#oh delphini

[motherfuckingmaneater]

What was it like introducing your illegitimate half blood daughter to your parents?

"Illegitimate half-blood daughter???

Who by Salazar's grace do you think you are speaking to? My daughter is the heiress of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black and she carries within her some of the purest, most divine, noble blood in this world including that of Gaunt blood dating back to Salazar Slytherin himself.

Furthermore, she is not illegitimate. Though Lord Voldemort may not be my husband - and for good reason, he is far too powerful to be tied down with such nonsensical and mortal ties, our child is very much legitimate. Our family's crown matriarch - perhaps you've heard of her? Walburga Black - made sure of it.

My parents - daddy particularly - adore their granddaughter and have from the moment they laid eyes on her. Lord Voldemort is the most powerful wizard alive and I am as pure as a Black can get, our daughter is no 'illegitimate half-blood'. Vile, filthy little creature speaking such slander against my darling girl. How dare you suggest such a treasonous thing against your Dark Lord's heiress."

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Your family is so messed up, evil, murderous. Why the need to be so dark?

Oh darling, it doesn't get any darker than Black.

[mauveberries]

fem harry/voldemort fic where harry’s a part-time babysitter and voldemort is minister riddle and an old widower (his past wife was bellatrix)

so one summer, harry’s suddenly called to babysit the minister’s daughter, delphini. little does she know, delphini is a huuuge troublemaker and an absolute demon child (black genes… and well—) but harry ends up being the only person she’s nice to. harry doesn’t know this yet.

when voldemort comes home, he’s surprised that delphini’s actually asleep and that the house is quiet for once. no screaming, no weeping, no bargaining and no bloodshed.

when he comments this to harry, she's like 'oh, but delphi's such an angel, the way you're so shocked, it seems like people have died trying to babysit her.'

when voldemort doesn't reply and just stares at her, shes like 'it was a joke. im joking. it's just a joke, right?.... RIGHT?' *cough* peter pettigrew *cough*

so when harry moves to leave, voldemort offers her extra money so that she could continue working for him.

puzzled, harry agrees. the months go by, and nothing goes awry. the peace lasts until voldemort has to go to another country for business for several months and he has to take delphini with him. that's when delphi throws a massive fit. as in, a Massive fit about leaving harry. there's blood and everything.

and so oh, no... harry has to go along too. how sad

[metalomagnetic]

1) Would you ever write another Snack? Turmoil is one of my favourite fics of all time and you get Severus’ internal monologue so perfectly!

and 2) What do you think happens after the events of Turmoil? Do Sirius and Severus get their happy ending?

Lots of love, always ❤️

I don't know if I will write another Snack, but I would like to! They are both such interesting characters, foils to each other.

Oh, I have so many thoughts about Turmoil universe! There are three possible endings.

The most likely, is canon-like. They work with Dumbledore, pretending to be on Voldemort's side, and they win. But this means Severus dies as he did in canon, because he would still be the one to kill Albus, and thus make Voldemort think he owns the elder wand. Sirius would never recover from it.

Or, by a miracle, Severus ends up surviving somehow- I would like that the best. They can finally be free, and Sirius would adopt Delphini, why not, since he would know about her as he is pretending to be on Voldemort's side. But I don't know how Sirius would ever forgive Severus for agreeing to 'sacrifice' Harry at Albus' orders. (Severus doesn't know Dumbledore means for Harry to survive, that there are the Deathly Hallows at play here. He has no idea about that, so when he gives Harry the order to die, he genuinely believes Harry will die, and I don't think Sirius would ever forgive this).

There's also the possibility Sirius finds out about Harry being a Horcrux now, from what Dumbledore tells Severus in his last year of life. Because Severus is now with Sirius, he cannot make himself sacrifice Harry, because he knows Sirius would lose it. So, in this case, they'd make the horrible choice to save Harry, by telling Voldemort Harry is a Horcrux.

Thus Harry is taken prisoner, but unharmed, kept safe, given to Sirius and Severus to protect.

Voldemort wins the war. However, even if this is tragic news for the world at large, and neither Severus nor Sirius are too happy about it (what with V killing Lily and James) they do have each other now, and they do have Harry, and the knowledge they are protecting the only thing left of Lily/James. They are high ranking Death Eaters, the most treasured, since they told Voldemort about Harry (neither are stupid enough to say he's a Horcrux or that they are aware what Horcruxes are, they just drop plenty of hints that Voldemort realises on his own, finally) so the world is at their feet. They enjoy all the privileges and the new world would respect them.

Harry, however, is not happy- he's a prisoner, even if a very comfortable and treasured prisoner, and most of the people he loves died, while he's made to live under Sirius and Severus supervision whom he obviously hates. At best, Sirius could persuade Voldemort to spare some of Harry's friends, maybe Ron, maybe even Hermione, to make his Horcrux 'happy', but that's a best case scenario.

So, pick the ending you like best! They all have some bad parts, but I would chose the one where they work with Dumbledore and make the world a better place for Harry, and Severus survives. Maybe, eventually, they can reconnect, even if Sirius will never truly forgive Severus for telling Harry Dumbledore wanted him to lay down his life. Perhaps Harry would convince Sirius that he doesn't mind, that he forgives and respects Severus. It's the most hopeful ending of all. Plus, it has Delphini in it, and everyone knows I love that girl, and especially would love her raised by Sirius.

[mrsnerdygirl]

Did Voldemort and Bellatrix plan Delphini ?

