Glad you liked the last chapter because this one's got a small turn of plans for the twins inside. Ivan's going to show his mean side and Pan will demonstrate a slight amount of her power as will Bellatrix in her motherly rage.

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7:45 p.m.: Pan's room:

The ball would start in fifteen minutes, the guests were already arriving and the Dark Lord had already gone down to meet with his followers. Pan was in front of her large mirror trying to examine her baby bump under the blue dress she wore. Her hair was up in a French twist with a long thick curl of hair down her back, the makeup matched the dress nicely as did the jewels, a silver choker necklace with a sapphire in the middle, and matching earrings that hung down from her earlobes.

'I look good, Aunt Narcissa certainly has good taste.' She continued looking at herself until she glanced at the clock and quickly put on her mask of blue satin and rhinestones. Her hands were gloved as well but she wasn't used to the feeling.

"Pan dear, are you ready?" her mother's voice came from the other side of the door. Pan quickly smoothed the dress down and made sure her hair was up right before answering.

"Yes mother." Bellatrix came through the door, wearing a sparkling dark green ball dress and her hair up in its usual style but a bit more cleaner. She beamed at Pan and embraced her carefully around the shoulders.

"Oh my dear you look absolutely stunning! You remind me of me when I was your age." Pan had a slight blush to her cheeks and it only flattered her appearance more. "Ivan is already in the hall and awaiting us, we'd best not keep everyone waiting." She was led out to the hall where Ivan stood, dawning his dress robes with a blue mask across his face.

"Excuse me ladies but have you seen my mother and sister? I believe I saw them enter the room you're coming from but I don't recall such lovely women inside." The two women laughed.

"Oh Ivan you flatterer, you have your father's slick tongue."

"Thank you mother, shall we?" He held out his arm to Pan and she took it. They were each other's dates for the evening, while their mother would attend with Rodolphus, who met up with them in front of the door that led to the descending staircase into the ballroom.

"They wait here, he will call for them in a minute." They stood there as the two made their way through the doors; Ivan looked at Pan and smiled.

"You look lovely Pan."

"And you look handsome Ivan."

"You nervous?" Pan was silent for a minute.

"A little…"

"Don't worry, I'll be by your side at all times, as will Draco and our family." Soon the loud booming voice of their father came through the door and the audience went quiet.

"Welcome my friends on this fine evening. Tonight we will celebrate the near end to winning this war, and we shall also celebrate the arrival of my children." Gasps were heard, and the doors began to open slowly. "May I present to all, my only son Ivan Salvador Lestrange, and my only daughter, Pandora Noelle Lestrange." They walked out to the top balcony of the staircase and all eyes fell upon them. "I trust you all shall treat them with the same respect as you do me, for they are my greatest treasures and shall be treated as such." Everyone started clapping as the twins made their way down the staircase.

"They're staring at us." Pan whispered lowly.

"It's fine, just keep calm." They walked over to where their father was sitting, on a large chair placed at the other side of the room almost like a throne.

"Welcome my children, I trust you are both well?"

"Yes father." They spoke in unison.

"Excellent, now walk around if you wish, go meet with the others." He pointed to the two chairs on either side of his. They each went down and not too long afterwards they ran into their cousin Draco and his parents.

"My my don't you all look wonderful this evening?" Ivan smiled and Narcissa let out a chuckle.

"Thank you Ivan, you both look great and Pan that dress is making you glow so beautifully."

"Thank you Aunt Cissa, and thank you for letting me borrow this dress."

"You're welcome dear, and let me warn you about some people in here. You see that group of men over there?" she pointed to a group of three men wearing black suits, one looked like a beast with a shaggy face, another looked about the same but with a clean face, and the last one had bushy curly hair with a shaggy beard. "Those three are Fenrir Greyback, Scabior, and Dolohov. My idea for you two is to keep clear away from them as much as possible."

"Dare I ask why?" Ivan.

"They like to joke and mess around, especially around young women." Lucius said looking at Pan and she understood instantly. "In the mean time I'd suggest you two keep your eyes peeled, lots of people here like to spread trash around."

"You're right, we'll just go mingle by the refreshments because I think junior in there's getting hungry." Ivan pointed to Pan's belly and she laughed.

"I think you're right. Let's go." They made their way to the long, large table full of drinks and snacks; the main course wouldn't come out until much later. Pan picked up a small cookie and some tea, Ivan took at least three cookies and some punch. People kept staring at the two, but the three men Narcissa warned them about were the ones who wouldn't look away.

"Mmm. These are delicious." She said taking a bite.

"Pretty satisfying too, you should try the punch."

"What flavor?"

"I think strawberry or cherry I can't be sure."

"Maybe later." Pan couldn't stop looking at the three men and everyone else staring at her. Some looked disgusted, others almost pitiful.

"Don't mind them Pan, if anything they're just a bunch of scraggly misfits." Ivan was referring to Greyback's little posse.

"I couldn't agree more Ivan, still I'd like to know what they're whispering about." Ivan nodded and placed down his cup walking into the crowd. Pan moved around the crowd just a bit but only close enough to hear the others speak.

