A/N: Shout-out to DarkWriterXX94 for reviewing Chapter 1! Thanks so much! I've decided to add one more chapter to this story. Just to be clear, in the story, Bellatrix married Rodolphus Lestrange after losing Hermione (to try and fill the hole in the heart), which is why she is referred to as Bellatrix Black in the chapter... anyways, hope you all enjoy the final chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for Lyra Bellatrix Black's name ;)

Bellatrix watched as her daughter slept peacefully. 'I can't believe she's here,' thought Bellatrix happily. Of course, she was still guilty of torturing Hermione. Had she known earlier that the woman was her long lost daughter, she wouldn't have tortured her at all to unconsciousness. But now it's too late; the damage was done.

After the recent events that took place, it took hours to stop Hermione from crying. Throughout the night, Bellatrix did not let go of Hermione once, afraid that doing so would result in losing her all over again.

Bellatrix sighed, recalling the events that took place seventeen years ago.

"Cissy," a frantic Bellatrix cried out. "It's time!" She held her swollen belly protectively. Narcissa rushed to her side and supported Bellatrix as they walked to the bed. Bellatrix grunted in pain as another contraction hit her.

"I... can't- have this baby now," she said. "They will take her from me!" And then she began sobbing uncontrollably. "No one will take Lyra away from me, she's my daughter... my only reminder of-" And then she cried out in agony as waves of pain hit her. Narcissa touched her shoulder gently.

"Bella," she said soothingly. "Yes. She's your only reminder of the muggle you loved. Don't worry. We will protect her."

Bellatrix felt tears rush down her cheeks as she thought of her one true love, Dan. A muggle man who had managed to worm his way into Bellatrix's heart, only to be killed by her father as a punishment to her for being a disgrace to the family.

"This is for him, Cissy. I love him," Bellatrix said. "This is for our child- AHH!"

After several hours of agonizing pain, Bellatrix Black held her newborn baby girl in her arms. Tears of joy ran down her face as she placed a kiss on her forehead. "You're so beautiful, my lovely Lyra," she cooed. "I love you."

And then she heard a loud bang outside the room. She quickly shielded Lyra away from the world...away from danger. Officials from the Ministry of Magic bombarded the wall and stepped in the room. Narcissa stood up, her wand at the ready, but one of them had their wand out faster hit her with a stunning spell. Another one started destroying the room.

"No, not Cissy!" Bellatrix cried out. Lyra woke up, crying in her mother's arms at the loud noises in the room.

The same man who stunned Narcissa looked up at Bellatrix and sneered at her. "So, this is the brat you gave birth to,"he spat. "But don't worry, we'll make sure she won't turn out like you." Bellatrix held Lyra even closer to her. "What do you mean?" she said softly.

The man laughed cruelly. "It means we're going to take her away from you, you evil monster."

Bellatrix's worst nightmare was finally happening.

"NO!" she shrieked out. "She's just an innocent child, please! Don't hurt her!"

The man only slapped her across the face, causing Bellatrix to loosen her grip on Lyra. Then, he ripped the newborn away from Bellatrix's arms, who was crying uncontrollably. Bellatrix got down on her knees. "Don't take my Lyra away from me," she begged. "She's all I have."

Again, the man only laughed cruelly at her. "It's for the best," he said coldly. "Believe me, I'm doing the Wizarding World a favour by making sure she does not turn out a nasty Death Eater like you." He then kicked Bellatrix in the stomach. She cried out in agony.

No, she can't lose Lyra. This hurt worse than anything in the world, even worse than the agonizing pain she went through while giving birth to her baby girl.

"LYRA!" she yelled helplessly. "COME BACK TO ME!"

But it was too late. She was gone.

Bellatrix felt the last shred of hope in her disappear. Something broke within her. She curled up into a ball, crying helplessly. Narcissa, who was lifted from the stunning spell, rushed over to her.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," she sobbed. "We'll find her soon."

"LYRA!" Bellatrix screamed out, her throat now raw from screaming.

A few years passed since that fateful night. A lot has happened. Bellatrix married Rodolphus Lestrange, hoping that doing so would make her forget her precious baby girl. One evening, Narcissa went to Bellatrix, who was Lyra's nursery. Bellatrix didn't bother fixing the damage done to the room.

Narcissa held out the Daily Prophet in front of Bellatrix. At the middle of the newspaper, there was a picture of a handsome man and his wife, smiling brightly into the camera."I found the man who took Lyra away from you," she said breathlessly. "They live in a muggle neighbourhood, Bella. There's a chance that they might have Lyra."

At the mention of Lyra, Bellatrix's eyes glittered. "She would have been three years old."

Narcissa smiled sympathetically at her. "Yes," she said softly. And then her features hardened slightly."But look, Bella, the man who took her from you- his name's Frank Longbottom."

Suddenly, Bellatrix stood up. "Where is he," she growled. "Where did he take my baby?!" Narcissa laid a gentle hand on Bellatrix's shoulders, hoping to calm her down. After losing Lyra, Bellatrix became more susceptible to anger.

