His blue eyes scanned her response with anger and suprise combined. She was pregnant? With Lucius's son? "Ugh," said Sirius, throwing the letter aside with disgust. Still, he had expected it. He knew it would happen, but it was such a slippery business. He knew what Voldemort wanted Narcissa to do, in order to stay alive. And of course, Sirius wanted her to keep her alive - even if it meant taking things this far. Damn it! That slimey git Malfoy was going to pay. Grabbing his cloak, he wrapped it around him and left the house, banging the door behind him. He would go to James's. He could of apparated there, but actually walking there let him burn off some anger. He wrapped once, twice, three times on the wooden door. It swung open. A beautiful woman with vibrant red hair answered, and wrapped him in a hug immediatley. "Sirius," she said cheerfully, "James is in the lounge." Sirius smiled at her without bothering to speak, and made his way through to the lounge. At the sound of somebody else's footsteps, James looked up. "Hey Padfoot," he grinned. "Firewhisky?"
"Sure," replied Sirius, "Why not?" Why not indeed.
As James poured them both a generous measure, he glanced at his best friend with mild concern. "Anything wrong, Padfoot?" He handed him the glass of Firewhisky, which Sirius downed in a single gulp.
"You could say that," replied Sirius darkly. "I have these feelings ..."
"Stop right there," said James playfully. Sirius smiled benignly and fell silent, contemplating his options. An outsider of the matter would probably say to him to grow up and forget it all, but somehow, he just couldn't. She would probably be angry with him anyway, not replying for two years. Wow, why hadn't he replied? There'd been so much going on and it wouldn't of been appropiate.
"So anyway," said James, cutting into Sirius's reverie, "Are you going to discuss, or not?"
"It's Narcissa-"
"Narcissa, eh? Oh ... I know. I know what you're going to say," his voice was taunting in a playful manner, "You like-like her."
"How do you know?" Sirius looked suprised, and James laughed pleasantly."
"I know everything," replied James nonchalantly. "It was kinda obvious though, mate. You know. 'Oh Narcissa, look at my stomach, yes I do work out, I'm so sexy . . .' Methinks that might of gave it away, just slightly."
Sirius punched James in the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Shut it."
James grinned. "Sooorrry ... so. Problem? Oh yeah, I know. She's with Lucius, right? That can only mean one thing," he snapped his fingers mid thought, "Aha - she's pregnant?"
"Possibly," replied Sirius, marvelled at James's intelligence.
"Ahhh ... and so you're kinda jealous?"
Sirius rolled his eyes at the bluntless of this statement, but nodded.

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"No, oh flobberworms! No." She stared at the potion which would tell her whether she was pregnant or not; and she was. She'd just turned twenty ... she couldn't have a baby. It was unorthodox! Not so soon, anyway. Would it be as evil as Lucius? Muttering profanities, she marched downstairs looking for Lucius. "Lucius, where are you?" she shouted angrily, her voice echoing around the house. A cough silenced all. She turned, and saw Lord Voldemort standing in the hall, uninvited, with a smirk on his face.
"Problem, girl? I assume you would not be shouting the odds if there wasn't." His tone was mocking, and his eyes seemed to laugh at her. She'd never really noticed before - they were so ... magnetic. She felt herself smiling coldly, power overseizing her.
"There may be a problem, but is that really any of your concern, Voldemort?" Uh oh. She'd gone too far - his face contorted and he shot forward, grabbing her by the throat with one hand, his other hand on her shoulder.
"Yes, dear girl, it is my business. I think you'll find anything and everything is to do with me - and speak like that again, girl," he threatened, his eyes narrowed with disgust, "I'll make sure the last thing you see is green light."
She swallowed. "Yes ... lord." He released his grip and she staggered forward, choking a little for air. He regarded her as if she was pathetic, a smirk replacing that cold smile of his. "So what is the problem, Narcissa?"
"I'm pregnant." She hadn't meant for it to come out so abruptly, but this didn't seem to restart his anger, infact, his smile grew wickedly. He stroked her face patronisingly.
"Gracious, I'm pleased to hear it. Do you know the gender?"
She shook her head, unable to restrain herself from smiling with pride. "No, but by the way it kicks me - I'm sure it's a boy." His smile grew, and he took her arm without speaking and led her to the kitchen. He forced, rather pushily, Dobby to make them all drinks. Dobby obliged, but shuddered and whimpered whenever Voldemort looked directly at the elf. "I don't like house elves much," he said coldly, taking a sip of his drink, "They annoy me so."
Narcissa smiled. "Dobby's a good house elf, my lord."
"So I see," muttered Voldemort, slamming his now empty glass onto the work top with such force that Narcissa flinched. "So, will the baby be born soon? I should imagine so, you look borderline obese. So, perhaps in another month or so, the child should be concieved?"
She nodded. "Perhaps."
His tones became sharp again. "I don't want any of these Mungo healers or Magi-Wives bothering you either. Your pregnancy, should you take this," he pushed a small tablet towards her in a tiny leather box, "will be virtually painless. And - don't question it," he added when he saw her open her mouth indiginantly, "take this now."
Obediently, Narcissa swallowed the minute tablet. Voldemort's smile grew. "Good girl," he cooed. "And I'll send Lucius over to you - I forgot to mention he's been working over time on me." His grin was so ... cold. It frightened her.
"Naturally, my lord ... farewell."
"Yes, farewell."
And with that, Voldemort vanished. Narcissa picked up a mirror on the worktop, and for the briefest moment, she saw her eyes flash scarlet.