I am about 80% sure that Delphini was unplanned , and here is why :

1. I don’t think that Bellatrix was mom material . I mean if she wanted children she would have had them , though that isn’t really a strong point because she maybe just wanted kids with Voldemort and not Rodolphus . The thing is , I feel like during her service as a death eater , she had little time to think about creating a family , and taking care of children . That is actually one of the reasons why women wouldn’t become Death Eaters . All of Voldemort’s followers are Pureblood , and all Purebloods ( mostly at least ) , are with “the old lifestyle “.

2. Lord Voldemort didn’t like children . In the chapter in Deathly Hallows , where we go back to 31st October , 1981 , he says he hated children when a kid comes up to him , to tell him how much he liked Voldemort’s “costume”.

3. Voldemort didn’t need an heir momentarily .

The dark lord didn’t know about the fact that his Horcruxes were getting destroyed , which means that he was sure , he would live for a VERY long time . According to Google , she was born early March 1998 , so if my calculations are correct she was conceived in June of 1997 (god , this is so crazy) , which means that Harry hadn’t even begun destroying Horcruxes just yet (Oh and it was probably sometime before or after Dumbledore’s death so yeah , thought of traumatizing you as well.. )

But there are some reasons that make me believe that she was planned (though not strong) ;

1. In the chapter where Narcissa and Bellatrix go to Snape’s house , she accuses Snape of not being loyal, and tells him how she thinks that he had many opportunities to kill the boy , but he didn’t and blah , blah . Snape answers with : “Why haven’t you said these to the Dark Lord himself” , and Bella says (well not really , but practically) , that they aren’t on speaking terms . So , what if she suggested for them to have a kid , and he just didn’t want to , which led to them not speaking .

2. Voldemort was terrified of death , so what if he started to grow tired and realized that he would have to die at one point , which means that he would need to continue his legacy somehow . Of course the most obvious answer would be have a baby , and raise it right , and who else would he have a child with beside Bella of course .

Something that might support this theory somehow , is a scene in “The Cursed Child” , in which Albus and Scorpius travel to a universe where Voldemort is in full power , and Delphini is minister . This makes sense because, during the second war , Voldemort had to imperio someone to have as a minister , because he didn’t trust anyone enough . But his daughter on the other hand , he had raised himself , and he could trust (somehow) .

3. Point three , and in my opinion the most obvious one , how could two powerful wizards , fail to protect themselves during sex .

Now nothing is for sure ,I personally, feel like her being unplanned makes more sense , but that point three about her being planned , really shuts my mouth .

[crucioslut]

Delphini hears her auntie screeching behind her. Yelling something or another about ‘accidental magic’ - or maybe it was ‘not so accidental magic’...

Not that any of that mattered. 

Mummy was finally home. Delphini had practically catapulted into her arms the second the witch crossed the wards, all too eager to escape Auntie Cissy’s scolding. 

“She’s going to hurt someone, Bella.” Narcissa seemed exacerbated. Delphini really didn’t care.  She shakes her head against her mama’s shoulders, pulling back in her arms to look up at her witch with wide innocent eyes. 

“I’d never hurt you or daddy, mummy, never ever.” She swears, tiny hands playing with her mummy’s curls. “And not ‘gini either! I promise!”

"Oh, of course you wouldn't my little dove." Bellatrix happily took the affection of her young following a long, grueling journey back to Malfoy Manor. For as evident as the exhaustion was by her appearance, heavy eye bags and cracked lips showcased only a trace amount of just how much this mission had taken out of her. How luxurious the idea of a hot bath and long nap sounded. All in good time. Bella's work was far from over, and soon the Dark Lord would call upon her again, no doubt. She wouldn't change it for the world. This perpetual, constant cycle of being hyped on adrenaline and the crashes that came subsequent was what she lived for. Bella was seldom too tired for her child. Delphini, the living, breathing proof of the passion Lord Voldemort had for her. Upon reaching the front foyer of the manor, the witch collapsed to her knees and caught Delphini in her arms greeting her with a tight squeeze as if it could be the last time she would hold her. Purpled eyelids fluttered shut burrowing further into the embrace. "What have you done now? Have you been a naughty girl for your aunt Cissy?" Bella's tone was playfully accusatory as she pulled back to look at her tiny spawn with madness still swimming in her coal eyes. Narcissa, who stood close by and couldn't help but to find the beauty in the scene before her softened. "If you insist on teaching her more advanced magic at such a young age, it's then of course vital that you also teach her how to control it, wouldn't you agree?" "And why should I? She's brilliant, Cissy. She should be able to do exactly as she wishes without limitations." Bellatrix snickered at that, standing Delphini an arm's length away from her. "Let's have a look at you." Bella's thin hands moved stray curls that had fallen from a rather sophisticated updo. "Your hair looks very pretty. Did Cissy do that for you?" Then the witch was up on her feet, pulling her daughter by her small hand and throwing her free arm theatrically around her sister. "Oh Cissy.. You've done it. You've got her looking just like you, it's terrifying." Although her words delivered with shards of glass, the embrace was as warm and as genuine as they came. A big kiss was placed on Narcissa's cheek leaving behind faded lipstick in its wake, heels clicking against polished floors. Bellatrix was on the move again. "Well? Here I am. I'm just wondering where in the bloody hell my tea is. Hello? Yooohooo... ELF?!"

