Chapter 3: May 1st, 1998
No, God please, no…. No, No, No, NO, NO!
The Voices were laughing at her as she clutched her stomach, sobbing. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep it, the Voices would never let her. And what would her Lord say?
When she was little, it was a dream she used to share with Narcissa, to raise a family… She gave up on it when the Voices became more pronounced. Those Voices convinced her she could never be a mother, and Bellatrix knew they were right when she joined the Dark Lord.
Yet she couldn't help but feel the need to keep this one, but then the Voices were screaming at her; "Kill it! Kill it!" And she knew that while the Voices were only trying to torment her, they were correct. The monster she had become could never raise a child. She killed her own cousin for Heaven's sake! What would she do to the child?
Spotting her sheathed dagger, the Voices once again took control of her. Trembling, Bellatrix slowly reached for it. From between her breasts, the dagger slowly travelled to her abdomen. The Voices were about to plunge it deep, not caring whether or not it hit the developing embryo. But Bellatrix regained control of her body just as the dagger scratched the surface. Letting out a roar of rage, she pitched the dagger across her bedroom. She put her face in her hands and took deep breaths, willing herself to calm down. It seemed her husband had heard her scream as he paused at the door for a moment before continuing on. He didn't care, of course, she screamed often enough.
Her dark mark burned. Before Apparating, she scratched the proof of her loyalty hard enough to draw blood. She, the real she, regretted the decision, but the Voices and her upraising told her it was the best decision she'd ever made. She sighed, she'd pick up an abortion potion after the task the Dark Lord would surely give her today.