"She's pregnant, could it be a muggle's child?" she heard a woman speaking to a man dressed in green robes.

"Might be…she was raised by muggles since at the time Bellatrix was in Azkaban and our Lord was gone."

"Poor girl, raised by filthy creatures in this world; oh well at least the child is of Slytherin blood."

"Yes, otherwise our Lord would have it killed." Pan flinched away from the group and continued walking around, listening to the gossip.

"I heard she was raped, a muggle too."

"So dreadful, at least the boy's got some power in him. Heard he once took down a whole gang of muggle teenagers robbing a shop."

"Oh what a dreadful tragedy, the daughter of the Dark Lord tainted by a muggle's seed. Tragic, simply tragic…" she ran from that one, but not fast enough to draw attention.

"She is lovely though, she'd make a fine companion for anyone I'd say with an elegant family background."

"Absolutely, she's one of the many beauties here."

"Maybe, if she wasn't a whore. For all we know she could've gotten knocked up on purpose and now she's bearing muggle spawn." She stopped in her tracks, and heard the sentence come from Greyback's mouth.

"I agree Fenrir, she is Bellatrix's child, if anything the Dark Lord should kill that thing inside her." Pan felt tears coming to her eyes. Just as she was about to run off a flash of light struck the biggest of the three. Pan turned and saw Ivan with his wand drawn at them.

"Take. That. Back." He growled. The two still standing pulled out their wands and glared.

"Whadja do that for boy?"

"You called my sister a whore, and her child muggle spawn. If anything you should watch your tongue around me."

"Now come on boy, we were only funnin'."

"Doesn't matter, apologize to her." Ivan had a deadly tone in his voice; Scabior just scoffed.

"Why should we?" before Ivan could answer a whip went around Scabior's neck and drug him to the ground. He let out a choked cry before looking up into the angry eyes of their mother. "M-Ma'am…?"

"How dare you talk about my daughter like that?" she pulled on the whip and Scabior was yanked forward. Pan suddenly felt her magic brewing inside; she yanked out her wand and fired a painful stunner at Dolohov and Greyback. They screamed in pain and Pan fired another, Ivan soon joined in but then something made them stop.

"ENOUGH!" the loud voice of Voldemort made the entire room go silent. He marched over to where the three stood and his fierce glare made them all put their wands away. "What happened here?"

"Scabior and his cronies called Pan a whore, and then didn't bother apologizing to her." Voldemort looked at the unconscious bodies of the three wizards and made them levitate in the air; their bodies floated out the doors that slammed after they hit the floor.

"There now, does anyone else have something to say about my daughter?" no one said a word. "Good, now let the party continue, can't have a night like this ruined so soon now can we?" everyone went back to mingling, but Voldemort grabbed both twins by their hands and pulled them to the side.

"Forgive us father, we shouldn't have caused such a scene." They bowed to him.

"Of course, let's just not let it happen again. Pandora, I understand you're extremely hormonal right now from your pregnancy but take control of your emotions. I would appreciate it if my own daughter had a little backbone despite her condition." Pan felt her heart jerk at that. "As for you Ivan, I would like for you to keep your temper underway. Can't have you killing off all my minions no matter how miniscule they are."

"Yes father." He walked off back to his throne. Pan took off her mask and dropped it to the floor before walking out of the ballroom, not realizing Ivan was following close behind. She made her way back to her room and sat down on her bed before reaching under her pillow. Ivan came in after her and pulled his mask off before sitting down next to her.

"You alright?" she wiped her eyes smudging her makeup.

"No…but I will be."

"Don't let them get to you sis, mum said there would be talk amongst the others."

"Yeah but, I wish it wasn't so aggressive towards me and my baby." She stroked her stomach. Ivan placed his hand on hers and smiled.

"Relax sis, if anyone dares say anything around us anymore we'll just do what we did down there." Pan smiled and leaned into Ivan's arm. "Besides, I may not have known you growing up, but I guarantee that no one messes with my baby sister or my future niece or nephew."

"Thanks bro, you know they think it's a little weird that we're bonding so quickly?"

"Yeah well they can go shag off because we're twins; we're supposed to bond quickly."

"I've never been so glad to have a sibling, I mean I was an only child growing up and I was sometimes lonely."

"Didn't have many friends?"

"No you?"

"Not really, just a couple of goons who hung around me just because the girls liked me." Pan laughed and pulled her other hand out from under her pillow showing a broken piece of a mirror in her hand. "What's that?"

"It's something Aberforth gave me, he said if I ever felt scared or angry then just look into the mirror and I might feel relieved."

"Is it magic or something?" at that moment the two looked down into the reflection of a pair of two green eyes. Pan looked into it and almost dropped the piece onto the floor before putting it back under the pillow. "What's wrong?"

"That was Harry Potter."

Evil I am yes for ending it so soon, I promise the next one will be longer but it will go to Harry's part in the fic. I'm going to flip flop back and forth with the twins and Harry to add a bit of mystery in here with a little drama. Please keep the reviews coming and you shall not be disappointed, oh and if you have any ideas feel free to share.

Later!