[sommerregenjuniluft]

ok i'm back!! lune. lune oh my god your JP vision is everything to me, i can see him so clearly and i LOVE the fleamont/treasure/estate situation

i have additional questions: does he also have a fun name for the estate the way john b calls his house the chateau? who's who in the friend group bc me personally i can absolutely see sirius as jj and remus as pope and lily could be kinda like kiera (mainly in that like,, fiery and independent vibe she has) and i feel like for peter you'd have to kinda play around with some characters but i can totally see them as the pogues.....

and then regulus as sarah.... yeah..... please elaborate on the fucked up mentor/mentee relationship with riddle also please and thank you

miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllll<3333 that makes me so happy to hear T^T

hhmmmm i havent thought about it, maybe we can come up with something! i love having little easter eggs that relate to something in canon. idk if hogwarts would be too on the nose HAHSAHA but i mean. it is an old, big house that kinda looks like a castle...... sjfds idk i'd love to brainstorm with u. and yes mil you read my mind. that's what i thought too regarding the friendship roles/gang composition. though i think it's fun to mix the backgrounds/family situations/relations to the treasure around a bit. i'd want lily to be the book smart one, the one with the scholarship opportunity and also i think i'd want her to be the one related to denmark tanny (or whatever the name will be in the au). but i want her to have had the kook year that kiara had, lily alone in the nest of the snakes. and possible give her something close to jj's family situation. or like, an apathetic parent perhaps. remus can have the poor but loving family that pope has, with lyall and hope<3 i dunno what else he has going on besides that for now, possible something disability wise? terminal illness.....the gears r turning. sirius is a mix and match again. in this au both sirius and regulus are orphans, lets say their parents died when they were pretty small, then it was their grandparents and at last alphard but it didnt take long then for regulus to get swooped up by tom (i'll get to that in a minute.) so sirius is living with alphard and he kind of has the relationship with him that kie has with her parents, sorta abusing his position in a relatively wealthy home and using up all of his resources for his family, his friends (here his inner jj swings with as well, he's so boundlessly loyal). now coming to reg. riddle is a big shot kook obviously, filthy rich but from rags to riches type beat like ward. and his thing is that every like 5 to 10 years he adopts kids and like sponsors them sort of? like a sick twisted version of carlyall from twilight. i'd imagine maybe he started out with an ophaned niece and nephew or maybe or distant cousins and then just. kept going because he craved the company and liked playing the role. sometimes it's more but mostly he adopts two at a time, a boy and a girl. cue, barty and regulus as rafe and sarah versions. now what i'm about to say next is a bit fucked up so feel free to dip jdhgks. when they're 14/15 barty and and reg have this weird little pseudo incest thing going on where they're dating sort of. or not directly in a romantic and sexual sense but it's wildly different from regular platonic and familial. and it's all a bit bananas since they have the same father figure yknow. so they live with riddle, they have dorms at his estate. but evan is also sort of in the picture. (kind of filling the spot where the topper character leaves a whole). and evan is,, idk probably in love with both of them. which is, again, twisted and weird and bananas. since theyre. adoptive siblings on paper. skjgjsd anywho! i'm still not sure what to do about wheaze and rose. i considered bellatrix and delphini (that affair child bella had with tom) but i could never make her barty's adoptive mom. she'd just encourage his psycho ass and then the plot would crumble in over my head. at this point i also wanna take whoever is reading this by the cheeks, look u deep in the eyes and remind you of the little rafe x kie (bartylily) crumbs we'd get when exploring the s3 plotline :3 oh! oh!! also dorcas as cleo. hot sexy badass, french/jamaican accent having goddess of a young women that lily pathetically immediately falls for. it's just a big ol' OH moment where lily is like. yo i'm into girls?!?!!!!! i've pondered for a long minute what to do with the pope x kie romance plotline and i think i'd wanna make it a mutual comphet thing. remus is pissed at sirius for rejecting him after they have an almost kiss after dancing around each other for so long and then lily is there so he takes the out.

((lmao tumblr told me i need a paragraph here, i really been yapping too much already))

and sirius can't say shit because he's the one that bailed on remus, so remus lets him suffer (and also punishes himself for advancing on him in the first place). and for lily it's just that it takes her a minute to understand that the reason she can't choose between her boys is not that she's an indecisive slut but that she really does love her boys all the same amount, just not in a romantic way. cue dorcas strutting in with her knife wielding skill and her criminally sexy little belly button piercing and her braids and. yeah,,,,.

i'm also thinking latino james possibly, lily being mixed ghanaian (1) (2) (3), cambodian black siblings, and remus can be the token causasian lmao. barty as well and evan will always be some kind of blasian to me.

okay before i come to an end i wanna talk about trans fem reg for a second though. i've been browsing the net and reading about mtf transitioning a bit to portay regulus accurately and give a good enough representation. in my mind regulus, in this au, noticed that she's different pretty early on. and what with having sirius and it being a very modern, 21 century au, her transition began rather early. medically it's typically recommended to start with testo-blockers around 15 and added estrogen at 16. and that's exactly what regulus does. like always, when taking hormones there's gonna be some side effects, unfortunately. thrombosis risk increases, your libido decreases and you're probably gonna be tired and exhausted a lot and also more emotional and sensitive, have a shorter fuse. regulus does a lot of biking and swimming in her free time against the thrombosis, preferably in their long pool at the riddle estate but when she's feeling good enough about her body she does like to take out the boat with barty and evan and beat them in a swimming race. she's nap queen, she's sleeping everywhere, all the time and when her and james start getting together he calls her sleepyhead all the time and in the most affectionate tone and it sorta just keeps being the main pet name he has for her. also the low libido/possible body dismorphia go very hand in hand with the sarah arc where she's unsure about having sex for the first time. all in all regulus is pretty snappy and thin skinned, emotinal. but it makes her passionate and compassionate especially, which james loves and adores. all of it. yknow how in s2 sarah and john b stay at that hotel and jb steals the phone. i want james to overhear a pair of older-ish women complain about menopause and their pills and then break into their room when they're away for dinner and steal regulus some estrogen pills. it's probably not the right dosage and reg can't take them but!!!!!!!!!!!! it's the thought that counts and to regulus that counts A LOT.

