Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange offers her female services to Voldemort. 9 months later, Bellatrix gives birth to Voldemort’s child and Harry intercepts before Voldemort can hold his spawn. Harry makes it back to Number 12, Grimmauld Place where Sirius, James, and Lily are living again; and he names the child. Look inside to learn of my insanity! Nothing dirty except Harry covered dust!

“Lord, if it would please you, I offer my services. My available womb, for example, my Lord.” Bellatrix said quietly, her eyes on the floor, bowing to Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled his cold, evil smile and spoke in his cold, high voice, “Yes, Bellatrix. I find those offers to my liking. Tonight, come back here at ten-oh-clock exactly. I will not except your offer if you are even a second late.”

Voldemort smiled, knowing that now he would very likely have a successful heir. One that would be very useful to help him kill Harry Potter. Hopefully a son.

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“Harry! Harry! Are you all right?!” Hermione yelled as Harry gripped his knuckles tightly, his scar bright-shining red, closed his eyes and passed out cold. He would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for Hermione’s quick thinking.

Snape and Slughorn were talking heatedly when they turned around, both eyes met Harry bright, crimson-red scar. And, for once, Snape was proven deeply wrong. Harry wasn’t doing this for attention, his scar was forcing him to know about Voldemort’s current conversation.

Slughorn yelled, “Harry! You alright, lad!?” Ron was lifting Harry’s arm around shoulders and Hermione the same and they, with Snape and Slughorn at their heels, ran as fast as they could to Dumbledore’s office. The Gargoyle knew Harry so well that he sprang aside the moment he caught sight of the sixteen year old.

Dumbledore’s eyes widened when he saw them and leapt from his desk to Harry the moment he was sat down. Dumbledore shook Harry awake and spoke urgently, “Harry, what did you see? What was Voldemort doing? Wake up, son!”

Harry was half-awake, scared and speaking in…Parseltongue? “No Harry, in English! We don’t understand Parseltongue!”

Harry quickly understood and began speaking in English with Parseltongue in it. “Voldemort and Lestrange sayed..” Harry spoke in Parseltongue then went abruptly back to English, glancing at Slughorn, “Services…A baby…ten-oh-clock….spawn…..Bellatrix…” He spoke vehemently in Parseltongue leaning at Dumbledore eyes wide with fear.

Harry’s mouth snapped shut abruptly, he had glanced at Snape and Dumbledore immediately saw the problem: he still didn’t trust Severus. “Harry, you can trust Snape. Tell us what you saw.”

Harry wanted to disagree, but before he could stop himself, just looking at Dumbledore’s kind face coaxed him to speak in a very fast tone. “Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange made an agreement to have a baby, Voldemort’s heir. He wants it to kill me when it gets old enough. A boy, he wants.”

Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, Slughorn, and Snape had gone pale. “Did you see where they were, Harry?” Dumbledore leaned closer to Harry, his face was palest. Harry nodded, “The Department of Mysteries, The Ministry of Magic.” Dumbledore said, “How did they get in there?”

Harry shook his head, and Harry did something that scared the life out of everyone in the room. He turned over his wrist, and, singed on the back of it was a bleeding, red, newly burnt Dark Mark. A snake came out from under his clothes and slithered around his wrist. Harry passed out cold.

“Holy Hell,” Snape whispered, holding Harry’s wrist.