Originally Uploaded: 25/10/18

Updated On: 03/10/19

NEW AN: This story is in the process of being rewritten/already done being rewritten, If you are reading this for a second time, expect some things to be different.

AN: This is rated M for violence, blood, adult shenanigans, etc… For a reason. Proceed at own risk

AN2: Disclaimer BS: Story mine, Harry Potter not.

Chapter I

31 October 1981

Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort approached the supposedly hidden Potter residence. They were in quiet conversation.

"Hmph, they thought a pesky little Fidelius could keep me out," Voldemort's voice drawled out. "How many years have you been with me, Bella?"

Bella answered skittishly after thinking, "Two, my Lord."

"And what of your husband, Rodolphus?" Voldemort continued.

"For the entirety of the War, maybe even before it," She said in a quiet voice, but strong voice.

"And when did you marry him? It couldn't have been too long after the War began," Voldemort asked pointedly.

Bellatrix, not knowing where this would go, replied with a hint of nervousness, "I married him during his seventh year at Hogwarts, my Lord."

At this point, they were at the gates of the house, ceasing all conversation between the Lord and his minion. He turned to her and spoke softly, "You will kill the man, and you will do it as gruesomely as you can. This will be your final test before you ascend into the ranks of my inner circle, just as your husband has. I will kill the brat, and his mother if she doesn't stay out of the way. She will make a fine prize."

Bellatrix gulped, nodded her consent, and stacked up net to the front door of the house.

Voldemort pulsed his magic before letting loose a bombarda that took down both the front door and the wall next to it, alerting the occupants of the residence.

As Bella and Voldemort rushed in, James Potter came at Bella with what appeared to be either a dagger or a kitchen knife. Where is the fool's wand? Bella thought to herself.

She took her offhand to deflect James's wrist. At the same time, she stabbed her wand into his gut and muttered a bombarda maxima. The resulting explosion shook the house and made James Potter no more. There was not a part of him left whole, and about half of him was on Bella herself. Without opening her eyes, she cast scourgify cleaning both herself and her Lord of the once Lord Potter.

Clapping caused Bella to turn around and see Voldemort with one of his smiles, if they can be called that, upon his face, "Well done, Bella, well done. That will surely give the aurors a sick stomach when they come here. Now, stay here and prevent any help from interrupting me."

With a quick "Yes, my Lord", Bella stood by the bottom of the staircase that Voldemort had just begun to climb up.

At first, there was only silence. It stayed like that until a woman's voice cried out, "Not him! Please! Take me instead! Leave my boy alone! Please! I beg of you!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Bella heard Voldemort yell in annoyance.

There was another brief pause before Bella heard Voldemort yell out again, "Sanguis Fervens!"

She winced a little on the inside. Blood Boiling curse on an infant. Overkill at the extreme. She had no more time to think on it as there was a loud explosion sound that came from the nursery upstairs.

Bella booked it up the steps and caught herself on the doorframe of the nursery. She could hardly believe her own eyes. In front of her was a little child, with a bleeding mark on his head, just sitting there muttering the word "ma ma" over and over again. In front of him was a pile of Death Eater cloaks, battered and ripped. The Potter matron was still dead, but somehow, her son had survived a curse from the Dark Lord, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, Lord Voldemort himself.

She went over to the boy, fully intent on finishing the job, but as she prepared to cast the spell, the boy looked up at her, "Ma ma?"

He blinked at her and something inside of her happened. She didn't know what she was doing but she took baby Harry and stuffed him inside of her cloak and ran from the residence.

==TLoHP==

Bella, after months of trying to conceive an heir for the Lestrange line, sat dead as her heart broke as slowly as the conversation between her husband and the mediwitch.

"I'm telling you, Lord Lestrange, there is nothing we can do. You should be glad that the Secarus Maxima didn't cleave her in two. Keep her out of duels for at least a year or two. We need to heal this as slowly as we can; otherwise, we will lose her. Bloody Hell, I'd recommend keeping her in the ward here for the duration, just to be safe, but we both know that's not going to happen now, is it?" The mediwitch berated the young Lord, "You're only seventeen and she's only twenty. Because of your tomfoolery, she will never have children. So next time you face off against the aurors, at least make sure the Order isn't there as well. I might not be able to patch her up next time."

. . .

Rodolphus rages long into that night. Plans for killing the Order member who cast the spell were made, plans for healing Bella's womb were made and tossed away as they became more and more desperate. At the end of the night, Rodolphus forbade Bella from participating in the War as a combatant. He would not lose any more of his possessions.

==TLoHP==

She entered Number 12 Grimmauld Place with orders flying from her mouth, "Kreacher! Prepare a crib and food for an infant boy!"

Her Aunt's voice came from down the hall, "Bella, dear, what's wrong?"

It may only be a painting, but any familiar voice would help right now, "Aunt Walburga, the worst has happened. The Dark Lord has been felled."

A second pause happened as the painting looked at her. Then chaos ensued, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DARK LORD HAS BEEN FELLED? THE GREATEST WIZARD SINCE MERLIN DEFEATED BY A BLOOD TRAITOR AND HIS MUDBLOOD WHORE! THE DARK LORD IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BRING THIS NATION TO ITS TRUE GLORY! HE CAN'T BE DEAD!"

After Walburga's echo quieted down, a baby's cry could be heard from the second floor.

Bella glared at the portrait, "Walburga, I need you to be quiet." She closed the curtains and covered up her aunt, preventing her from exploding again.

Bella hurried upstairs to the room Kreacher had put Harry in.

"Kreacher is sorry, Mistress Bellatrix, old Mistress scared filthy half-blo-"

He stopped talking as he got slapped by Bella, "You will not call him such names. You shall treat him as if he were a true son of the House of Black. Do you understand me?"

He nodded feverishly, "Yes, Mistress, Kreacher understands. Kreacher will now go punish himself for his failure." With that, he apparated to a different part of the house.

Bella took Harry into her arms and started rocking him slowly while singing, "Frère Jacques Frère Jacques Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines…"

By the time she finished the old lullaby, Harry had her index finger in one of her hands and was sucking the thumb of his other.

AN: Yes, I'm playing with canon. Yes, Bella is not a crazy old loon. No, this is not a Fix It! It is my own take on what would happen if Bellatrix joined the war ten years later than she should have, before she was irreversibly corrupted by Voldywart.