[racfoam]

I actually do have a story with Fem! Harry raising Delphi (Voldemort Wins AU, Voldemort literally tells Harry this is what she'll do or he’ll kill her friends, nice way to get a permanent babysitter, Voldy) but my headcanon is that Voldemort had no idea about Delphini and that Bellatrix stole his blood and Delphini was made with magic.

Canon Voldemort was too busy obsessing over Harry and wanting to have Harry, sorry, lads.

The fic is titled accismus

First line

The last thing Harry thought she would be doing at seventeen was changing the nappy of the Dark Lord’s seven-month-old daughter.

Harry meeting Delphi

Big, reddish, dark eyes blinked up at Harry. The baby was bigger than a newborn infant. By its gaze focused on Harry, the Chosen One assumed the baby was one year old, give or take. The delicate dark eyebrows drew together, the baby-fat cheeks scrunching, the lips drawing in a thin line. Cute, Harry thought, fondness flooding her chest.  “Whose are you? Who left you here alone?” Harry knows very much how that was like. Being cast aside somewhere lonely, left with no comforting adult supervision. A grunt passed Harry's lips as she put her hands under the baby’s arms, “Whoa, you’re heavy.” Or maybe I’m too light. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering for Harry to manage to hold the baby with both arms properly without it looking like the child was dangling off her hands like a monkey. While maneuvering her hands like an idiot who’s never held a baby in her life, Harry ascertained the baby was most definitely a girl. Voldemort entered the room. At the sight of his serpentine face and red eyes, the baby girl squealed happily, squirming in Harry's hold, reaching her tiny arms toward the Dark Lord like he was her favourite person in the world.

Harry was baffled. Suspicious, she held the baby out, toward Voldemort. The baby girl squealed happily, laughing, making grabby hands toward Voldemort. Harry brought her back to her chest, and the girl's smile dropped, face absolutely blank again, turning completely still. Harry looked from the baby to Voldemort. Baby to Voldemort. Then back again one final time. The baby gurgled happily again when Harry extended her to the serpentine wizard again like Rafiki did with Simba in Lion King. The baby extended her short arms, reaching for Voldemort with her tiny hands. The baby’s dark brown eyes blew wide, filled with awe and happiness (?) when they looked at Voldemort. Voldemort, on his part, looked completely uninterested, ignoring the baby’s heart-melting giggles. A heart of bedrock, this one. “You can do better than him,” Harry whispered to the baby girl, patting the girl’s back comfortingly, sending a venomous glare Voldemort’s way. “Kidnapping magical children now?” “No,” was everything Voldemort said, sounding amused. “The child’s name is Delphini. She is my biological offspring.” Silence.  Harry was rendered speechless. Voldemort leaned against the wall, not moving to separate Harry from his — his daughter. There was no way… No way this adorable, cute baby girl was the offspring of… the entire nightmare-fuel package that Voldemort is. “What crazy woman had sex with you?!” shrieked Harry incredulously.

“I haven't had relations since my rebirth, Harry. Delphini is a special case. She was not conceived. She was created with blood magic.” At Harry's gaping mouth, he continued, “Bella stole a drop of my blood without my knowledge.”

“Oh,” said Harry, suddenly feeling very sorry for Voldemort. He had a kid he didn't even know about... And... By the looks of it... didn't want.

Voldemort raised a hand, most likely prophesizing a speech. Harry readjusted Delphini in her arms for the toddler to be more comfortable.

“I don't ask for your pity,” he said coldly. “I ask you raise the child and take care of it.”

Harry was sure if she wasn't holding Delphini, she would have dropped her from shock.

[limetameta]

Delphini doing a little get ready with me video but her dad voice overs what shes putting on her face and it's just Voldemort being deeply confused how many products this one girl owns. Gets to the lash curler and hes like A ha, I finally know what this is - you tossed this in as a joke to see if we were paying attention it's an auror interrogation tool- why are you putting it on your eyes... why are you spreying your face now you have water in the bathroom sink - oh excuse me, it's special "setting water", i did not know i raised a bourgeois that is above sink water. Care to explain to me what the deal with these metallic water bottles these days is, why is your generation obsessed with water - my generation was not dehydrated it was starved. *video cuts off, voice over of voldemort going on a whole great depression and wwii food scarcity rant continues over a black screen*

[k3uuu]

Since it will take me until I’m home to answer your novel (: ,,, entertain me, plz. For LS!Tom and canon!Tom where you have an opinion.

1, 3, 9, 11, 17, 23, 27, 33.

Sorry, some of these are boring answers 😭

1. Canon I outright reject

Alright, this is for canon TMR: anything to do with cursed child’s existence. As much as I love our Delphini, I just can’t accept anything that came out of it… the thought of Voldemort having sex with Bellatrix? It’s repulses me. I just can’t see him wanting a child, either. It’s all weird.

If I was a fagette in LS, I would reject trueship and be obsessed with godfag/peepfag. You KNOW, I’d be so obsessed with that ship, and would be so miserable with the “canon” ship.