"They live in a muggle neighbourhood, as I said," she said cautiously. "He lives with his wife, Alice... and they have a son together-"

"So that bastard gets to keep his child, but I don't?" Bellatrix said in a low, dangerous tone. She then laughed mirthlessly. Narcissa looked uneasily at her older sister, not liking where this was going.

"Bella," she said firmly. "Promise me you won't do anything reckless."

Instead of saying anything, Bellatrix disapparated out of her sight.

Bellatrix appeared in front of the Longbottom's house. Quietly, she crept into their house and made her way into their bedroom. There, was the bastard who took her precious Lyra away from her.

Frank Longbottom.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" she said nastily. Frank jumped at the sight of her. "It's you!" he said fearfully. "Get away from me!"

"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?" Bellatrix bellowed. "GIVE HER BACK TO ME!"

"I don't have her," he said, trembling. He was wandless. "We-we brought her to an orphanage- a muggle-"

"YOU'RE A LIAR, LONGBOTTOM!" she screeched. She raised her wand, and for the first time ever, she yelled, "CRUCIO!"

Frank cried out in agony. "PLEASE," he cried out. "I DON'T HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER, SHE'S GONE-"

"SHE'S NOT GONE, SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Bellatrix yelled. "CRUCIO! CRUCIO!"

Alice Longbottom entered the room, shocked at the sight before her. Bellatrix looked at her and noticed a baby boy in her arms. It wasn't fair. At this point, Bellatrix could only see red. She pointed her wand at Alice and yelled, "CRUCIO!"

She dropped the baby boy in her arms, who now started crying. Bellatrix lifted the spell off of Alice and tried to push down the familiar feeling down to the pt of her stomach. However, her emotions and rage resurfaced once more.

"GIVE HER BACK TO ME!" she screeched. She pointed her wand at the couple, who were now on the floor, curled up in a fetal position. How was it fair that they got to keep their child, and she didn't?

"CRUCIO!" she hissed. "CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!"

This went on for several minutes. She was about to curse them again when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Bella," a voice said. It was Rodolphus. "I NEED TO FIND HER!" she sobbed. "THEY TOOK HER FROM ME!"

"Yes, Bella," he said soothingly. "But you must stop, the other Aurors are on their way... if they catch you, you'll be sent to Azkaban!"

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING- I NEED TO SEE HER!" she shrieked.

"BELLA!" Rodolphus' voice thundered. "They are coming here! We have to leave-if not, both of us will be caught!" Bellatrix started sobbing some more. "Look, Bella... we will find her, okay?"

She looked at the bodies that lay before her. They were still alive, but the twinkle in their eyes were gone. "I drove them to insanity," she whispered. It dawned on her. "I- I tortured them to insanity- their son won't have parents-"

The baby boy started crying.

At that moment, Aurors entered the room. Bellatrix, who wasn't even aware, was struck with a stunning spell, along with Rodolphus. The Minister of Magic also entered the room.

"Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange," he said gravely. "You are both under arrest for torturing the Longbottoms. You will serve the rest of your lives in Azkaban."

Bellatrix's heart sank. If she was going to be sent to Azkaban, there was no way she was going to see her precious Lyra again. "No," she whispered. "No." And then the rest was a blur.

At Azkaban, Bellatrix kept thinking of Lyra. Nothing else was on her mind- not even the Dark Lord's demise.

When she learned of the Dark Lord's rise once more, she rejoiced, not because she will see him again- but because this will give her a chance to look for Lyra. Breaking out of Azkaban wasn't as hard as she thought. She merely evaded the Dementors and killed the wizards guarding her cell.

"Lyra," she whispered to the dark night. "I'm back."

So much has happened since then. But what mattered most was that she had Lyra- no, Hermione- with her. And now with the Dark Lord back in power, she and Hermione would find a way to beat him so that they can finally live in peace as mother and daughter.

Bellatrix felt a hand tap her shoulder. "Mum." It was Hermione. She turned to face her. "I know this will take some time... but just know that I-I forgive you... for... you know," Hermione said softly. She couldn't bring herself to say 'torturing me'. "It's a lot to take in, but I'm willing to stick by you throughout this war... and forever."

And then she smiled at Bellatrix. A true smile directed at her.

She hugged Hermione. "Again, I'm so sorry for hurting you... you didn't deserve it," she said, her voice shaking. "No one deserves the pain I put you through."

This time, it was Hermione's turn to comfort Bellatrix. "Shh... it's okay," she soothed warmly. "I'm here."

And that was all that mattered to Bellatrix.

END

Hi guys! I've decided to write a prequel for this short fanfic, as I've realized that I left some loopholes, such as the picture in Hermione's bag; if she had been the one to put it there, then she definitely would have known that she was Bellatrix's daughter...but in the story she was shocked to hear the truth! So this upcoming prequel focused on who exactly put that photo in Hermione's bag! Anyways, I hope you guys liked this story, and please review!