A/N: A shorter one :) but I managed to update! Next one will finally bring some Bellamort :) Anyways, enjoy! - Reviews don't hurt, they only make me happy :)

Eight.

"Mother" she breathed, causing the cold glass in front of her to fog. Eventually, did the young witch realize that the face she'd starred at, wasn't her own. It seemed older, the porcelain skin seemed a lot paler, the dark shadows beneath deep brown eyes only supported that impression. "You came" she ex healed, tilting her head again, this time in disbelieve. She had hoped so much, yet knowing she only would be disappointed. And still there she was, her mother, right behind her, waiting for her to turn around. But all of the sudden, her whole strength seemed to be gone. She was almost afraid to finally face the witch behind her.

Ever since she knew, who her mother was she had dreamed of the moment when she would meet her finally. She had imagined all kinds of options, but not the one she found herself in at the very moment, with her back turned towards her mother, surrounded by silence and darkness.

She knew it wasn't right, she should have left her daughter the chance to explain herself, to talk about her past, about who she (at least thought) she was and in what she believed in, but the dark witch couldn't stop herself from diving into the girl's thoughts. Still being the master of legilimency she was before they locked her up in Azkaban, it wasn't a problem for her at all to wander though Saiph's thoughts and memories.

"You know, you just could have asked" suddenly the calm voice of the young witch in front of Bellatrix interrupted the witch's journey through the girls mind. "Excuse me?" Bellatrix asked surprised by the sudden strength the girl seemed to have found somewhere deep inside her. "You just could have asked me, after those who raised me and how I stand to them now. There was no need for you to use legilimency. I would have told you right away, that I always felt displaced in the Muggle Family, that I always felt like I didn't belong there and that I try my best now to avoid them" Saiph told her calmly. Immediately Bellatrix left the girls mind. "You…noticed that I used legilimency?" the old witch asked flabbergasted. "If I wouldn't have read about it, I probably wouldn't have noticed that you were invading my mind" the young Slytherin replied, still facing the glass. That didn't explained it at all. Even knowing about the possibility of someone using legilimency didn't gave one the chance to notice someone was trying to invade your mind. No matter how hard she tried, she knew it wasn't possible for someone not trained on occlumency to notice her diving into its mind. The second when she wanted to reach out for Saiph to finally turn around, to face her and to find out how she was able to notice Bellatrix using legilimency, her gaze fell her left forearm and the dark mark, sitting there proudly. Saiph, actually, wasn't possible either.

Impatient he paced through his rooms. He had believed she was dead. Simply didn't exist anymore, like she never was supposed to be existing. It had been a mistake, a huge one. He had never planned on becoming children, or even raising them. He would be forced to love them, and love was a weakness. And the Dark Lord wasn't weak. He never would be. Not for his own child, not for the woman he secretly admired.

Nobody was supposed to know about the child, of course he knew she would tell her sister and wouldn't be able to hide the pregnancy at a point but still, no one was supposed to know that she was his daughter. He knew Bellatrix would have never told anyone. He had told her she wouldn't see her child ever again if she dared to give the father of her unborn away, but of course she never would do something to displease her Lord anyways. So she wasn't the one who had leaked, but if it wasn't Bellatrix, who was it? Who did tell Dumbledore about her? Who was the reason why his daughter had to grow up in a filthy Muggle Family?

The sound of breaking glass cut through the silence, followed by almost silent cracks when the shattered peaces fell down on the carpet. He never wanted children, never. But since he had one, she should have at least been raised right. He didn't know who was responsible for the filthy mess he could call her childhood, but he knew he would find out. Eventually.

Slowly, Saiph finally turned around, facing the woman in front of her. Unsure, what to expect, how to react she moved her eyes carefully across her mother's features before she faced the ground below her feet.

After all, her mother was the most feared Death Eater, someone who wasn't expected to be kind and friendly, not even towards her own child.

She flinched the second she felt a hand moving across her cheek. Bellatrix almost wanted to pull back. It wasn't her intention at all, to scare the girl in front of her. "Look at me" She demanded calmly, forcing the young witch slowly to look at her. A proud smile made the attempt to move over her ruby red lips. Saiph looked almost exactly like her. Nobody could deny that she was her daughter.

Saiph reminded silent, as her mother continued to study her. "Narcissa said, that you're a talented witch, if not brilliant" Bellatrix breathed. "Do you think she is right?" – "Why…should your sister lie to you?" the young witch replied with a surprisingly firm voice. Bellatrix didn't reply, not sure what to say. "I only hope, she hasn't raised your expectations too high" Saiph added smirking. "Oh I don't think so" the older witch replied, looking down at the girls right hand. Finding her wand which hadn't been there before, placed smoothly between her fingers. She surly was her father's daughter.

"Supper will be ready in a few minutes" she suddenly changed the topic, turned on her heels and left the girl alone. 'Not too much too soon', she reminded herself. They needed Saiph, she was important. To push her, to feed her with too much information, to get too close to her would only cause trouble.