3. Obscure headcanon

Tom was a bed wetter, which would lead to issues with the matrons. This is also one of the things we talked about when we first became friends which makes it extra special to me.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Oh man… I’m not gonna lie, I read HP for the first time in high school and it’s been a loooong time since then. I think the entire plot with Diary Tom had me so on edge. Finding out Tom Riddle was VOLDEMORT? Insane. Shocking. Life changing. I didn’t really ship anything yet so it was purely this feeling of oh my goddddddd.

11. Faceclaim for the role

I don’t have face claims. My minds eye doesn’t work properly, so I just default with Christian Coulson. I don’t like the actors for HBP, so fuck that. For LS Tom…. I don’t even know. Tall, dark hair, skinny twink.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Lemon boy by Cavetown for Lover’s Spit Tom Riddle, thanks to our girl whisker!

I don’t really connect songs or quotes or anything to characters (beyond our ocs), I’m just bad at it 😂. I do usually relate playlists you make to the characters, so anything you’ve made. When I listen to music, I can always somehow make it about characters even if it makes absolutely no sense - which makes me horrible for this question!

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I’m really not sure 😆. I’m not good with smells either. TMR doesn’t inspire a smell for me. He’s just … I don’t know. He makes me think of a hospital room, sterile. Off putting but it fits him.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Hahahah. Stalking and creeping on Harry. This can fit for either LS TMR or canon TMR, I’d say. I also think canon TMR still has sticky fingers and steals sometimes, even after leaving the orphanage.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

I just. can’t picture canon TMR crying. It’s so abnormal to me and doesn’t look right. I feel like you gotta attack him as a kid, low blow him to get the tears.

LS TMR, I think anything related to his mum when he’s younger could bring some tears. Not publicly, but around daddy.

[motherfuckingmaneater]

bellamort’s favourite things to do?

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Dancing. She dances excellently. He got most of his practice in with her, one of the very few things she is better at than him. He is however, an excellent lead and he only gets better with time (and thanks to her and their practice). In dancing she can always anticipate his next move —— something no one otherwise can. For this reason he loves dancing with her and vice versa. She is also the only person he’s ever danced with at any formal event. All his life she is the only person he ever takes to the floor. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Magic. This may sound pretty obvious, but they have committed some very dark rites of ancient magic together through their lives. They’ve done some very dark things and they love practicing their dark rituals together. Usually the bigger rituals are committed in certain times of the year or at certain points of their lives. They commit them for any number of reasons, usually for success. The only time they failed to commit to a ritual was when hearing of the prophecy. Voldemort was too busy wrapped in his fury to commit any ritual and he had Bellatrix in the midst of a war leading his armies and unable to do one herself. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Fuck. Kidding. Not kidding. Voldemort is touch starved most of his life. Bellatrix is how he realises it. For so long he’s associated touch with pain / abuse / violence and now he loathes it, but when she touches his jaw or hair so softly he can’t help but find himself just a little addicted to the alien sensation. Not so much for the gratification of sex (though he does feel sexual satisfaction) he likes feeling this gorgeous, dangerous, pureblood dark witch beneath him, moaning “Master” over and over again oh so prettily just for him. Though it’s for control, it’s certainly gratifying knowing he can unravel this picture of pureblood royalty and perfection with his hands and mouth and cock. Not to mention he loves feeling her submit to him. 

 ◜    ۞    ◞   Hunting. He actually had no experience in this before meeting Bellatrix. Bellatrix is an avid huntress. She’s been hunting since she was around five and always with Cygnus. She introduced Voldemort to it one summer when she was home from Hogwarts. He was invited to an afternoon luncheon and Bellatrix was in the grounds. On seeing her in her gear atop a huge Abraxan and pointedly raising a brow of curiosity at her, she asked him if he’d like to go muggle hunting with her (brave little witch that she was). Of course Cygnus thought he’d say no, but off he went with this dark little witch, daggers in tow. Every summer they spend a few days muggle hunting. Later in their lives they take Delphini with them, usually atop one of the Abraxans with one if them until she’s old enough to ride one herself. They don’t do it often anymore but it’s still one of their favourite things to do. 

[daughterofyourdarklord]

But what if Delphini was at Hogwarts the same time as the trio???

Year 1: 

“Please.” 

She jokes, nudging at her cousin who’s sitting tall besides her in the train compartment. “Harry Potter being in our year at Hogwarts is nothing more than a gift.” She means it too, forcing away that pit of fear that settles in her stomach whenever she thinks about the chosen one. About everything he’s already taken from her family, from her.

Draco goes on joking with their soon-to-be fellow Slytherins. The express is buzzing with energy, though most of the First Year’s look more nervous than excited. 

She runs into Neville Longbottom on their waltz to the Great Hall. He bends directly in front of her, picking up some slimy toad off the stone floor with bare hands. Disgusting. He’s on his knees when he looks up and meets her eye, terror seeping into his gaze. She smiles at him devilishly, pausing for a moment before pushing him aside in an effort to get to what she is certain will soon be her throne room. 

“Delphini Lestrange.”

It’s a horrible cover-up of a last name, an obvious lie to any witch or wizard who knows better. McGonagal calls it nonetheless. There is a weight on her shoulders as she walks forward, the same one that’s settled their since the moment she was born. 

No one is surprised when the hat deems her a Slytherin.

Delphini feels Dumbledore’s stare on her the entire walk over to the sea of green and silver, but it’s Snape’s eyes that she meets when she sits down. 

The tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor is palpable. Worse than it has been in years, or so the older students claim. Delphini knows why, and Draco does too. 

She’s still glaring at the Granger girl when Quirrell asks her to stay after class in a sputter. 

