Desperate need for Family.

Bellatrix lestrange nee black was confused. She didn't intend to escape Azkaban, honestly. She was just sitting in her cold, dark, musty cell. The beautiful screams of her fellow followers of the Dark Lord echoing all around. When a so very pretty person popped into her cell, but it was impossible seeing as Azkaban had wards against appreciation. They were dressed in all black, their skin so white it was almost translucent. They had sickly, toxic, green eyes of the killing curse. They had a pretty birdy on their shoulder, a vulture was what it was called if she remembered right. The most striking thing about them though was their half rotting face. Their magic was dark ... very, very dark. Death magic wrapped around her, it made her Miss home. She cackled thinking about her beautiful sister, Cissy and her pretty baby dragon. It's not fair she wanted a baby dragon. She deserves a baby dragon too. Pouting now she looked back at the man.

“Hello, pretty. Did you know you're rotting away?” she asked the person cackling, of course they knew. What a silly joke she made. “Can I pet your pretty birdy?”

“Bellatrix, we have been watching you, you have been rotting away for roughly 6 years. For following a mad man who split his soul and spit on death, and yet you joke how interesting.” They spit out viciously. Their rotting face split into a nasty smile. “No matter witch, you have been selected to help my master. Set him on the proper path. Before that disgusting headmaster ruins him this time. You will help him. You will train him in the proper dark arts. You will treat him with respect and loyalty. If you fail at these tasks you will have your soul ripped out of your body and will live a damned existence of torture in life and death.” Their magic flowed out of them, freezing her cell and pushing her to her knees.

“I have made myself clear and this will be your only warning, do not disappoint me.” He had grabbed her arm, and when she blinked she was no longer in Azkaban but a disgusting muggle town. What an interesting day this turned out to be for her. Well she had a master to find. She very much liked her soul and would like to keep it.

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Bella was in a muggle town, no magic ‘no No NO-’ it was plain and almost every looked the same. How did she get her? She was in Azkaban, listening to the pretty screams. ‘pretty pretty scream’ she doesn't remember. She hated Azkaban, the gray walls, the cold chill, the dementors. She's not there now, now she's here in a muggle town. ‘Disgusting, nasty, ugly, diseased-’ No, not all of it. Looking around she feels it, magic, pretty, intoxicating, dark magic. “There!”she yells. A house that looks like all the others had such pretty dark magic it felt like her lord. ‘Her lord who promised to kill disgusting muggles, kill Kill KILL-’ she looked around crazed glint in her eye. It was night and the moon was dark and hung low. She moved closer to the house, the feeling of magic washing over her. The house had pathetically weak wards and probably couldn't even stop a magical beast from getting in. Humming in content that the parasites were not here.

She slammed the door open, giggling. She heard a sound so soft she almost missed it. Her head snapped to the stairs….no up the stairs, she moved to the nasty, disgusting, plain stairs. ‘Just like muggles plain nasty-’ She heard a whimper, no not up. Down beneath her feet, she looked at the step. Jumping up the next one, she heard the sound again, she went back down, looking around and spotting a closet door she thinks. The door had many locks, that she easily undid with a bit of wanless magic. Flinging the door open and seeing....A snake? There was a snake in front of the door hissing at her. It was white and had reddish purple eyes. ‘pretty, beautiful, magic, snake.’

“Hello, beautiful I won't hurt you. Shhh it's ok.” She said trying to calm the snake, she slowly reached her hand out as an offering. “I just want to see what's inside the closet.” The snake stopped hissing….. no there was more hissing just not from the snake. Her Lord, the hissing, reminded her of the Dark Lord. 'Amazing, kind, wonderful, Lord.-' The snake moved allowing her to move closer to the door. Peering in she saw a babe, no a child. So tiny and thin that he looked like her, like a prisoner. He had curly dark hair that stuck out at odd angles and was cut at different lengths. His skin was a beautiful terracotta, looking as though he spent a lot of time in the Sun. His eyes were the most striking though, a toxic, sickly green like the color of the killing curse, one of her favorite curses. Although she couldn't help but feel like they reminded her of something. He was perfect, the most beautiful child she had ever seen. He had big, ugly, metal frames to help him see. He was wearing clothing that looked far too big for him falling down over his shoulder. she saw a disgusting purple handprint laying on his collarbone. ‘Disgusting, wretched, horrid, muggles had touched him.-’ In fact the more that she looked at him the more that she saw he was covered in bruises, cuts, burns, and scars. A specific scar caught her eye, a lightning bolt going across the forehead cutting into his eyebrow and down his cheek. Across his nose stopping just before his top lip.

This was the babe that had been prophesied to vanquish her dark lord. The baby Potter looks nothing like she thought he would. She wanted to be upset, angry, but no. He was wrapped up in her Lord's magic safely cocooned. If this babe was to be hated and disgraced then why had her Lord's magic kept him so protected. ‘pretty, beautiful, babe-’ She reached forward moving quickly, only realizing her mistake when the child quickly moved away to the back corner. Even with him shaking, terrified, he held a defiant look in his eye. She realized her hand would move no further into the closet. Wards, the closet had wards wrapping around it. It had a complex protection ward that would make sure no adult magical or muggle would be able to get in. It had one that would remove small traces of glamors or anything that a child would consider a lie. The last one was a notice-me-not for when the ward master was in need of lengthy healing. They did not look like they were placed there, too strong in some places, not strong enough in others. No this looked like the use of accidental magic, made from magical outburst of a child trying to protect himself. ‘Such a strong, powerful, beautiful, dark, babe she found. ‘

“I apologize, precious I did not mean to frighten you.” She said pulling away, offering a sweet smile that looked more deranged. “What are you doing in this horrid place? With the disgusting muggles?” She could guess it was not of his own volition but she was hoping to have the child open up just a little bit. “What is your name?” The boy before her took a step forward looking inquisitively at her, the snake moving forward to guard the child. Hissing at her in what she would assume in a threatening manner, rearing up to strike.

