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Who?Voldemort and Bellatrix
What?After the Ministry battle, aftermath of Hermione fighting Bellatrix
When?Immediately after apparating from the Ministry
Why?Because evil gits sometimes feel something and have a lot to lose.
He appeared in that very same barn he had known she would be in; the one she had taken the half blood brat to. Inside he saw nothing; darkness had sucked all the light from inside, and the scene actually sent a chill through him.
“Bella?” His voice echoed around the empty darkness, “Bella?” He repeated, worry etching into his voice.
There was a soft muffling moan in the darkness and Bellatrix stirred a little, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. “My Lord?”
Casting lumos an eerie glow emanated around him and when his eyes fell upon her he felt rage swell inside of him. Bellatrix, his Bella, his most loyal was lying on the ground bloodied chest and stomach from the attack from that filthy mudblood. As he moved closer he saw the black finger print bruises around her neck where she had had her breath squeezed from inside of her.
Extinguishing his wand he bent down and picked her up in his arms, in the darkness cradling her like a man should his lover and their unborn child. There were still parts within him that were human, protecting the mother of his child and his child were two such parts.
Apparating back to his headquarters he laid her out on one of the empty beds in the house, demanding one of the injured returning death eaters to bring him a heeler from St Mungo’s to attend to her. Once they had gone to do such a thing he knelt at her side, pushing her hair back from her face and watching her with cold eyes.
“My Bella,” he said softly, his hand then moving down and over her stomach, “Our heir," and in that brief moment he leant down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Anger rippled inside of him, should she lose his heir then that mudblood would lose everything and he would make her watch before she lost herself to her insanity. Should the child die, that mudblood would fall at his feet and beg for him to end it all and he would let her live so she had to suffer knowing that she had caused her families painful deaths.
“My lord,” Bellatrix croaked, “I…I failed you,” there was such shame in her eyes and she turned to look away from him, “Do to me what you must.”
“Rest,” he scorned her, “A healer will be here shortly and we will have you fixed up in no time. Both of you,” his hand went once more to her stomach and the slight bump that had started to form there. “Focus on getting well, our child needs you too.” Clever words, never his child, always there’s, for she was a part of the heir too.
There was a knock at the door before they opened and she stood, moving away from her in time to see a heeler thrown into the room.
“Look after her,” he barked as an order, his voice betraying him just a little, “If anything happens to her I will cut you up piece by piece and feed you to Nagini. Do I make myself clear?”
The healer squeaked before running to Bellatrix’s side, looking her over and starting to work on her wounds.
Moving away he sat down silently, his back to the two of them, looking deeply into the fire, lost in thought, lost in the dread of losing his heir and Bellatrix.
What?After the Ministry battle, aftermath of Hermione fighting Bellatrix
When?Immediately after apparating from the Ministry
Why?Because evil gits sometimes feel something and have a lot to lose.
He appeared in that very same barn he had known she would be in; the one she had taken the half blood brat to. Inside he saw nothing; darkness had sucked all the light from inside, and the scene actually sent a chill through him.
“Bella?” His voice echoed around the empty darkness, “Bella?” He repeated, worry etching into his voice.
There was a soft muffling moan in the darkness and Bellatrix stirred a little, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. “My Lord?”
Casting lumos an eerie glow emanated around him and when his eyes fell upon her he felt rage swell inside of him. Bellatrix, his Bella, his most loyal was lying on the ground bloodied chest and stomach from the attack from that filthy mudblood. As he moved closer he saw the black finger print bruises around her neck where she had had her breath squeezed from inside of her.
Extinguishing his wand he bent down and picked her up in his arms, in the darkness cradling her like a man should his lover and their unborn child. There were still parts within him that were human, protecting the mother of his child and his child were two such parts.
Apparating back to his headquarters he laid her out on one of the empty beds in the house, demanding one of the injured returning death eaters to bring him a heeler from St Mungo’s to attend to her. Once they had gone to do such a thing he knelt at her side, pushing her hair back from her face and watching her with cold eyes.
“My Bella,” he said softly, his hand then moving down and over her stomach, “Our heir," and in that brief moment he leant down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Anger rippled inside of him, should she lose his heir then that mudblood would lose everything and he would make her watch before she lost herself to her insanity. Should the child die, that mudblood would fall at his feet and beg for him to end it all and he would let her live so she had to suffer knowing that she had caused her families painful deaths.
“My lord,” Bellatrix croaked, “I…I failed you,” there was such shame in her eyes and she turned to look away from him, “Do to me what you must.”
“Rest,” he scorned her, “A healer will be here shortly and we will have you fixed up in no time. Both of you,” his hand went once more to her stomach and the slight bump that had started to form there. “Focus on getting well, our child needs you too.” Clever words, never his child, always there’s, for she was a part of the heir too.
There was a knock at the door before they opened and she stood, moving away from her in time to see a heeler thrown into the room.
“Look after her,” he barked as an order, his voice betraying him just a little, “If anything happens to her I will cut you up piece by piece and feed you to Nagini. Do I make myself clear?”
The healer squeaked before running to Bellatrix’s side, looking her over and starting to work on her wounds.
Moving away he sat down silently, his back to the two of them, looking deeply into the fire, lost in thought, lost in the dread of losing his heir and Bellatrix.