“Of course, Professor.” She answers sweetly, watching from the corner of her eye as jealousy blooms across the mudbloods face. Ever the teacher’s pet. He seals the doors behind them, locking them with a flick of his wrist and casting a silencing charm while he’s at it. 

This time, he does not stutter when he speaks to her. 

Year 2: 

She dreams of a snake all alone, somewhere dark. Crying out for family, for companionship, for someone to listen. Anyone.

Only no one is there.

She wakes up in her dormitory with tears in her eyes. 

There’s been whispers about the Heir of Slytheirn. Talk that he’s returned, that he’s ready to rid the school of all filth that stands in his mighty way. 

Sometimes she wonders how people might react to find out that 'he' is actually a 'she.'

Regardless, it’s not Delphini that’s playing around in the chamber this year. A part of her is wildly unsettled that she doesn’t know who it is. 

It’s no matter, she has far more important things to focus on.

Initially, she almost isn’t allowed to take part in the dueling club. Some poor excuse sprouted up by the Gryffindors, accusations of dark magic and cheating. Unsurprisingly, its Severus that comes to her aid.  

Dueling comes far too naturally to her, and feels oh so sweet. Still she works harder, so eager, ready to fight, to strike. She trains and trains and then trains some more. 

She needs to be enough for Him, when the time is right. 

Potter being a parselmouth is.. Unexpected.

Even Severus seems surprised. Delphini is not sure how to handle the news, she writes home to her Uncle who informs her to stay out of it.

For the first time in a long time, she listens. 

Sometimes, she thinks she's going insane. She hears her father speaking to her through the castle walls, they whisper and she listens. She continues her training.

She will be enough. 

That poor snake. 

Year 3: 

The castle is awake, dementors swarming high above them, eager, hungry.  

She hates them. 

Delphini is determined and reluctant all at once in her venture.

Macnair had just walked out to call for the dementors, readying them to focus their rage. Quickly and quietly she slips into Flitwick’s office. 

They both freeze the minute their gazes meet. 

Eyes clashing from across the room, one hand still resting on the door handle, the other’s chained to an ornate desk. Sirius is the first to break the spell. 

“You look just like her.”

She shifts her gaze away at that, something in her shattering just a little. “I know.” She wants to answer, but she doesn’t have the time. 

“How did you do it?” 

This time, it’s him that doesn’t answer, eyes scanning her face almost wistfully.

“She’d never stop talking about you, you know? Drove the other inmates mad in her rantings, but really I think she just didn’t want to forget.”

And how that just aches. 

She shatters further. “How could you leave her!?” She wants to scream, instead she asks again: 

“How did you manage to escape?” Her voice sounds more desperate than commanding, close to a whisper. 

He smiles sadly. 

“She can’t do it..” Delphini waits for him to finish his sentence. It’s short, and certainly not the answer she was looking for. “I’m an animagus.” 

And that’s all she needed to hear. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, not bothering to hide her reaction. That familiar weight settles heavily on her shoulders again, for a moment she feels like she might crumble beneath it. Quickly she turns back to the door, ready to race out of the room and pretend he told her anything else. 

She pauses, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder to glance back at his haunting face. 

“Then why wait all this time? Why not leave that place the second you had the chance?” 

He doesn’t answer. 

He doesn’t need to.

Year 4: 

It was gorgeous, the bright green in stark contrast against the dark night sky. Constellations gleaming in its wake, a harmony in the heavens.

A terrorist attack, they had called it. 

Art, Delphini thought. It was the first time she’d ever seen it. 

Something was coming. Lucius seemed certain of this, even Narcissa had given them an exceptionally careful goodbye before ushering them onto the express.

The Triwizard Tournament turned out to be an even bigger let down than she’d imagined. Beauxbatons was a bore, and the Drumstang boys seemed scared of her, which was no surprise really. 

Karkaroff avoided her like a poor case of mumblemumps. 

His time would come, it was not up to Delphini to designate punishment. Not yet.  

Watching Potter almost die at the edge of each of these challenges did add a nice touch to the year. Though, all that anticipation she’d felt in summer dwindled a bit each time he survived. 

It wasn’t until Moody tracked her down in the corridors after hours that things really got interesting. 

Even Delphini was surprised to find Barty somehow alive. 

He doesn’t tell her much. They don’t have a lot of time as it stands, and really she’s just thrilled to have finally met him. He’s full of promises, of course. Lot’s of ‘soons’ and ‘be ready’. Delphini doesn’t get any of the details but she’s known since the beginning of term that it was finally coming. She’s more than ready, more than enough. Isn’t she?  

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and He will come for me!"

The scripture scrawled into her very soul. There have been signs everywhere pointing towards His return. Now she knows it to be true. 

“You have her face,” Moody - Barty - interrupts her thoughts, he’s staring at Delphini in near worship, a look so foreign for the professor. “You have His eyes, though.” 

“I know.” 

She meets Him for the first time later that summer and He tells her something similar. It means all the more coming from Him.

Before her father, for the first time, she spins her spells into symphonies, her hexes into homilies, casts her curses to the constellations. Shows Him everything she knows, and all her power with it.

She walks back over to Him when she is well and through, magic still radiating off of her in harsh waves. Her father takes her wand from her hands. 

“I have much to learn.” Delphini offers, and she knows it to be true.

Her father is looking at her wand still. 

Dragon-heartstring, like her mother. Yew, like His own. 

He is smiling when he answers, something proud dancing in those red eyes. “Yes. You do.”

Year 5: 

With the commencing of the Spring Equinox she is finally allowed home. Ostara save her.

