Tom Stark-Malfoy

//Timetravel - Eleven Years ago.//

Today was the worst day of Bellatrix's life. The healer had found out what was wrong with her, and she definitely did not like the results. Here and there, she was thrashing precious vases and priceless trinkets off of table tops and corner desks. But who could blame her for she found out that she could never birth a child in this lifetime.

She had been ill for several weeks. Her stomach had felt as though it was on fire, but she didn't take note of this for all kinds of pain had thrashed around all of her body parts. A brain-splitting migraine one day, the next a leg cramp that she could visibly witness twisting and turning under her skin for hours on end. The healers didn't know what was wrong with her for weeks until they finally figured it out.

She had been poisoned by different non-life threatening potions. But the mixture of which had corrupted some of her organs, specifically her ovaries and uterus. The healers said that whoever poisoned her was either a brilliant mastermind, or made one of the most coincidental and tremendously specific discoveries in potions ever made.

For starters, the symptoms were non-fatal and very misleading, thus distracting the healers from finding out where the problem was actually happening and whether it was actually long-term harmful. Secondly, the potions used can all be bought by a child from your neighborhood apothecary. Meaning, the buyer cannot be traced. Finally, it was discovered that all the potions mixed together had main ingredients that could not be legally bought by just anyone (unless of course, if they were already in the potion concocted.)

Therefore, it was easy to see that Bellatrix's poisoning had been no accident. And Bellatrix herself knew this, for she had read the mind of the perpetrator.

A few weeks ago, Bellatrix had noticed that there had been something very strange about Pettigrew. He was more confident, secretive, and calculating. Characteristics that she would never have put together with the brainless lion. So she read his mind and what she saw disturbed her, for inside his mind were images of her. Images of a far older her with a baby girl in her arms, stepping on the worthless fool who called her the Dark Lady.

She was elated when she saw this believing the man to be a seer, but alas he was not for there is no way for her to give birth now or in the future. Now she knew that the man was crazy. She believed that he had taken revenge for these things that she had never done, by stripping off her the chance to have that baby that always appeared with her in those images that are always at the forefront of the crazy man's head.

When she had finally stumbled upon a chance when she and the Dark Lord were alone, Bellatrix had relayed all of the suspicious actions she had witnessed Pettigrew do for the past couple weeks. But he would not listen to her, and even cast a crucio with the most disappointed eyes she had even seen him make.

She did not know why she was loosing to someone who wasn't a Death Eater and was even her junior. What she did not know, was that his soul had transmigrated from the future and the Dark Lord was making full use of what little worth Pettigrew's future memories had.

Bellatrix thought that she had lost all value in her Lord's eyes, but not long after, the time to prove herself came. On the 6th of June, Voldemort had called upon his Death Eaters to announce their new mission.

It appears that a prophesy had been made and their Lord had called upon his most obedient and battle-competent inner circle followers to make sure that this prophesy was made invalid. When Voldemort had looked through Pettigrew's mind, he had been doubtful about the sanity of the man. But when he had tested his seemingly ''trustworthy'' follower Severus for several weeks, he found out that the man kept a dangerous secret from him. Though Secerus did not keep that secret for too long, he still hadn't told the Dark Lord as soon as he learned of the prophesy.

Forgiving Severus calmly had been no easy task even if Severus swore that he was unsure of the authenticity of the prophecy that came from an incompetent woman, but he still needed eyes that could watch Dumbledore's every move. From then on, Voldemort no longer doubted the authenticity of the memories that lie in Pettigrew's brain and he made full use of it.

Voldemort pondered 'born as the seventh month dies?' Then let them never be born.

The Potter boy died but Longbottom took his place? Them let them ALL never be born. And he had commanded his servants as such. "Kill all in the wȯmb."

No one (but two) really knew why for he did not share the prophecy, but they dared not ask. The Death Eaters had set out to do their master's bidding. Some realizing that they had turned into the lowest of scum, but none dare disobey the Dark Lord's orders.

Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, Bartemius Crouch Jr., and Corban Yaxley looked at each other and came to silent agreements on the districts each were in charge of. [1]