Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange
When: July 5, late afternoon
Where: Lestrange Manor
What: Waking up, together again
Status: Closed/Incomplete




Today had been the best day of twenty three year old Bellatrix Lestrange's life.

She had awoken early, and gone to her mother's home for a baby shower. Rodolphus was certain it was a boy, and Bellatrix hoped he was right. She wasn't sure she was up to raising a daughter. Sure, Bellatrix could act the part of a prim and proper pure blood woman, but truthfully she'd rather have a son, someone she could teach all of the lessons she had learned from her father. Bellatrix had not been raised like your typical affluent witch, after all. Besides, she knew Ro wanted a chance to pass the Lestrange name, which was the only reason she had agreed to go off the potion in the first place.

She had floo'ed home and curled up in the bed she shared with Rodolphus. He was out doing the Dark Lord's work, and she knew he'd be home soon to curl up with her. She was incredibly tired, but that was nothing new. Pregnancy was taking a toll on her body, and she often slept in the afternoons. She knew within the next month she would put in notice at her job, and resign herself to being a full time wife and mother. She hated the idea, but it made Ro happy, and that seemed to make it a bit better.

She drifted off and began having disturbing dreams, of war and chaos and her Rodolphus dying.