Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credits go to J.K. Rowling. I just borrowed her muse for a bit of work.
"Professor McGonagall?" Bidelia hesitantly walked up to the headmistress.
The professor looked at who was talking and then said, "Yes, Miss Riddle?" She looked disgusted as she spoke Bidelia's last name.
"I just want to ask something," Bidelia stuttered in reply.
McGonagall pursed her lips before replying, "Yes, continue."
"Who were my parents?"
McGonagall sighed heavily. "I suppose it is time you were told. I asked this Miss Cole woman to tell you all she could, but apparently she didn't tell you enough." She sighed again, collecting her thoughts. "Come to my office tonight. The password is 'Fawkes'."
Bidelia nodded and hurried too find James.
Bellatrix was packing her things when her husband, Rodolphus, appeared beside her.
"I don't want you to think for a second that I don't know what's going on," he said, grabbing her hand.
"You wouldn't understand, I must go, this must be done." She looked up at him with a hint of tears in her eyes.
"Let me finish," he said, sitting in a nearby chair and beckoning her to sit by him. "I know what you're doing. I know what's happened. You're pregnant, and I know for a fact it's not mine."
"But—" Bellatrix began, but Rodolphus placed his hand over her mouth. "I don't blame you. I just wish you would've told me. Who else could say they've had an affair with The Dark Lord?"
"I didn't want it to come to this," Bellatrix sobbed, laying her head in her husband's lap. "I thought that everything would go my way."
Rodolphus, not one for comforting anyone, not even his wife, abruptly pulled Bellatrix's head out of his lap. "Go do what you must. I'll be here waiting."
Bellatrix nodded. She stood up and retrieved her belongings. She gave a weak smile to her husband before apparating.