Delphini has to brace herself before walking through those large double doors, entirely unsure exactly who she might find on the other side. 

Still, her heart is burning. 

At last. 

Her mother’s embrace is a blessing. A gift Delphini hadn’t known she needed. That sharp look of recognition in her eyes hurts in all its relief. 

She really does wear her face, afterall. They’d all promised her as much, didn’t they?

Father is there, He is watching. Studying them both, studying their interaction.  

Her mother takes her face between her palms like a prayer, eyes shining. She’s full of promises and penitence. Delphini isn't having any of it. Her mother owes her nothing and this, just being here, it's more than enough.

Delphini has never felt so whole in all her life.

She begs to be a part of their plans at the ministry. Anything she can do to further the cause, support her family, put them back into their rightful place - above everyone else.

It's futile. She's far too young, and the logistics of getting her there are far too problematic. There's talk of Azkaban and Bellatrix looks terrified at the prospect of Delphini somehow winding up there.

"Absolutely not. The choice is not yours to make and your Father and I are in perfect agreement that you remain at the school." She turns to her, reaching a hand up to caress Delphi's cheek tenderly.

"We'll celebrate once we return with the prophecy, hm?"

It's the one promise Delphini will accept wholeheartedly.

Year 6: 

Somehow, it’s Draco and Delphini that bear the brunt of the shame brought on from the fiasco at the Ministry. 

Draco is marked, as punishment to Lucius (to Narcissa).

Delphini is not, as punishment to Bellatrix (to herself). 

Her cousin is crumbling under the pressure, Delphini is soaring. It's the same weight she’d felt her whole life, only this time she finally has an opportunity to act on it.   

It takes longer than she would like to mend the vanishing cabinet. Draco was seeing to it personally in the beginning, but with little to no headway Delphini made it her personal mission.

Not that it really mattered anyway. Delphini has other plans entirely. 

Whilst Draco wastes his time casting cursed necklaces and poisoning wine, Delphini is speaking with the stars. 

She will be enough.

When the day of reckoning is finally upon them she can hardly hold back. 

“Expelliarmus.” It’s swift and was fully intended to take him off guard but she’d still expected him to put up some sort of a fight. Immediately, something seems off, its only a matter of sorting out whether or not its something she can take advantage of. 

“Evening, Delphini, Draco. Are you alone?” 

“Who else is here?” She doesn’t bother to entertain his question, though Draco is quick to boast about the Death Eaters holding off the guards down below. Dumbledore assures them he is alone, but the two brooms resting along the ramparts suggest otherwise. 

No matter, Delphini will handle them both. Draco is waxing on, talking about the vanishing cabinet and Rosmerta. Much as she hates to listen to him give them all away she’s taking a moment to study the Headmaster. Something seems off, as he is entirely unbothered to be at the wrong side of their wands.  

“And why have you waited?” The headmaster interrupts after a beat, causing even her cousin to pause. “Those feeble attempts to kill me all year, surely they weren’t you.” He is speaking directly to Delphini now, she knows it.

She smiles. 

Quickly, the other Death Eaters are fast up the stairs making their presence known. 

“It doesn't have to be this way.” The Headmaster continues, eyes only on her despite the others' verbal jabs. “Long ago, I met a boy who made all the wrong choices-"

“My Father, you mean?” She breaks her silence, the other Death Eaters laugh behind her at the revelation. Though Dumbledore is not at all surprised, and why would he be? “There’s no reason to hide behind truth’s any longer, Headmaster. His time has come, and consequently yours is over.” 

And suddenly Severus is there stepping forward to share a look with Dumbledore. A part of her considers testing the potion professors loyalty.. 

..Only, this is her moment.

“Avada Kedavra!” It’s sweet on her tongue, and even sweeter watching him fall. They’re on the move sooner than she’d like for them to be, hardly a chance to savor it.  

On their flight into the forbidden forest she throws a ‘morsmordre’ into the sky like a personal signature. The monogram of her family. 

When she finally greets them, He tells her she’s worthy and stitches as much into the inside of her left forearm.

She is enough.

Year 7: 

It’s beyond refreshing, being who she was always meant to be. 

Watching as Slytherins and now students alike all bow at her feet, that renewed fear keening in their eyes. 

She savors it, relishes in their reactions.

Miss Black, they call her.

It’s nearly perfect. Helping alongside mother and father to secure the ministry this summer, returning to Hogwarts with an honest surname, unforgivables cast at her fingertips without repercussion. 

Of course, there is still the looming prospect of Potter. 

He’s been hiding from them all for far too long, lurking in the shadows despite the growing number of mudbloods father kills. Finally, they manage to locate him at Hogwarts, where boy wonder somehow convince the entire school to fight for him. How cute.

Until eventually, they find a way to lure him out. 

Father calls her to the boathouse through the mark she finally bears. Her mother falls into step with her the moment she departs, Delphini is not sure if she was called but what does it matter? They’re family.

Nagini greets her with enthusiasm, dancing between her legs like a cat. She acknowledges her, of course, but only after she acknowledges Him.

He eyes her mother disapprovingly and Delphini is not at all sure what to make of that. 

“We’ll have him soon, Father. I'm certain of it. He’s far too righteous to let this continue, even if it is good fun. He will come to you. ”

He hums in agreement, long fingers tracing his newfound wand. 

“That he will, Delphini.”

She waits then, she and mother both, giving him the floor to impart his orders.

“You understand, Delphini, that you have proved yourself very valuable to me since my return.” She smiles gently, sharing a warm look with her mother before turning back to Him. “You’ve been right about a number of things, and dedicated beyond my expectations.” He pauses again before resuming his gentle pacing. “One can only hope that that devotion continues with my next request.” 

