First chapter! Excited?
If you didn't see in the summary, this is the third installment in my Bellamort series. If you have not read the first two stories ("The Luckiest" and "Unlucky"), then I suggest you read them before continuing any further.
The majority of people wanted Lilith to be a little bit older at the start of this story, so even though I originally planned for her to be no older than half a year old, Lilith is 10 months old at this point. :) As many of you will agree, there is no reason to pad the beginning with fluff. This first chapter will be a little bit fluffy, but after that, it'll really jump right into the plot. :) And of course, this chapter will introduce the new Lupin child! :)
Enjoy!
Dark Princess Lilith Abella was not unlucky, not in any way.
In fact, Lilith had a wonderful life. She was just about perfect in every way. It was already clear that she had inherited her mother's dark beauty, with her wide dark eyes with dark thick lashes, her moonlight-pale skin, and rosy lips. Lilith, despite being less than a year old, already had a full head of thick, dark, shiny, and extremely curly hair. Anyone could tell that she was going to grow up to be a copy of her mum. She was talented, already showing signs of powerful magic, and smart, speaking her first words and taking her first steps fairly early for a ten-month-old little girl.
Lilith had just about what any little girl could possibly want. She had a big house to live in and beautiful clothes to wear. She had fun toys to play with and huge grounds to play with them on. The property on which she lived had a beach, a field with wildflowers, a pond, and a forest with a stream big enough to swim in.
Of course, Lilith was not yet old enough to do any of these things by herself, but she didn't need to worry, for she also had many people who were willing to give her all their time to help her do those things. Her cousin and godfather was very much like an uncle to her, and he was always concerned and overprotective of her. If Lilith ever needed someone to hug, Draco would be there in a flash to do it. He was completely devoted to the 10-month-old baby, and his care did not go unrewarded. Just two weeks ago, Lilith's had spoken her very first word: "Draco."
Lilith's other cousin, Tonks was also great fun. If Tonks couldn't make her laugh, then nobody could. Tonks, however, had Metamorphagus abilities on her side. She could change her appearance at will, including switching out her features for animals'.
Perhaps Lilith's best friend in the world was Tonks' son, Teddy Remus Lupin. Less than a month apart in age, these two did everything together. When he realized that Lilith could not yet stand on her own, Teddy refused to do so himself until she learned how. They had taken their very first steps together, hand in hand, and Tonks was dismayed when she found out that she missed it, for at that moment she had been giving birth to her second child.
The new baby was adorable. Tonks' and Remus' new child had inherited Tonks' Metamorphagus powers as Teddy had. Just like the Lupins' son, Andrea Isadora Lupin's eyes and hair had changed color at least five times in her first moments of life. Although Andrea was only one month old, and pretty much unable to do anything other than cry, eat, and sleep, but Lilith had immediately fallen head over heels in love with her youngest second cousin. Andrea seemed to return the affection. She would cease to cry whenever she spotted Lilith.
So far, from the description of Lilith's relatives, she had a fairly normal family for a young witch. However, this could not be more misleading. Why? Because she was incredibly rich and fortunate? No. Because even though she was absolutely perfect, she had no brothers or sisters to call her own? Not at all. Because she was best friends with a boy whose godfather was the sworn worst enemy of her own godfather? Not quite. Lilith's family was abnormal because her parents happened to be the most powerful wizard and witch in the entire world, the world that they soon hoped to call their own. From the moment Lilith was born, she had been thrown into the beautiful world of magic and mystery: the Dark Arts. That's right, Lilith's father was the Dark Lord himself, Lord Voldemort, a man so powerful that nearly every man and woman were afraid to speak his name, even his most loyal followers. And yet, even with the cold hard shell that he had created for himself, Voldemort had a soft spot for his daughter, despite the fact that he originally had wanted a son. In his eyes, she could do nothing wrong, and although not even his own wife had heard him ever say that he loved his baby girl, it was evident to those close to him that he cared for her, possibly very deeply. Voldemort did not interact with Lilith in the same way that the rest of the family did. Yes, he spent time with her, but he seldom spoke to her, and he never played with her. In fact, Voldemort was with Lilith mostly when she was sleeping. He liked to watch her as she was peaceful, and it seemed that he liked to reflect in these moments. Still, in rare moments, one could catch the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly as she waved her hands, or tried to walk, or babbled out a long string of baby-nonsense. But the Dark Lord was certainly not famous for smiling, and did not tend to do so except for when he got his way, or found something amusing. No, Voldemort saved his real smiles, smiles for when he was truly happy for two people, Lilith and his wife.
The Dark Lady. Nearly as powerful as Lord Voldemort himself, greatly respected by Death Eaters, and greatly feared by the "Light Side." Once beautiful and dangerous, and then ruined by Azkaban, only to be risen to a new level of beauty and power by Voldemort himself, the Dark Lady was both mysterious and intimidating, and her soft side was reserved for a select few. And who was the Dark Lady? Well, that would be Lady Bellatrix nee Black. Me.
I prided myself as Lilith's main mentor, at least for now. Voldemort will most likely give her most of her magical education, but I taught Lilith to do all the basics. I spoke to her very often, and quite frequently about Draco, I might add, so the word was certainly very familiar to her when it issued itself from her lips for the first time. Soon after, I taught her "mother" and "father," although they sounded more like "muddah" and "faddah" at first, as well as "Teddy" ("Eddeh") and surprisingly, "pureblood," quite accidentally, in fact, though I was extremely pleased nonetheless.
I helped her stand for the first time, and Teddy and Lilith took their first steps right into my own arms. Soon, I hope they will be walking on their own (or hand in hand, but same idea), and I will definitely be there to scoop Lilith up into my arms immediately afterwards, Tonks doing the same with Teddy beside me.
I had never cared so deeply for any person in my life, except perhaps the Dark Lord, but that was an entirely different feeling. Lilith was my daughter, and I loved her with every bit of my heart, and sometimes that was scary to think about. Maybe Lilith needed me to eat, to get into her crib, to change her diapers, and help her through every day, but in reality, I was completely dependent on Lilith. And however scary that thought was, I was thrilled.
Of course, Voldemort and I still had to track down the remaining two Deathly Hallows in about a year, as the prophecy stated, or we could very well lose the war in the wizarding world. But one year was plenty of time, and we had some leads. We wouldn't allow such worries to spoil the best time of our lives.
Yes, as luck would have it, Lilith, Voldemort, and I were completely happy. But as luck would have it, life moves fast, and good fortune doesn't always last.
Oooooooh. Scared. Yes, I do realize that this was mainly a recap without even an ounce of dialogue, but you have been introduced to Andrea :) Besides, I didn't want to jump right into the action of the story. You'll see. The next chapter is EXTREMELY high action :O
I hope you're already interested in the new story :) If you review, I promise a quick update :)