Here it is, at long last, the chapter where Bella finally comes face to face with her son. I really hope you all enjoy it!
anthony37: Enjoy! I'm sorry if i blew up at you, it turns out I WAS WRONG TOO.
nithin: or should i say Immortal6666? DAMN IT! (sorry for cussing!) I compleately tried to avoid it, but I got a cousin anyways. Well, thanks for the help! I didn't even know that; where in the book does it state that? (Oh, well) Yes, it'll be named Rodolphus, but with the personality I was gonna give to Evan Rosier. WHOOT! Thanks for letting me know, though.
PheonixGryfindor: You're back! I missed you! (JK I"m just teasing.) Anyways, yes, she will react. Unfortunately, in this chapter she doesnt have a good vantage point; she sees harry but not his injuries.
A Dark Mark appeared in the midnight sky, moving and constantly coiling. It seemed to be made up of a strange, thick green smoke. The Death Eaters apparated from the Dark Mark hovering in the sky quite quickly, one after the other, for what felt like ages. Harry winced as more and more Death Eaters apparated, ordering themselves into an almost complete circle, with only two or three gaps. Finally, the Death Eaters stopped coming, and the Dark Mark dissipated. Lord Voldemort walked up. "Hello, my followers. Fourteen years it's been, and now I find myself… disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me, and some of you even went as far as to defy me. Lucius!" He snarled, grabbing the mask off of the other man. "Crabbe! Goyle!" Still,there are those of you who stayed with me. Who never abandoned my side. "Yaxley. Dolohove. Evan. Bellatrix. For that, I praise you all very highly."
Lord Voldemort turned, ignoring Lucius's protests that he searched for signs and whispers of the Dark Lord. The evil man went up to the body of Cedric Diggory. He touched him with a bare foot, tsking softly. "Don't touch him! Harry yelled in protest.
Voldemort turned yet again. "Oh, my, I forgot abut our special guest. "harry Potter."
The graveyard was deathly silent. Harry? Harry Potter? Bella thought. "My son?" she paid no intention to what the Dark Lord was sying, until the other Death Eaters gave a cold, heartless laugh. "No matter…" He was saying. "I can… touch you… now." He said, bringing his finger closer and closer to Harry's forehead. Bella struggled to speak, her voice seemed clogged with her son so near her. Suddenly, she yelled, yelled her son's words from before, because she had none of her own.
"Don't touch him!" She yelled.
Voldemort stopped still, a hair's breadth away from Harry's forehead. He turned slowly. His expression was calm but his eyes showed unspoken fury. "Why shouldn't I?"
Bella didn't want to tell this man anything, yet she heard her voice cracking, saying, "He's my son."