He falls into step next to her mother, reaching forward to trace along Bellatrix jaw gently. 

“I have concerns, Bella, with how this new wand may cooperate with me when it comes time to put an end to Harry Potter.” Her mother looks confused, leaning forward into his touch.  

“My Lord?” He lingers a moment, appreciating her features before resuming his pacing. 

With it He continues, telling them of wandlore he was able to gather from Ollivander, from Gregorovitch. Delphini’s stomach sinks with every word. 

“You understand, Delphini.” He pauses, stopping directly opposite her on the other side of the small boathouse with an imploring look. “That while you live, the elder wand will never truly be mine?” 

And finally she is crumbling under the weight of it all.

Tears swim in her eyes as she looks at Him without answer, finally broken. She did everything right - exactly as He had asked her to! She did it all for Him - for them! To be everything and more.. To be enough..

Though, it seems she may never be enough. 

“F-father..” Her voice is broken, stubborn tears escaping from her eyes, eyes the same shade as His own. He doesn’t speak, nor does he resume his pacing. 

And then there’s Bellatrix, balancing on the edge of in-between them.

Delphini is too afraid to even look at her, desperation more than evident in her mother's voice: “My Lord. Certainly, there is another way. We can take Potter as prisoner and work the rest out later! How can we trust the word of a two-timing wandmaker? No - there are more, other wandmakers throughout Europe! I will bring them to you and we can find other ways - just like we always do..My Lord.."

His eyes don’t leave Delphini's own.  

“Please.”

[mauveberries]

I love everything you love about harrymort. Like, you get this ship right and I love you for that. You have any fic recs pretty please

omg anon🥺🥺 thank youuu 💕💕 this ask made my day ily ❤️

ahh erm i dont really read long fics anymore because some of the specific things i look for are usually untagged and i dont want to read a good amount, get jumpscared and lose motivation to continue the fic and just feel like i wasted my time, BUT i have read one super good long fic. it is my favourite fic in the whole world

it is Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic

i love this fic so much. metalo nails their dynamic to a very large extent and the smut is top tier. there is a lot of angst, heavy themes and delphini is a large part of this fic.

also, voldemort is characterised so close to canon, it’s so good. bellatrix isn’t disrespected like some other fics tend to do.

this fic also explores the emotions of other side charcters REALLY well, like andromeda and delphini for example, you know i don’t really like when fics ONLY talk about harry and voldemort, so yeah.. the addition of other characters really adds to the depth of the story. i know it’s already really popular and you might have read it already but Genuinely, this fic was the only fic that got me HOOKED from beginning to end. All The Way. Metalo’s characterisations are just So Good. and their voldemort is a joy to read. Oh, and the whole series is really good, too.

one good fic is all you really need

thank you for this ask nonnie 🫶🫶💕

[daily-hp-shitposts]

Delphini: Feel like succumbing to the madness right now

Man she was interrogating: W... What

Delphini: Don't worry, you would be alive long enough to see it

Man: Well that's... Oh Fuck

[dracomort]

“Blood” was so good I’m screaming

I’ve never ever read a Voldemort this good. Oh my god OH MY GOD!!!!!! He is so good with being the unwoobified ruthless dark lord AND the patient observer who comes to love his daughter in his own way.

I love Draco too, in this fic. His dorsal vagal shutdown state was so so so apparent here. Delphini really is his last hope/purpose he’s clinging to huh?

Delphini was so cute!!!!!! The “baba” and forehead kiss from Voldemort really made my whole week. The whole fic is written so beautifully my heart is tied to it.

Thank you so much for putting this out in the world. I am so so so blessed to have read this ❤️

I'm really glad Voldemort's characterisation worked for you! It's the first time I've written Tom in his full Big Bad Dark Lord form outside of crack.

Draco really is hanging on by a thread. Without Delphi, there wouldn't really be much left for him.

Thank you for reading :)

[cats-of-eden-valley]

oh nice, it's good to see this back! ^_^ out of curiosity, how will the forbidden relationships work with coalitions in play? is mating with a coalition member from a nearby/rival pride taboo?

Okay so. For anyone not in the know: all toms get booted from the pride after they've been trained (with some Heavily Restricted exceptions (the prides also ignore gender for this one)) to join a coalition, which typically stick with toms of their birth pride (i still need to come up with the specifics of coalition life tho) and leave the valley during the dry season, when there's less food, and follow the herds of Massive Prey Animals back up the river.

Meanwhile the mollies stay back and raise and train the kittens/paws (who are trained for Three Seasons). There's a lot of taboo about who you're allowed to mate with--firstly, it's a little frowned upon (varies from pride to pride) to take a tom as a mate in the first place, and toms that stay back take essentially a vow of celibacy. Typically, a mate is another molly (and because they can't have kits with each other (through the eyes of the law, at least)) who raise their litter(s) together.

The way the mollies get pregnant though is that come the wet season when the toms return with the herds, they mingle with the prides and make deals with the mollies. Coalitions aren't allowed back to their home pride because of the nature of this event (though modern day, visits are considered Okay) because they want to keep the blood fresh and prevent incest.

So with Delphini (p. Greystripe), I'm thinking the crime is less that they're from different prides (normally this would be encouraged!) and instead because A) Delphini stays throughout the Dry Season and refuses to leave with the coalitions (and worse, does so without the pride knowing he's hanging around) and B) the fact that Tetra is shacking up with a tom for the long haul