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The Heir of Voldemort Prolouge

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The Dark Lord sat deep in thought in front of his Death Eaters. All had recently been sprung from Azkaban, and all were waiting his instructions on what to do until the enchantments on The Boy's house lifted. They were all extremely nervous, because none of them knew who he was going to pick on next. But Voldemort just sat silently and stroked his huge snake, Nagini. Finally, he spoke in a calm, even tone, "I need an heir." The silence in the room got even deeper. Everyone looked around nervously, wondering if they'd just heard correctly, "I'll need someone to take my place eventually," He elaborated.
"My Lord," Bellatrix spoke up, "That is an excellent idea. And I'd be happy to help in any way possible." She batted her eyes and another Death Eater at the end of the table whispered something to his buddy and they snickered. Bella shot them a deadly look.
"Everyone leave," Voldemort said, "Except Bella, Narcissa, and Lucius." Narcissa's face went white, but Bella bounced up and down excitedly next to her. When the room had cleared out, Voldemort looked at Bellatrix for the first time that meeting, "Naturally, Bella," He stood and came to face them across the table, "You would be the first choice." Bellatrix smiled, closed her eyes, and relaxed her nervous tension. "But, you won't be the one." She snapped her eyes back open and looked thoroughly confused. Narcissa grabbed Lucius' hand under the table and gave it a nervous squeeze. "Lucius," The Dark Lord turned to look at one of his least successful Death Eaters, "You and your son have proved nothing but useless to me lately. You denied me when I fell, you failed me two years ago and was thrown into Azkaban, and your son failed to complete the one and only task I had ever given to him." Lucius winced and grabbed Narcissa's hand tighter. He could see what direction this was heading. "So, I am giving your family the opportunity to redeem yourselves in my eyes." He paused and stood tall and powerfully, "Narcissa will bear my child and that's the end of the discussion." Narcissa burst into tears and buried her face into her hands. The Dark Lord was not pleased with this reaction, "Narcissa, this upsets you? Doing the highest favor ever for your master does not please you?"
Narcissa fell silent and refused to answer the question. How could she? So Voldemort sent Lucius and Bellatrix out of the room. As soon as the doors were shut, Lucius picked up the nearest vase and smashed it on the floor. He was so angry, he punched the nearest Death Eater and Bella had to put a body-bind curse on the Death Eater to keep him from retaliating. Lucius kicked an end table and screamed at everyone to get out of his house. As soon as they were all gone, he sunk down the wall and cried silently. Draco didn't know what to make of the display. He had never seen his father cry, and he didn't know whether to comfort him, or leave him alone. But one thing he knew for sure was that whatever it was, it had to do with the fact that his mother was still in the room. So Draco just sat down next to him and was silent. Bellatrix paced in front of the doors, waiting for the opportunity to comfort her sister.
The minutes seemed to last for hours, but eventually, Voldemort emerged, shutting the doors behind him, and walked off towards the basement of the house. Bellatrix tackled and pinned Lucius who had unexpectedly sprung up from the ground and attempted to attack the Dark Lord from behind. "The thing to do is to comfort you wife right now," She hissed in his ear, "NOT attack the man who could kill you in one flick of the wand."
Lucius nodded and said, "Take Draco to Diagon Alley and buy him something. Explain to him what just happened and that he'll be getting a new sibling soon. Don't bring him back until I send for you." Bella nodded, grabbed Draco's arm before he could go into the room, and Disapparated with him on the spot. Lucius stood and walked over towards the room. The fire had gone out and it was dark. A small, quiet sobbing was coming from the corner of the room. He went over and put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "Cissa?" He said quietly. Next thing he knew, Narcissa was in his arms sobbing slowly. He petted her hair and promised her everything would be ok.
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Two months after the Battle of Hogwarts, the baby girl was born. Zyla Bellatrix Malfoy was definitely a rare child. As she grew, her mind developed faster than her body. She knew and understood things beyond her years. The only family member she bonded with completely was her brother, Draco. He watched over her and helped her as often as he could. Narcissa acted almost the same way to Zyla as she had to Draco when he was a kid, but Lucius, on the other hand, was distant. He was never mean to the child, but he didn't make his best effort to treat Zyla like she was his, as she believed she was.
Strange things happened in the years to come. When Zyla was five, Narcissa sent her out to play in the garden. When she came back in five minutes to check on the child, Zyla was surrounded by snakes of all shapes and sizes. Zyla giggled furiously and hugged one of the biggest snakes in the garden. Narcissa started to cry and ran inside to get Lucius. Lucius came out, picked Zyla up carefully, and brought her back inside to play dolls with Draco. Narcissa cried in her room the rest of the day.
When Zyla was seven, she got angry at her mother for taking away her toys as a punishment. Her ash grey eyes flashed red and she screamed. The glasses on the table exploded and a small incision started on Narcissa's cheekbone and started slowly making its way down her face. It didn't get very big before Draco swooped in and calmed Zyla. He explained to her that when a punishment is given, that it is proper to just except it. Zyla never threw a fit again, but Narcissa refused to do the punishing again, and Draco had to do it.
A year later when Zyla was eight, she went into Draco's room and asked him why her dad didn't like her and why her mom cried so much around her. Draco fumbled for an answer before finally explaining that Daddy was distant with relationships and was the same way when Draco was little, and that Zyla reminded Mommy of someone who was dead and it was hard to be reminded of that person. "You're lying." Zyla said in a high, even tone, just like that of her father's. Then she turned and left. Draco's Mark on his left arm tingled and he could tell Zyla was angry that he had lied to her. But how could he tell her the truth?
And so it went at Malfoy Manor. Zyla grew more like her father everyday in her demeanor and tone of voice and she was almost a kinder, but exact replica by the time she received her Hogwarts letter.
A fanfiction that my friend Carley and I invented. The only character I technically own in here is Zyla and that's cause I spawned her out of my own noggin. My friend's version is at this link: [link]

Next Chapter in my story: [link]
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erindian4's avatar
What up minion! Great story, and once again, I'm sorry!