“Mug…muggles? Who are you? Did you come to h…hurt me? Is that why you're in a pri…prison jum-” The small boy smacked a hand over his mouth stopping his line of questioning. Looking ashamed he curled further into himself trying to protect his organs. Bellatrix frowned; she had forgotten she was in that nasty outfit. Her head looks around trying to spot a mirror, spotting one on the fireplace mantle. She was a mess it was to be expected after rotting away for 6 years, but no proper Lady of the most ancient and Noble houses Lastrange and Black would be caught dead the way she was looking. ‘Disgusting, horrid, wretched, place with its pretty screams.’ She waved her hand over herself using some wandless magic to transfigure her clothing. She was now dressed in a lace black dress with a tight corset on. Her hair was slightly more tamed and now up in a wild bun. Hearing a small gasp she turned around to look at the child seeing amazement and wonder on his face. “Muggles, the disgusting creatures they are, are people without magic lesser beings truly. Your disgusting filthy relatives are muggles. My name is Bellatrix Lestrange darling and I would never lay my hands on a magical child, even if they where a mudblood.” She smiled still looking insane, although on the inside she was enraged. Poor babe had thought she would hurt him and he had no idea what disgusting muggles were. What had happened to the poor babe?

“You're li…like me, Datura said you smelled like me but…but I told her you weren't a f..freak” the child said in amazement moving a little closer.

Bellatrix frowned at the choice of words; she wondered if that's what those disgusting muggles were putting inside of his head. “No child you are not a freak you're magical, I'm a witch and you" she pointed at him. "Darling are a wizard. Datura is such a pretty name, is that for the pretty snake?”she received a nod from the child, shrinking back from her gaze a little. Getting confirmation that the babe was a parselmouth. Her wonderful Lord must have known how powerful and dark the child would be. It was no wonder he was wrapped up so tightly in the Dark Lord's magic. ‘Her wonderful, amazing, savior-’ She would protect and take care of this child, she would raise him as her own, what a wonderful gift for her Lord. “What a powerful blessing you have little one, the ability to talk to snakes. What do you say about leaving this awful place and coming with me?” She said moving as close as she could with the wards up, not deterred by the hissing snake.

His face turned to one of complete confusion, looking at her as if she was tricking him. “W..why do you w..want me? I'm a fr..freak? What do you get out of it?” He said trying to look more brave.

Ah he was a smart child already showing his Slytherin. “You are not a freak child! Never believe anything those disgusting Muggles have said!” She growled out taking a calming breath before continuing. “I want you because you are special. I've always wanted a family but unfortunately I cannot have children. I would get a child and you would get a mother that would never lay a hand on you and treat you with respect.” she said, trying to bargain.

The small boy thought about it. “I've always wanted a fam…family.” He mumbled embarrassed. ‘Fine but I have to ta..take Datura, I'm her hatchling and you have to promise to never h..hurt me.” He said blushing refusing to back down.

‘what a smart boy already making me promise him things.’ “ Of course Datura is your family. I promise to never purposely hurt you or allow others to do the same.” lt was not a wizarding vow but for that she would need the child's full name. She did not want to assume and make a vow to the wrong person only knowing he was a Potter. They would soon visit the Gringotts in whatever country she decided they would be safest in. “What is your name?”

She startled as the child jumped forward and out of the small closet. Wrapping his tiny arms around her neck in a hug. He was sniffling as if he was crying. “I..I don't have one.” he whispered into her shoulder.

She smiled, wrapping her arms tightly around his small frame cradling him. Such a perfect precious child she found herself. ‘Much better than a baby dragon-’ Pulling away slightly she gasped. The scar that was covering his face was now a simple lightning bolt, Any bruises, cuts, Burns, disappeared. His eyes turned into much darker shade and more resembling Lily Potter's. Her child had a disgusting glamor on him. ‘no No NO that won't do at all-' “My beautiful baby boy, soon we will get your name and then you will be mine forever.” she picked up his snake wrapping it around his neck. “Is there anything else you wish to take?” The boy shook his head indicating no, tears still falling from his eyes, as he put his head back into her shoulder.

She stood up rocking him, getting the small babe to fall asleep. Now where to go? She could go to one of the Lestranges' mansions. ‘no no too obvious.’No one of the Black mansions. It was a much better option as all of them were hidden under much stronger secrecy spells. Maybe one of the ones in France. ‘No! obvious too much family.’ Ah! She would go to the Irrwurz-Schloss in Schiltach, Baden-Württemberg, Germany. She had been there once when she was a girl, the town was disgustingly mixed with magical and muggle but it would be perfect cover for Bellatrix. Although most of black forest was no longer owned by the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black it had kept its name. Black Forest was breathtaking, heavy foliage and beautiful fauna, a masterful mix of magical and mundane Flora. The Irrwurz-Schloss was located far enough away from the village that it would be hard to find even without the amount of secrecy spells covering it. Yes, it would be perfect for her new son. He seem to like plants, seeing as he named his snake after one and there would be plenty of snakes that he could befriend in the wards. Having made her decision she turned away from the disgusting Muggle House. Walking into the night and onto the street making sure she was holding her new son and his snake. She appariated away into the night with no one aware that she had taken the last hope for light magical Britain.

In a far off place the God of Death is smiling down on the new mother and son duo, pleased that their plan was working. This time their master would have a true family, their master would be happy and his true self. This time their master would bring peace and unity to all of magical Britain. It would not go wrong again they wouldn't allow it.