The Dark Lord stood and looked over to the silent trio of men sitting on the other side of the room. "I have no use for you as of yet, get out of my sight until I summon you." He said with disgust. The men stood, bowed, and then apparated to their respective homes. Lord Voldemort didn't want to go up and check on her while they all were still there. He ascended the stairs and entered the room. Bellatrix was still un-conscious but she looked healthier than she had before when he carried her away from the scene. The image of her face shrouded in pain still lingered in his mind, her screams still reverberating in his ears.
He watched as she started to stir. She blinked twice looking groggy and disheveled. "Master." She said sitting up quickly. "I am sorry, I have failed you." She said moving to go down on her knees. Bellatrix froze realizing that blood stained the front of her dressing gown. Bellatrix started to shake, the blood was bright red. Lord Voldemort uncertain how to respond touched the dark mark again. She just sat there stunned. The older man apparated into the room and looked from the panicking Bellatrix to his stoic Master.
"You called me back here to alert me of your menstrual cycle?" he asked her coldly. She shook her head quickly back and forth.
"No, no you don't understand! I'm pregnant…I'm six weeks pregnant!" She said starting to cry. The look of disgust and displeasure melted off of Snape's face. He took out his wand and muttered various healing charms. It was best as a potions teacher where many students were prone to accidents to know how to deal with them.
Lord Voldemort watched his face completely blank, not showing any emotion whatsoever. She continued to cry wrapping her arms around her abdomen in pain. It wasn't so much the pain that had her in tears but the shock, fear, and the blood. She had never been squeamish around another person's blood, but this was her blood and there was a lot of it. Severus continued casting different charms and spells for about another minute. He stopped and spoke one more incantation. "Scourgify." He said quietly like the other spells and the blood disappeared. Bellatrix still sat in the bed visibly shaking but now was silent. Snape stood and looked to her. "Bellatrix." he started. She looked up to him and waited. "The fetus is gone." He said coolly. Bellatrix stopped shaking and no longer cried.
"Good…I- I didn't want it." She said quietly. She looked from Snape to the Dark Lord. She didn't know how he would react.
"Severus, you are dismissed." Said Lord Voldemort. Snape nodded, bowed, then apparated. "Bellatrix." Lord Voldemort said still un-readable.
"Yes My Lord?" she asked her voice weak.
"That wasn't your husband's child was it?" he asked looking down on her from across the room.
"N-no Master, the child was not Rodolphus'." Bellatrix said looking up to meet his gaze. For the first time in many many years he felt a twinge of remorse, a twinge of sympathy and it scared him.
"I will summon Narcissa to retrieve you." He said exiting the small room cloak billowing behind him.
Bella climbed under the covers and sighed. She suddenly felt very weak and tired. "He didn't look angry to me." She thought to herself. "I hope he's not angry." Bella thought aloud before slipping into the waiting arms of sleep.
When Bellatrix awoke she was no longer in the small bedroom. This room was quite large and she laid in a king size bed. Bellatrix pushed herself up onto her elbows and blinked a few times adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains. Narcissa came into the room just a few seconds after. "Oh, good you're awake." Said her younger sister. Bella sat up a little more.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked still rather groggy.
"About a day and a half." Narcissa said walking towards a washroom. She returned with a glass of water. Bellatrix took it from her and drank deeply, her throat was parched. "Are you hungry, I could call one of the elves?" Narcissa asked heading towards the door.
"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry." Bellatrix said rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"I'll have an elf bring you up something to eat." Said her sister exiting the room.
Bella looked down at her rumbling stomach. She sighed, crestfallen, Bella felt hollowed with it gone. "I didn't even want it." She thought out loud.
"I'm sorry mistress Lestrange. I'll take it back to the kitchen immediately." Squeaked a short house-elf named Trilly.
"No, no the food's fine." Bella said looking over to the elf with a tray of food. The elf looked up and scurried over to Bellatrix and held up the tray for her. "Thank you." She said taking the tray from Trilly. Trilly's wide eyes went wider and bowed backing out of the room quickly.
"Your most welcome mistress Lestrange." she called in her high pitched voice. Bellatrix looked more closely at what the elf had brought her. It was a large bowl filled with steaming vegetable soup. Just smelling it made her feel warm; she picked up the spoon and began to eat. When she finished she set the silver tray aside and started to think. "Will the Dark Lord have me as his humble servant after this whole ordeal?" she wondered crossing her arms over her chest. "I hope I have not displeased him." Bella thought looking down at her abdomen. It looked no different than it had a week ago. It was hard to believe so much had happened in that short time, yet none of the changes were visible.
Her mind started to wander to the what -ifs. "What if I had the child, would I be held in higher esteem for producing an heir to the Dark Lord? Would I be disgraced for producing an un-wanted child? What if my lord had been displeased and killed me? What would Rodolphus have done?" Bellatrix wondered. She shook her head of the thoughts and sighed. What did it matter, there was no longer a child and there wouldn't be another. "Surely Lord Voldemort will not take me to his bed again." Bella pondered. The memories streamed back into her mind. It truly had been her greatest honor and her greatest pleasure. How she loved that man. It hadn't been a passionate encounter but it wasn't supposed to be. Her Lord had utilized her, a tool for relieving his rage and frustration. He hadn't been concerned with what she wanted.
"If I wish to remain in my Master's high esteems I should rise from this bed and return to him, whether I am fit to or not, I must show my devotion and polish away the tarnish I have brought to his name with a bastard for a child, even if it be dead." Bella said to herself rising from the large bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Her hair was a mess; she needed a bath, and definitely something else to wear other than this night gown.
Author's Note: Thanks to all my readers. Your reviews make me smile and fuel my creativity. School will be starting in a little bit so try to be a little lenient on the two day rule. How about a three or four day rule at max? Love you guys *Sends chocolate to those who review and puking pastils to those who don't*
