AN: Sorry it took me a little longer, I had an awful cold this past week the only reason I got my one shot done is because it was almost finish when I fell ill. Oh yeah to the person who asked me if this was a MM/HG romance fic. No, lovely, while I do read and write them in this one they're going to have a mother/daughter relationship.

Warning: Sweetness and a little angst ahead.

Chapter 2

1988

Narcissa disapparated away thirty minutes later leaving the slightly reluctant, very much alone Minerva behind awkwardly holding the precious bundle tightly within the confines of two strong arms. Soft emerald irises gazed lovingly down at the girl's tiny face and thin pink lips broke out into a small smile. She could feel warmth pool within her heart and the strong primal urge to protect surge through her. Ever since she could remember she had always wanted to be a mother but the actual need did not start to grow until she mastered her animigus. A cat's main goal in life as was with any other animal was to go out, find a mate, and produce so naturally those traits were enhanced in Minerva with every change from human to animal.

The instinct had gotten so overwhelming that at certain point that one night she found herself in a muggle's house holding their infant in tightly in her arms. Every since that horrifying incident she has kept her distance away from newborns or babies of any age every since.

Scanning over the softly slumbering newborn for a long moment, Minerva found it hard to believe that this beautiful defenseless creature had come from the womb of that dark sadistic beast. She could not help but to wonder. Had Bellatrix looked like this as a baby or had she hatched out of an egg with dead black pits for eyes and a crazed curly mane for hair. Minerva snorted at her own imagination.

Shaking her head, she gently moved a hand to a small face and ran her index finger over the delicate features. At this age you really could not tell whom a child looked like.

Suddenly feeling the urge to see the warm chocolate orbs hidden underneath those eye lids Minerva decided it was time to wake the mini sleeping beauty. "Open your eyes, little one." Minerva whispered slowly unwrapping the bundle just enough to get her hand in there.

Not too happy about being disturbed the baby's face scrunched in irritation, short round arms stretched out in front of her and curled hands into tiny fists as if ready for a fight. Heavy lidded eyes lazily opened but instead of the warmth Minerva found herself gazing into all too familiar dark abysses which blinked then closed back tightly once again.

Cold fear raged in the pit of a rolling stomach, causing every muscle in her body to become taut and a steady heart to quicken. Minerva shivered and goose pimples prickled quivering skin. She has Bellatrix's eyes.

Dead pits of shadows bored deeply into pain-filled emeralds and full blood red lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Awe, kitty cat, what's wrong? Did you not miss me?"

Her cracked pale lips parted to reply but could not manage to form a single word. Days upon days with little or no food had taken their toll and Minerva hadn't the strength to even move a vocal cord. One of many tears tickled the corners of her eyes.

She was going to die here.

Unwelcome fingers caressed her inner thighs. "Come on, kitty cat, don't you fancy me anymore?" Bellatrix mock pouted.

Too weak to struggle Minerva laid there helplessly as the touch trailed higher to a dry core. "Or perhaps, I'm just not blonde enough for you." She giggled when Minerva's eyes widened a bit and began to circle her clit. "Oh yes, I know all about your taste for blonde witches."

"Hmmm." Bellatrix's other hand came up and she begin tapping an index finger on the side of her strong jaw in a mock gesture of deep thought."Perhaps I should owl, Cissy. After all, she looks so much like that bitch. It would be just like having her again won't it?"

Despite the exhaustion, Minerva could not help but to flinch. Not many people knew of the secret relationship between Druella Black and herself and the few who did were a couple of her closest friends. The knowledge that Druella's children were aware never crossed her mind. They had been so careful-she'd thought.

The dark witch leaned forward until her mouth was even to Minerva's ear. "Yes, we knew all about you and my mother's trysts." Her hot breath tickled Minerva's skin with each word just as two questing digits entered her roughly causing the elder witch to arch her back in pain. "So tell me, kitty cat, do I remind you of her? Do my fingers fuck you as good or better?" She laughed manically, quickening her pace.

Minerva closed her eyes and hissed through her teeth all the while mentally willing the other woman to shut up but it was all in vain. Bellatrix did not stop that night in fact she keep on, with those spiteful words and creeping fingers, she fucked Minerva to unconsciousness.

Minerva shook her head roughly, temporary clearing the horrible memories from her mind. Heart pounding within a hyperventilating chest, perspiration rolling down throbbing temples, and nerves on full alert, Minerva was on the verge of a full fledged panic attack. Quickly as possible she placed the newborn on the couch and took in a much needed deep breath. This is not Bellatrix, this was just a wee innocent babe. She reminded herself as she took in another deep pull of air and let it out slowly. She looked back down at the child, whom was staring right at her, and gave the infant a tight smile. Yes, just a babe.

1991(two and a half years later)

Bright warm sunshine peaked through baby pink curtain lace bathing the small room in a gentle glow. In the centre of the area, sitting amongst a nest of toys and blankets a little girl giggled softly as she rolled a bright red ball between short tiny legs. With glee she snatched the toy up and started palming it loving the feel of the rubbery texture upon soft skin she started squeezing it roughly until...POP! The bright red ball flew from her grasp. Finding this incredibly hilarious, she filled the air with tinkling bubbly giggles and sat chase. Short round doughy legs stumbled their way surprisingly quickly out of the dark wooden doorway, down the dimly lite hallway keeping right on the trail of the runaway ball. The toy continually rolled its way toward the first step of the long straight stair case leading down to the main floor. Big bright round chocolate eyes filled with amusement and wonder as they watched the ball disappear downward, hitting each step with a loud eardrum shattering thump. Unaware of the danger, the little girl teetered dangerously close to the edge gazing down she lifted her foot to make that final step

Out of nowhere, a black and silver streak raced up the stairs hitting the toddler with so much force that it knocked her backwards onto her diaper covered behind.

Cupid bow lips quivered and doe-like eyes quickly filled to the brim with unshed tears. Blinking a couple times the toddler dramatically tilted her head backward and let loose a mighty wile.

At the sound of the child's cry, a young woman burst into the living, head automatically snapping upward toward the source of the noise. Feet in full motion she ascended the stairs, bounding over them two at a time. Finally she reached her destination. Reaching downward with two strong thin arms, she scooped the weeping child up and held her closely to a heaving chest. "Oh my goodness, Hermione!" She held the girl out for a moment raking worried eyes over every inch of the tiny form checking for signs of injuries, when none were found, she once again held the child close. "How in heaven's name did you get out of your crib?" Hermione merely cried even harder.

"Shh, Shh, mummy has you." The woman soothed softly patting the little girl on the back.

Unbeknownst to the pair, golden emerald orbs shinning with jealously were watching the entire scene. The tabby cat growled underneath her breath. That should be her comforting Hermione.

TBC...