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Bellatrix stared at the dead butterfly in her hand before turning over her palm. She watched the small critter the little girl had placed there only moments before fall to the ground. The dark witch watched the little girl giggle and run after a dragon fly before falling down in the grass. The child's shrill laughter began to weaken her resolve and she placed her hand back over her lower abdomen and squeezed the soft flesh there.
She looked down at her lap for a moment before looking back up searching out the little girl only to find the child had vanished. Panic hit her until she turned around to see Michela running to Hermione as she came out of the manor.
She breathed in deep as relief washed over her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about the child, the Dark Lord's child she had been forced to abort.
She continued to watch as the mudblood picked up the girl and pulled her to her chest hugging and kissing her. A pang of jealousy flared up in Bellatrix and she wanted to pull out her wand and kill them both.
She watched as Hermione turned and carried her daughter inside.
The scene had been overwhelming for Bellatrix and she disapparted from the manor officially abandoning her post as guardian for the morning.
She settled into the bedroom of the Black Estate. As usual, her childhood home was empty and cold, and she looked around at all of the jewelry and clothing that had been bestowed upon her. It didn't compare to what the mudblood had—a child. The Dark Lord's child.
In a fit of rage, she pulled at her skirt ripping the zipper and unceremoniously shimmied out of it. Next, she pulled at the buttons of the silk blouse she was wearing ripping the delicate fabric. She tore and clawed at every piece of fabric that covered her body until she was completely naked. Slowly, she approached the full length mirror.
She stared at her reflection running her eyes over her body and the scars that marred her once flawless pale skin. She ran her hands through her hair, over her breasts, her stomach before resting them on her thighs. She let the tears fall as she screamed into the empty room the sound reverberating off the walls.
She collapsed to the floor as the emotions of the early morning hit her all at once.
Bellatrix had lain on the floor for over an hour. She had cried, laughed, screamed and chastised herself out loud for being so weak. Her emotions finally abated all except one.
The hatred was back but this time it was directed at the man that she had called master for over two decades.
She needed to see him. She had never in all of twenty years of serving him asked why. She trusted his judgement and his word was law but she needed to know, she needed an answer.
Lucius stood in the doorway and watched as Michela and Hermione ate lunch. He smiled to himself as he watched the little girl grab a handful of mac and cheese and stuff it in her mouth letting the cheese drizzle down her chin.
He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from bellowing out loud when Hermione mimicked the actions of her daughter and let the cheese drip down her chin and onto her shirt. Hermione threw her head back and laughed.
The scene brought a sense of calm and nostalgia over him.
It had been years since he heard that sound in his home. Hell, it had been years since he himself had laughed and been merry.
Hermione looked up to find the Malfoy patriarch staring at her a small smile on his face before it quickly disappeared.
Lucius hadn't meant to watch so long to the point of discovery but something wouldn't allow him to pull away from the scene. The two locked eyes and it was something in her gaze; a look of pure desire, a gaze that hadn't been directed at him in over two years.
His breath hitched as she barely parted full lips he mimicked her actions and hissed when he felt his mark burn. The sound of his pain washed away the desire that had been evident on Hermione's face and it was replaced with something Lucius hated more than anything—pity.
He turned on his heel not giving the young mother another thought.
Voldemort sat behind the large desk in the office that once belonged to his great nemesis. He fingered the glass of scotch as he brought it to his lips. He had summoned Lucius; he wanted a report on his wife and child. He was after all a family man at heart.
He looked around the office and his gaze settled on a portrait of Hermione. He thought of her and the son that was nestled in her womb and smiled into the glass as he took another sip. Pride swelled up in his chest as he thought of the plans he had for son.
A slight knock pulled him from his thoughts.
"Enter," he said harshly as he considered dealing out the cruciartius for being disturbed.
Lucius entered quickly and bowed before approaching the desk.
"You may sit Lucius." The blond obeyed hoping he would leave this room just as he had entered.
"How are my wife and children?"
"They are doing well, my Lord. Your daughter is a very strong and active child she loves to explore the gardens. Your wife has settled in comfortably and has given me much advice of how to brighten up the décor around the manor."
The latter part was a lie but Lucius figured it would not benefit him to give truly accurate account of his wife's emotional state.
"Good. Are they happy, Lucius?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Are you sure? Does she speak of me? Does she ask after her husband's well-being?"
Lucius could sense the Dark Lord's ire rising, the man was in-adept at small talk and he figured he better get on with it or he would be on the receiving end of the pale wizard's wand.
"She asks when you will visit them and on more than one occasion I have found her crying holding a picture. They both miss you my Lord."
Voldemort looked past Lucius and Lucius could sense his master was wrestling with an array of emotions. Lucius had lied to the man for the second time that afternoon. He briefly wondered if the old man had lost his touch.
In the month Hermione and her daughter had lived with him she had never asked or even mentioned her husband. He sensed the young woman had been relieved to be away from this creature and Lucius figured he could stoke his master's ego along with helping the young Gryffindor out.
He stiffened Lucius could not understand why he wanted to help Hermione but he did.
"Well, Lucius convey my lo…" he paused and Lucius furrowed his brow in confusion at his master, "tell Hermione I will come and see them both soon and once I squashed this Resistance," he hissed, "they will be allowed to come home."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good, you may go Lucius."
He stood and bowed once again before backing out the room.
As he descended the stairs his mind turned toward the woman in questioned. He found himself thinking of her a lot.
Hermione watched her daughter hum and eat. Lunch was over for her and she got up from the table to stand in front of the French doors that over looked the yard to the east of the manor.
She crossed her arms shaking her head slightly. She didn't know why she looked at him like that but it couldn't be helped at the time. To describe her host as handsome would be an insult to his beauty. She tried to dig up some unpleasant memory of him anything to hate him, look upon him with disgust.
She surprised herself when she discovered she couldn't find one. He had changed so much since their side had won. Hermione wondered could someone go from being evil to being less evil when the side they had fought for walked away victorious?
She sighed and turned her attention back toward the table and her daughter whom she found had stopped eating and was staring at her.
"What is it sweetie?" Hermione asked as she sat back down at the table.
Michela laughed and placed her cheesed covered hands over her mouth.
"What is it?" Hermione lightly poked her in the stomach causing the little girl to laugh as she wiggled in her seat.
"You like Mr. Malfoy," the child said giggling.
Hermione paled and before she could say anything else her child jumped up from her chair and ran giggling from the room.