Bella was none too pleased with the situation, but the last thing she wanted was for the child to start sobbing again. The sound grated on her nerves reminding her of the sounds of Azkaban that she had little control over. Damn it all, how could this child belong to Regulus? Wasn't he dead somewhere? She could still remember the moment she was told that he was dead, the relief that it was over and that she wouldnt' be called upon to do it herself, as well as the sadness that she fought at his passing. She had SUFFERED over his death, over his betrayal. How DARE he live!?!? How dare he breathe and not suffer the way that she had, the way that all loyal to the cause had! He had borne the mark and shared in the glory until things got too hard and then he backed out. Regulus the traitor. Regulus the coward. Regulus the impostor.
At least he had had the sense to breed with a witch, and regardless of anything else Black blood ran in this girl's veins. The sins of a father couldn't really be held against her if one were fair, after all, Andromeda was once her own sister and she had....well it was best to not think on such things. Carina and Allyssa represented the next generation, and Bella would be damned if the next generation of Blacks and Lestranges wallowed in mediocrity and became traitors and cowards as Andromeda and Regulus and even Bastan to an extent had. They would be different, Bella would ensure it.
And Regulus would learn the hard way if need be.
"You are a Black." Bellatrix said firmly. "Never forget that Carina. You're going to be staying with your Tante Bella and your Oncle Roddy for a bit. Won't that be fun? A visit with your family? We'll teach you all about being a Black, and perhaps when you get back you can teach your Papa a bit about it too. Secrets aren't always good things you know."