Bellatrix melted into his touch. He was still wonderful.
x-x
The new baby had been born. A boy. Bellatrix was secretly thrilled that it was a boy, she'd decided that they were much more attentive and loving towards their mothers than girls. Briget was giving the baby a bath and Voldemort had gone to collect the children from the Malfoy's, where they had been staying overnight whilst Bellatrix was in labour.
"This is the first one you've carried to term," Briget said, turning to face her and handing her the baby.
"Yes," Bellatrix said, taking in his perfect little features. The bath had soothed him off to sleep, although Bellatrix knew he would soon be awake and demanding milk. "I was wondering if he was ever going to come out."
Briget chuckled. "You swore there would be no more." She turned and starting packing up her things.
"I did," Bellatrix replied quietly. "But this one is perfect. I feel like we are complete now."
"He was worth coming out of retirement for," Briget said, watching them both. "
Bellatrix looked up at her. "I'm so glad you did," she said, smiling. "I wouldn't trust anyone else. Tom wouldn't, either."
"That husband of yours…" Briget tutted. "You know, my granddaughter has pictures of him from the newspapers all over her bedroom. Twenty, she is. Loves him."
Bellatrix laughed softly. "You know, after all of this time, he's never strayed from me. And she's not the only young lady with pictures of him, believe me."
The door opened and Voldemort walked in. "The children are waiting outside for a minute," he said, crossing the room to their bed. "He's gorgeous, Bella."
"He takes after both of you," Briget said, looking up at Voldemort. "Now, I am not leaving retirement again, so I suggest you two work on your contraceptive skills."
"A baby is the best contraception," Voldemort replied, smirking.
Briget smirked back at him. "Come here, you," she said, pulling him firmly into her arms. "Bellatrix says you've never looked at another women. I will hold you to that." She let go, and Bellatrix could see a look of surprise on Voldemort's face. "She is an amazing lady and you are very lucky."
Voldemort smiled down at Bellatrix for a moment, before looking back to Briget with half a glare. "I don't need you to tell me that, woman," he snapped, but Bellatrix could tell he didn't mean it.
Briget laughed. "I will come and see you in a couple of days," she said to Bellatrix. With a final smirk at Voldemort, she picked up her bag and left the room.
"She's the only person outside of this family who isn't afraid of you," Bellatrix said, laughing. "Obviously you aren't very scary to old ladies."
"I'm ignoring you," Voldemort said, opening the door. "Come in, you two."
Salazar was first into the room, followed by a nervous looking Merope. "Hello," Bellatrix said. "Meet your new brother."
"I wanted a sister," said Merope, pouting. "I wanted to dress her up."
Bellatrix smirked. "Well, you have a little brother, Merope. You both have to help me look after him."
Salazar looked closer, before winkling his nose. "I don't like babies very much. They look strange."
"You looked just like this when you were born, Sal," Bellatrix responded, smiling at Voldemort who smiled back.
"I thought babies cried all of the time," Merope said, frowning.
"You did," Voldemort said. Merope turned around to him and whacked him on the leg. "Ahh!" Voldemort cried, feigning pain.
Bellatrix sighed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep whilst the baby does."
"But Mummy, what is he called?" Merope asked. "Auntie Narcissa wanted to know. I said I would write to her."
Voldemort caught her gaze and nodded.
"You can tell Auntie Narcissa that her new nephew is called Evan Cygnus Gaunt," Bellatrix replied, smiling at her husband. The name was perfect.
"Cool name!" Salazar replied, having been told all about his cousin Evan Rosier.
Voldemort stepped forwards and took Evan, placing him gently into the crib next to the bed. Then he kissed Bellatrix on the forehead. "Love you," he murmured. Bellatrix smiled at him sleepily, before shutting her eyes. Labour was exhausting.
"Daddy," she heard Merope say as they were leaving. "How are babies made?"
She snorted; glad Merope had asked Voldemort that question. There was a moment of silence, before she heard him say; "That's a question for your Mother."
She could hear the door opening again. Hastily Bellatrix pretended to be asleep. "Mummy?" she heard Merope say. Then she could hear her leaving again. "Daddy, Mummy is fast asleep already!"
"You aren't asleep, you bitch!" Voldemort said through their connection.
"That is not a question for me," Bellatrix replied, feeling amused. "I've just had a baby. You are in charge of difficult questions for the next six months."
"If you say so," Voldemort responded, and Bellatrix could sense his amusement as well.
"I will be requiring wine upon my awakening, by the way!" Bellatrix added, knowing she was pushing her luck.
"You can have anything you want, beautiful wife."
Bellatrix closed her eyes again, smiling to herself. She was very lucky.
x-x
One more chapter to go after this…! I can't believe I'm nearly done! I'm going to turn this into an .epub file so will post a link to download in a couple of weeks when I've done it properly. Then you'll be able to read it on kindle!
I'm already working on my next project. It's Rodolphus x Bellatrix and Voldemort x Bellatrix and it follows on from the one shot I wrote a while back.