1. Windowsills
She swept into that cold, creaking house through an upstairs window, flitting through each room on dancing tiptoes. The muggle pigs slept under thick covers. They looked fat, she was hungry, they stunk like filth.
2. Mercy
The baby was round like a beachball, fussy and whining within its crib with miserable noises that made her hands twitch tantalising towards the wand at her side. Snot covered its ugly, little face and it bubbled over its lips with each sniffle it made. Disgusting creatures like these really were pitiful afterall, she supposed, lowering a pillow over the bars to smother the noise and the mess.
3. Breeze
The doors she left open in her wake creaked and swung to and fro with the wind that fluttered in through the open windows she'd carelessly left open. Curtains billowed in man-like spectre shapes in corners and dark edges. Her wild hair waved crazily atop her head like hundreds of snakes, black and almost invisible against the gloom of the night and the lightbulbs burst into fractals of shimmering glass with a wave of her wand. She loomed over the bed, the two fat and skeletal frames inside it laying perfectly still, their skin illuminated a cool blue in the moonlight, as if their bodies had gone cold long before this fateful night. The glass dust settled like sharp snow over her new bloody artwork, their strings cut before they could even say "freak".
4. Beneath the stairs
The door was blistered and discoloured, the vent stained red by rust and blackened by the mould that creeped from within. Locks were bolted tight up the edge of the frame and her hands shook with excitement as she reached for them "One latch, two latch, three latch, four! I've never had a son before!"
5. Baby, baby
She wretched the door open, the handle banging against the wall in high tone that rung through her head and made her dizzy. Inside was the treasure, the wide-eyed, lightning child. It- no, he stared back into her eyes with alarmed curiousity when she all but shoved her head into the dark space, the brilliant dancing colours of death shining so prettily in the green of his irises. She grinned,
Baby, baby, i see my future in you...
6. Little fingers
His fingers grasped themselves so tightly in her corset that she feared he might rip the lace. A strong son he was turning out to be already. He hung over her shoulder dazedly, breathing ever so quietly against her neck in warm pants that made her spine tingle. She marched out the front door with a lilting swagger, clapping her other hand on his back to brace him and turning on the spot. She barked a harsh laugh at the boy's shocked squeak when they disappeared into the darkness with a loud pop.
He was so deliciously cute; she'd love him forever and ever.
7. Nighty Night
She swooped through the front door, batting Kreacher away with a strong kick and blowing a raspberry in it's direction when it scuttled away like a rat. Hiking up her dress, the new mother hefted her little load up the stairs and carried him all the way down the landing to her room. She nudged open the door and dumped the lad on the bed, before flopping onto it herself. His hair fanned out dark and wild against the pillow in a facsimile of her own, the two massive, green eyes blinked at her in bewilderment as his little mouth hung open in awe. She swooped down onto him and shoved a clawed hand over his glowing eyes.
"Nighty night! Good little babies need allllll their rest to enact proper, bloody revenge. Don't let the nifflers bite!"
8. You're Pretty
At the breakfast table, her tiny, new Black sonny peered at her over his glass of pumpkin juice that was almost the same size as his head. She laughed and lurched over the wooden tabletop, batting the cup away to shatter on the floor, and hung her grinning face right before his own. He flinched and cowered to try to protect himself, but she caught his chin in a tight grasp so she could grin at him properly.
"You are such a pretty boy!" she cried, making his eyes widen with a confused but curious frown.
"I-I'm not! I fink th-that you're pwetty, miss" he trailed off, biting his bottom lip and looking down at his fiddling hands his lap.
Something bubbled hotly within her, the wicked lady wailed and crowed "NO, NO! My baby is the prettiest laddy of them all. I could just eat you right up!" She curled her fingers more firmly into his cheeks, leaving red nail marks, "and call me Bella! Or mother, or mama, or mom, or anything but miss. Your my son now so you can forget all about those ugly, dirty, disgusting muggles because Mumsy can take care of you now!"
9. Being a Black
"Sorry mummy... You said I needed to practice getting mad, but I didn't mean to! Honest, I just got so, so angry!"
The house elf lay in a crumpled heap beside the coffee table, its arms crooked and purple with a spoon shoved through its eye socket. Harry stood next to the body with a nervous look on his face and scarlet smeared over the lenses of his glasses, with his bloody hands hidden behind his back.
"Aw my itty bitty Hawwy, im am so, so proud of you! You did so well listening to mummy and learning from all our lessons, and don't you worry about Kreacher! We needed a new one anyway and he was getting annoying. Oh Merlin, you're five already and growing so fast! I've changed my mind, we'll get you that lovely crossbow you wanted tomorrow, let's go have a treat shall we!"
Bella gave her son a rib-cracking hug while laughing, praising him for growing into the good little Black heir he was meant to be at last. They pinned the elf's head on the wall after a spot of tea and cake for lunch.
10. Family matters
Draco came flying through the doors where Bella and her sister Narcissa were chatting and gossiping with a loud and ugly wail. An ivory bolt wooshed over his head as he dived beneath the couch, the arrowhead lodging itself in the pale walls of the tea room with a few blonde hairs caught in its flight. The boy sobbed under the couch with piercing cries. It was easy for Bella to see that the Black blood had been weakened by the slippery cowardliness of Lucius Malfoy, the git. She wrenched the pitiful thing by the ankle to pull it out from under the sofa and dump it on the cushions panting and sobbing. She turned to the doorway with her exasperated sister in tow, to raise a delighted grin when her Harry skipped into the room with his beautiful new crossbow cradled in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.
"Hi mumsy, hi Auntie Cissy! Draco's helping me with target practice!"
11. Potionsmaster
Bella very much enjoyed the look on Sevvys face when he saw her boy at a death eater meeting scribbling runes in crayon on a bloodied rat, before making it hop up as if back to life to chase Pettigrew around the large table they were sat at and scare him away screaming down the corridor.
Face motionless and pale, the potionsmaster took one last constipated look at the giggling boy sat by her feet before sweeping from the room with scowl on his face. He must have realised that Harry wasn't Lily's boy anymore, he was her boy, Bella's boy! She turned to pat her son's head lovingly with a long boney hand tipped with blood red nails. He grinned up at her with a familiar crazed expression, nattering on about inferi and necromancy and unicorn blood.
12. The Dark Lord
Bella and her Lord sat in a Malfoy anti-chamber together and nothing could be better. She was with her favourite Master and to make it even better they were watching over her beautiful, bouncing bitty baby. Her lord had been furious at first, but she had known he would come around once she explained everything to him... He was perfect like that.
Now they sat, Bella grinning and cooing madly, as the Dark Lord lounged elegantly in his chair with a long fingered hand covering his curling smirk.
On the ground, they watched Harry wrestle with her Lord's snake, the two of them hissing and twisting around eachother like kindred spirits. Her baby fell in a panting, giggling lump in Nagini's massive coils in front of the roaring fire, his emerald killing curse eyes glinting in the orange light like jewels she'd just love to pluck out and keep in her treasure box.
Bella sighed and smiled serenely as she twirled a lock of hair on her finger and watched her lord send the two off to go chase Pettigrew, the stinking rat.
Bellatrix loved her life.