It was fated, perhaps, that Bellatrix was always going to be one to take risks. She took risks in almost everything, food, dress, behavior, maybe the one thing she hadn't was her choice of husband in Rodolphus, an approved match for a Black such as she was. It wasn't a love match, no, but together they were amiable at least, sharing a joy in their work together for their Lord, eradicating the filth from the world. After all, all relationships needed some sort of foundation right?

Yes, it wasn't a love match (like silly little Cissy's) but it was far better than many arranged matches, their temperaments being exceedingly similar and therefore, relatable in their shared madness. It was the flame of risk and insanity that drove them to this point though, Bellatrix heavily pregnant and caught in a firefight with her fellow inner circle taking down a family of blood traitors.

Now, in any good story, there is a nexus point, where the possibilities could be endless, but no matter what happens, they are irrevocably changed. In this first month on the third day of the year 1987 was Bellatrix Lestrange's nexus point. In most commonly referred to universes, in a fit of poor judgment and underestimation of her opponents Bellatrix would be hit with several spells that would kill her unborn and long awaited child, thus causing both her and Rodolphus to lose that last bit of humanity buried deep down, the part of themselves touched by the purity of new life. It would be a feared day, mostly notable for the almost complete decimation of the Bones family with extreme prejudice. For no one who lived through that day would dare breath a word of the true events that took place for lingering fear of the two most ruthless Death Eaters they had ever witnessed.

In this universe however, by pure chance Bellatrix was standing 3 extra feet back from where she would have been. This seemingly small change made all of the difference though, allowing the extra space for these spells to accidentally merge before they hit her, and combined, they did not kill her child, just sent her into an early labor. Her panicked shout and subsequent collapse to the ground was instead the motivation needed to spur the Death Eaters into what had always been fated to be a gruesome bloodbath.

It was over within fifteen minutes, which then allowed both Rodolphus and Rabastan to rush her to the Lestrange Estate where their House Elf's diligently took over the duty of helping her through the beginning stages of labor while Narcissa Floo'ed in, bringing with her a family approved Healer.

The labor did not take long, whatever spells she had been hit with speeding up the process considerably, and far more painfully. Her screams echoed throughout the manor, bringing fear to even the most hardened Death Eater waiting for news on the newest Lestrange. It was only 3 hours later that a House Elf appeared bearing tidings that both mother and baby yet lived. A collective breath was almost audibly let out, all were happy that the outcome was good, and only marginally because they worried for the family, they were far more scared of the fallout should the child not have lived.

Rodolphus and Rabastan hurried into the room to see Bellatrix and the child, greeted with the sight of bloody sheets and a squalling infant in the arms of a deathly pale mother.

"A girl." She said by way of greeting, her voice tired and pained as she passed over the bundle and promptly falling asleep. The men looked at the little bundle cradled in Rodolphus's arms in awe, taking in the smushed red features capped by inky black hair like they had never seen the like.

Typically, boys were preferred over girls to carry on the name, particularly in the elite circles the Lestranges were privy to. However, it had taken them so long to finally conceive, and with Bellatrix at 36, it was almost a given that there would be no more children.

"Did she give her a name?" Rodolphus rasped out looking to Narcissa who was sitting by her sisters side, the healer having left after both Bella and the child were stable.

"She gave the name Regina." She answered with a faint smile, taking in the family scene. It was gruesome in picture. No one had changed out of their bloodstained garb, and Bella was as pale as a corpse, not moving but for the tiny rise and fall of her chest. It was the feeling that made her smile as she wistfully imagined the day when she two would bring a child into the world.

"My beautiful Queen, a fitting name." He approved as he passed her to his brother who held her with an awkward enthusiasm. He had never married, and while they were not Seers, it remained unlikely he ever would, Regina would be his child in heart and not just his niece, of this Rodolphus was sure.

"We were fortunate, brother, that those curses did not do worse." Rabastan also had a way with ruining the moment.

"As far as the Healer could tell, they both are fine physically speaking, if not a little worse for wear." Narcissa informed the brothers, "But there may have been residual effects…" she continued before trailing off causing the brothers to immediately begin to worry.

"Well? What?" Rodolphus barked, eyeing his wife and lightly tracing the delicate features of his daughter, looking for abnormalities, causing the sleeping infant to come into wakefulness with a small squeaky yawn that practically melted the heart of anyone who had witnessed it. Her nosed scrunched up a bit, as if she were deciding if she should cry or not, luckily for the men an innate sense of curiosity stayed her wails as her eyes cracked open.

"Her eyes!" Rabastan gasped as Rodolphus fought not to drop her in shock. Looking sightlessly up at them was not the pure blue of a newborn, but rather a violet hue that they had never seen on a human before.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Rodolphus demanded, glaring at Narcissa who sat facing him with a calm only year of etiquette training could provide.

"We don't know." And they did not, no one knew what curses had hit Bella, or even what the effects to her and the child would be. They didn't know if this was the only product of it, and they didn't know what (if anything) would be wrong with Bella or Regina in the coming years. A sense of fear then wormed its way into their hearts as Regina started to quietly fuss in his hold.

"She will be alright." Came Bellatrix's voice from the bed as she tiredly held out her arms, having woken from Regina's whimpers, "she's strong just like mummy, aren't you?" her voice adopting a cutesy tone completely at odds with her deathly pallor and bloodied battle robes.

"I suppose you're right, dear." Rodolphus tentatively agreed, still trying to understand just how his daughter had truly violet eyes.

"Of course I'm right! Regina will do great things, you mark my words!"

Plot Bunny that bit me in the ass and wouldn't let go. I actually have a fair amount of this planned out in advance (unlike my other story hehe) I CAN'T STOP DOING OC's! Please let me know what you think! I really wanted to do a HP fic and explore magic in much further detail then J.K. ever did in the book and I wanted to play with the characters and make them FAR less one-dimensional. This also may have to do with my recent D&D addiction and wanting to play with the personality spectrum you can find there... hehe...

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