Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. All belongs to J.K. Rowling.
"I don't see why you hang around with that little toerag."
"What little toerag?" Bidelia asked. It was dinner; everyone was waiting for the Headmistress to announce that the sorting would start.
Scorpius sighed heavily. "That Potter kid. You know Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other. Why do you insist on breaking unwritten rules?"
"And why do you insist on treating him like your father treated his?" Bidelia stood up. I'm going to sit somewhere else. Somewhere that I know I won't be treated like this." With that, she did something that no one dared do. For the first time in Hogwarts history, a Slytherin went to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"Hi, Bidelia!" James greeted her enthusiastically. "Why are you sitting over here though? You're a Slytherin."
"Why does everyone make houses seem so important? I think I can sit where I bloody damn well want to."
James opened his mouth to say something; however, right at that moment Professor McGonagall stood up and announced the sorting would commence. "Later," he hissed.
"Bellatrix, love, what is it?" Voldemort looked at the cruelly beautiful woman lying in his bed.
"I think…" she began, but couldn't finish.
"Tell me. If there is anyone you can tell this to, it must be me. Who understands you better?"
Bellatrix smiled. "No one, Master."
"Damn it, Bella. How many times have I told you, don't call me Master when it is just you and I?" He raised his lips in a smile that looked more like a grimace on his serpent face. "Call me Tom."
"What?" Bellatrix looked surprised.
Voldemort sighed. "That was my name once. Before I was Voldemort, I was Tom. Tom Riddle."
"That's all very well, Master, but…"
"Tom! Not Master!"
"Okay then…T-T-T…" Belllatrix squinted her eyes closed and screwed up her face in deep concentration. "Tom."
"Yes, Bella?"
"There's something I have to tell you."
"And that would be…?"
"I think I'm pregnant." There. She said it.
Voldemort had a look of shock on his face. "Are you sure?" Bellatrix slowly nodded. "Well this isn't the right place to have children. I know where you should go to have it, and leave it there so we won't have to worry."
This wasn't the reaction Bellatrix was looking for. She was hoping that at the thought of a child, Voldemort would somehow stop his evil ways, give up his life in order to live with her, to live with their child. But she knew she had to agree to anything he said; that was the way things went when you were the top Death Eater. "Yes, Master."
Voldemort overlooked her calling him "Master" this time, he was too busy making plans. "You'll apparate to this place. It's where I was born. Now I don't think the orphanage is still in the same spot, but there's one a few buildings down. I think it's ran by the same family. You'll go there, give birth, and when they fawn over the wretched child, you escape."
Bellatrix nodded again. "I'll leave as soon as I'm ready to deliver, Master, just tell me where it is."
Voldemort nodded, and replied, "Later," before dismissing her.
Seeing her dismissal, Bellatrix got out of the bed and grabbed her robes. As she walked to the door, tears slowly streamed down her face. She had lost her chance at a life, at a long lasting love with the one man she had ever loved. The man that had just proved even more that there was no way he could be a man.