Prologue - Morrigan Lestrange

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WhenNightFalls Author's Note: I did not write this but Raven's currently out of commision so I offered to post this to see if people liked it. She gave me permission to post whatever she had written.
Raven's Notes: So, uhm, CustumeHeroine, you kinda rule for coming up with this challenge. This is the first story in the seven-story series ‘Faith, the Darker Side of Hogwarts’. It might seem OOC but just remember, they’re just eleven years old, and they still have to grow in the people we know. If you like it… let me know, I’d really like some feedback.


Prologue – Morrigan Lestrange


A dark December evening had Voldemort pacing. It wasn’t often that the evil man paced but this was a newfound emotion he was experiencing. Now he understood why Lucius was a wreck when his son was born on June 5th. He did not care what happened to the woman who cursed and screamed through the manor; no, there was another reason for his pacing.

“My Lord.” Voldemort stopped pacing, turning around to face one of his faithful followers. If the man standing before him could carry his child, he would’ve taken him but no, the choice he made was fine. The woman he chose was loyal, strong, beautiful and from a pure line.

“What news is there, Lucius?” Voldemort asked, holding his head high. There was no time for acting like a nervous father-to-be; he had to be strong and indifferent. If he showed any sign of weakness, they would destroy him.

“Bellatrix has given birth.” The platinum blonde responded, trying not to sound bitter at the mention of the woman’s name. Lucius had proposed Narcissa to carry the Lord’s child but his dear wife was already with child.

“Take me to her,” Voldemort ordered and marched up to Lucius. The man nodded and led the way. When they arrived, Lucius bowed deep before he backed away from the scene. Voldemort watched Bellatrix, lying in the queen-sized bed, and Rodolphus beside her on a chair, as they cooed over the small bundle in the woman’s arms.

“My Lord.” Rodolphus jumped up from his chair when he saw Voldemort and bowed for his master. Bellatrix tore her gaze away from the child in her arms and nodded subordinately at Voldemort.

“Servant, is the child healthy?” He asked this of Rodolphus, having heard from followers who had become fathers that young mothers tended to be too emotional to respond properly. As Bellatrix was now the mother of his child, he could not get upset with her because of her hormones. At least, not yet.

“Yes, my Lord. Healthy and strong. She will make a magnificent heir.” Rodolphus replied. When Voldemort had told him and his wife that he wanted Bellatrix to give him an heir, he was honoured. He did not object in any way, nor did Bellatrix.

“Indeed she will, my daughter.” The Dark Lord strode majestically to the bed and motioned for Bellatrix to hand him the child. She hesitated for a mere second before placing the girl in her master’s arms.

“How will you name her, my Lord?” Rodolphus asked with a proud gleam in his eyes as he watched Voldemort hold the child firmly but still so gently. This was his master holding the child his wife had given birth to, he could not have been more proud.

“Morrigan, after the nightmare Queen, for she will give the world nightmares with her power.” Voldemort responded, not taking his eyes off the child in his arms. She was so quiet but the power in her felt alive, untainted and pure. She looked up at the man, her father, without fear with chocolate brown eyes. Her hair was dark, it seemed black but when in the light of candles it was obvious it was brown.

“Wonderful choice, Master.” Bellatrix said as she watched her Dark Lord. Her voice was still hoarse from the screaming, but Voldemort heard it clearly. He also heard something else in her voice, something he despised but at this very moment, he could not blame her. He heard hopelessness and sorrow but also fear, fear that he would hurt the child. He could not blame her at this moment, she had just given birth to the child and the mother in her was now overpowering her duties.

“Take her, Lestrange. Raise the child as if it was your own until the time comes when she will be trained.” Voldemort placed the child in Rodolphus arms and gently stroked Morrigan’s head. He could not take care of this child, not now that he was still at war.

“Yes, Lord Voldemort.” With that, he strode back out of the room; there were still things to be done.

-FtDSoH-

“No, I have a daughter; you can’t send me to Azkaban. She needs her mother.” Bellatrix screamed. She showed absolutely no remorse for her actions, she didn’t even bother denying them. She mocked the council members and everyone in the room. She even gave an impressionable speech, saying that the Dark Lord will return but when the sentence came, she began screaming at Bartemius Crouch Senior for her daughter.

“What about young Neville Longbottom? You tortured his parents to insanity.” Bartemius Crouch Senior asked her, looking up from his papers. The ice-cold look he received made him shiver to the bone.

“That infant is nothing compared to my child.” She said through gritted teeth. “I should have killed him in front of those traitors. My Morrigan is more powerful than you can imagine.” She held her head up high and dared anyone to say otherwise.

“Mr. Crouch, you can see how dearly she loves her daughter.” Wizards and witches turned their heads to Lucius Malfoy. A mixture of hatred but also relief crossed the beautiful face of Bellatrix. “Is it not best that her sister, Narcissa raises her child instead of Andromeda? Bellatrix and Narcissa are in much better contact than Bellatrix and Andromeda.” The wizard suggested. It would be his upbringing that shaped the young Morrigan, it would be his respect the Dark Lord’s princess would have. Bartemius Senior seemed to think about this. On one hand, the child would be in a prosperous family and they had another child so it wouldn’t be alone but Andromeda already had a daughter and she was married to a Muggle.

“Mr. Crouch, perhaps it would be best if the child was to be raised outside of the Magical Community. She is after all the daughter of a Death Eater.” A short and corpulent wizard with rumpled greying hair spoke up.

“You cannot stop my daughter from becoming the most powerful witch to ever to walk this world, Fudge.” Bellatrix shouted, desperately willing the bars in front of her away.

“Take her to Azkaban.” Crouch Senior said waving his hand in front of Bellatrix; then he turned to his papers “We will discuss the custody of Morrigan Lestrange next week, until then the child is under the care of Andromeda Tonks.”

“No, don’t give Morrigan to that witch.” It was the last thing Bellatrix could scream before she was taken to Azkaban.