Betrothal Contract

By request of the Dark Lord, Voldemort (A.K.A; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and You-Know-Who), for your son [insert name] to be considered a worth consort, he must follow the restrictions and ensure he achieves the qualifications set out within this here contract. By signing, his parents, Bellatrix Lestrange (neé Black) and Rodolphus Lestrange, are entering an agreement that they will use their parental influence to make sure the conditions agreed upon in this contract will be met by their son by the time he reaches the appropriate age when he will marry his lord.

Restrictions:

1. Mr Lestrange will not partake in the excessive consumption of alcohol on any occasion unless deemed appropriate by the Dark Lord.

2. Mr Lestrange will not partake in the consumption of dangerous substances, such as drugs of any kind, or other things that will have a negative impact on his health.

3. Mr Lestrange will not knowingly put himself in situations that put his life, or the lives of loyal Death Eaters, at risk of harm or death.

4. Mr Lestrange will retain his virginity and purity until the time of his marriage.

5. Mr Lestrange will treat the Dark Lord with the respect of his station and will know to obey his lord.

6. Mr Lestrange will accept any gift and compliments the Dark Lord wishes to bestow upon him with gratefully and gracefully.

Achievements:

Before the time of his marriage, Mr Lestrange will be fully educated and will have achieved the following results;

-Mr Lestrange will not achieve less than an Exceeds Expectations in any of his subjects at Ordinary Wizarding Level, which must at least include Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Arithmancy and the Study of Ancient Runes.

-Mr Lestrange will not achieve below an Exceeds Expectations in any of his subjects for his Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, which must at least include Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy and the Study of Ancient Runes.

-Mr Lestrange will also learn other skills of his choosing to build character, and they will be his choice and not the choice of his parents.

Bellatrix read, and reread the betrothal contract as she awaited the arrival of her lord with her son. It was a comfort to see the intense and explicit instruction that her son was to stay healthy and not allow himself to be at risk, it showed a level of interest she was unsure her lord would show in the project. It would have better coincided with the previous plan against his life if he were allowed to drink and drug himself into an early grave. But the interest was there, and it allowed Bellatrix to convince herself his arranged marriage would work as well as her own to Rodolphus.

Making sure he kept his virginity could pose a problem, as she knew her mother knew nothing of Andromeda sleeping with the Tonks muggle. But they had Draco. He provided some small security that if her son was heading wayward then she would know from him. She could make sure he had manners simply, the comment on gifts and compliments sounding strange to her. Though she supposed that also depended on what it was her lord presented her son with.

"Have you decided on a name yet, sweetheart?" Her husband smiled, eyeing the blank space nervously.

"I will say again, as I have said to everyone it seems. I will name him when I see him, so I know it suits him."

Almost as if he had heard, the Dark Lord emerged from the fireplace clutching a crying babe in his arms. He looked as though he would strangle the baby in his arms, regardless of their plans and preparations, if he continued to scream. Bellatrix took this as her cue to take her son, holding him against her breast as she cooed softly. Her hair dangled in his little babe's face, tickling his nose as he opened beautiful green eyes. His tears stopped as he saw her smile, reaching up to explore her face as best he could.

"Well, my love. Have you decided on a name yet?" Her husband chuckled, looking at his son. "He looks like a Harry, actually."

"Maybe as a nickname, but it's horribly common and sounds so muggle." She grimaced. "Perhaps, I'll name him Hadrian. Hadrian Cetus Lestrange."

Her husband tossed a handful of floo powder into the fireplace to call Malfoy Manor, informing Narcissa of the name Bellatrix had decided on so her husband could complete the betrothal contract. As the call ended, the natural silence was broken by the babies soft noises and giggles as he smiled up at his mother. It was clear, his wife was wrapped around the sweet child's finger and he was becoming enchanted himself.

"Blood adopt him at your earliest convenience," their lord scowled. "If anyone discovers his real name, it'll cause foolish distractions. I'll visit every few years to ensure he's following his rules and learning well."

He turned to leave, his followers muttering a hasty good evening before he was gone.

"Come, my babe." Bellatrix cooed, "I'm going to take you to bed."

"We'll do Gringotts tomorrow morning," her husband pressed, feeling the urgency his lord emphasised.

Bellatrix agreed, hardly paying attention as her son pulled on her fingers with the smile of an angel. He didn't have any of the characteristics of either her or her husband, but after a full blood adoption that would be fixed. She walked around her home, rocking her baby as she carried him to his new nursery.

She'd spent days making sure everything was just right for her little prince. The crib she had been placed in as a babe had been refurbished and placed in the middle of the room, painted to look like a forest silhouette over a purple sky. Late at night, eyes flashed and provided security for anyone thinking to harm him, be it people or bad dreams. The floor was old dark oak, carpeted by a large black rug as his playmat. He had a corner full of toys, a shelf full of books and everything else he needed. Her son would want for nothing, everything at her fingertips to make him the happiest little baby.

"Motherhood suits you," Rodolphus grinned. "I haven't seen you glow like this in a very long time."

"I haven't been this happy since I became your wife," she smiled, eyeing the love of her life. "That day you became the owner of my heart, that night the master of my body. I was in heaven."

He watched as she gently laid Hadrian on a changing mat and removed his pyjamas with a disgusted look. The blue pyjamas were emblazoned with little yellow lions, and found themself disintegrated in an instant, replaced by a dark purple onesie covered in moving green snakes. He looked delighted as he followed their movements, touching them with surprising softness for a one-year-old. The poor little lad was half asleep in her arms before Bellatrix could place him in his crib, turning his antique dial on above him. Fangs and bones floated above his eyes and lulled him into sleep.

The following morning was one of the hardest she had lived through. Already, this strangers' babe had become her son, and seeing his pain shocked her by being unbearable. She was one of her lord's greatest torturers, powerful and with no remorse as she laughed at her victims' screams. But hearing her little Hadrian scream as their blood became his and his very magical core was altered brought tears to her eyes. She felt weak hiding her eyes in her husband's chest, but he didn't make a sound as he comforted her. But the process was worth it when the pain ended.

Her beautiful Hadrian had changed. He was smaller, light-olive skin now a porcelain shade. His hair was not the mop that resembled his old father, but a river of curls and frizz, like his new father. And Bellatrix got her unspoken wish when he opened watery eyes, still the green of before but brighter. They seemed to glow, like the light of Avada Kedavra across the room, before his sweet little voice called for her.

"My little Hadrian, already so beautiful," she cooed. "I cannot wait to see you grow, my powerful little prince."