You Raise Me Up

I rather enjoy this alternative side to Bellatrix. She is truly repentant, here. When her comrades turned on her, she realized how futile and fleeting the old ways were, and she's changing for the better. DOn't worry, Mione will help her sort out who the big bad daddy is.

And there will be more smut soon. Not right now....but soon. Until then, sit back and enjoy plot...without porn.
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Bellatrix sat silently in the bath, mulling over her predicament in the hot water. She was going to be someone’s mother, and it scared the hell out of her. And on top of that lovely mess of greatness, she had no idea who the father was. There were two windows of opportunity that some vile man had taken. Either it was one of her…comrades, or she had been taken by one of those blasted Aurors. If it was the latter, she would make damned sure those mongrels paid for their transgression.

She sank deeper into the steaming water, her chin dipping just below the surface. She had never considered motherhood an option. She had never wanted to be a mother. Now it was being forced on her. And these horrible feelings going along with it. She had always hated throwing up…and now she was doing it on a daily basis. She felt angry most of the time, and when she wasn’t angry she was falling asleep standing up.

“I hate men.” She said angrily, and stood from the bath, the water sliding down her muscled body. She stepped form the tub, and made sloppy footprints toward the mirror. She looked into the mirror, judging herself. She was tall, with lean, but feminine muscles. Rodolphus had once said she was like an Amazon warrior. She smiled. She then poked her tummy.

“Are you in there? You’re already causing me all sorts of trouble…and to top it all off you’re eventually going to make me look like a cow…” she said. “I hope you’re happy.” She growled, grabbing a towel and drying herself off. She shuffled into her room tiredly, and tossed some pajamas on. She slipped her feet into some fuzzy, gods-awful monstrosities that Narcissa had gotten her, and shuffled out in the hallway.

Draco stumbled down the hallway, his face twisted in pain. Bellatrix stopped him.

“Draco? What’s wrong, boy?” she asked.

“Father…he’s never hit me that hard…” he winced. He lifted the back of his shirt, and leaned around to survey the damage. Bellatrix’s eyes widened slightly when she caught sight of the angry purple stripes peaking over the top of his pants.
“Why in the world would he do that?” she asked, guiding the squirming boy into her rooms. “On the bed, boy, and out the story.” She said, and watched as he lay down gingerly on his stomach.

“Father and mother…ow…walked in on Hermione and I snogging in her room.” He said. “Father lost his cool…and thrashed me…he’s never done it out of anger before, Aunt Bella.” He said, and gave a soft whimper. Bellatrix reached out and smoothed her nephew’s hair. So he was falling for the little Muggleborn. She had to admit she’d seen worse couples… “And I think he’s gone to yell at her. Please, Aunt…will you go and see if she’s okay? I’m afraid he’ll frighten her. If she calls for Potter it’s over…” he said. Bellatrix sighed, but nodded.

“Rest here, nephew. I’ll go talk to that thick-skulled father of yours.” She said, and walked out of the room.

She could hear Lucius ranting as soon as she went into the hall. She rolled her eyes, and headed towards Hermione’s room. She pushed opened the door, and frowned. Hermione was huddled in a corner, with Lucius standing over her, yelling obscenities.

“You dare seduce my son!” he cried. Bellatrix tapped him on the shoulder. “Go away, Narcissa.” He hissed.

“Not Narcissa. Not going away.” She said. He turned towards her.

“Go away, Bellatrix!” he said angrily.

“Listen to me, you stupid dolt! You’re scaring the hell out of the poor girl. And you know what? If she calls Potter you're fucked. Fucked up the arse with no lube.... The Minister will revoke our sentences and we’ll be kissing Dementors before you can say ‘pureblood.’” She said. “So what if she and Draco were kissing?” she asked. His eyes widened in shock. Bellatrix was on the little mudblood’s side? “I’ve seen plenty of worse couples. You’d do well to think about the position you’re in before you start howling your feelings at the girl, or thrashing Draco like that. He isn’t under house arrest, or arrest at all, and he could report you very easily.” She hissed back. She reached down and pulled Hermione up from her place on the floor, and pulled her close. She then led the trembling girl out of the room. At the door, she paused, and turned around to face Lucius again.

“Think about my words, brother, or you could face a fate worse than death.” She said, and then continued down the hallway, back to her room.

Lucius was left stunned. Bellatrix had just sided with Hermione. The world must be about to end…

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Hermione clung to Bellatrix. “He scared me. I thought he was going to hurt me…I heard him stripe Draco…oh the sound...Draco never said a word...we were just kissing…” she said, breaking down to tears. Bellatrix ushered the trembling witch into her rooms. She saw Draco on the bed, and rushed to his side.

“Fluffums!” Draco cried, smiling as she grasped his hand. Bellatrix rolled her eyes. She hated pet names with a passion. She had threatened Rodolphus’ masculinity once when he had called her ‘Trixie.’ Hermione kissed his cheek.

“I’m so sorry! I never meant to get you in trouble!” she said. She gently scratched the back of his neck. Bellatrix sighed.

“Helloooo? Miss Granger, there is a magi-mattress under my bed. Why don’t you pull that out and sleep in here tonight? We can have a good old-fashioned sleep over…you don’t get to braid my hair, however.” She said, faking joy. Hermione smiled.

“What about me?” Draco asked meekly.

“You’re not dead. Go sleep in your own room.” She said. Draco gave a mock sob.

“I’m being kicked out…how sad..” he said, gingerly rolling off of the bed. “Thanks, Aunt Bella. Take good care of her…” he said, and shuffled out of the room. Hermione reached under the bed, and pulled out the magi-mattress. It was a cloth mattress filled magically and charmed to sleep like a real bed. It was already covered with sheets and a blanket.

“Where did this come from?” Hermione asked.

Bellatrix shrugged. “Dunno. I guess Narcissa put it in here. I’m not going to ask, that woman is crazy.” She said, and climbed onto her own bed, kicking off her slippers. Hermione lay down on the fluffy mattress.
Bellatrix leaned over the side of her bed, and looked down at the curly-headed witch.

“Soooo…whatcha wanna talk about?”

Hermione looked up at the witch above her, studying her. She had tanned skin, very much in contrast to her sister’s creamy complexion. Her hair was thick, but glossy, and was graced with tight curls. It was black in color, with one slender streak of grey. Her eyebrows were thick, but shapely, and her face had filled out in her absence from Azkaban. She had full, bow-shaped lips, and her dark eyes were almond-shaped and lined with thick eyelashes. The pureblood was hauntingly beautiful, if not dangerously gorgeous.

“I dunno. Why don’t you tell me how you feel about today?” Hermione replied. Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

“Very well, Dr. Granger. I feel extremely angry. Betrayed. Confused. I’m angry that I had no say in this. This is the rest of my life, and the beginning of someone else’s. I feel betrayed that my comrades would have possibly done something like this. The beating was surprise enough…I feel confused because there are possibly sixteen choices of who the father could be. And I’ll be fucked if this isn’t the most horrible I’ve ever felt in my life.” She said. Hermione noticed that when she was frustrated, her brows furrowed slightly, causing her brow to wrinkle.

“Well…I suppose that’s normal. I think your first course of action should be to find out who the father is. Have you ever heard of magical subconscious record?” Hermione asked.

“Of course I- no…not really…what is it?” Bellatrix asked.

“It’s a magical person’s way of internally remembering things while they are unconscious. It usually kicks in when the witch or wizard is knocked unconscious. I read about it in a book.” Hermione said, smiling.

“What haven’t you read in a book?” Bellatrix asked. “You know what? This isn’t so bad. You’re not as annoying as I remember…” she said, and gave a small smile. “You’re very smart….er…and I think…that…you and Draco….would make a really nice couple…” she said, a flush appearing at the tops of her cheeks.

“That means a lot to me…thank you, Bellatrix.” She said, clearly surprised. “If you don’t mind now, I’m very tired, and need to rest up for tomorrow’s lesson. We’re continuing our study of electricity.” She said.

“Oh goody.” Came the sarcastic reply.

“Goodnight, Bellatrix.” Hermione said, a faux sternness in her voice.

“Good night….fluffums.”
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Aww...sweet Bella. Don't worry, her hormones will kick back in soon enough.

LadyBlueEyes - I don't think I've ever seen a Snape/Bellatrix pairing...although it would be interesting...they are both dark and broody...I'll keep it in mind, although Draco/Hermione is always at the front of my mind...