Bellatrix stared down at the little bundle in the crib, which was her daughter. She was so little and Bellatrix didn't know what to do.

She looked up, she was alone. Her husband wasn't here right now. She touched the little baby gently, she didn't know what to do with it. This was an extremely new experience. Before this, she never went near kids and for a time she had said she wasn't going to have kids.

Her little girl made a noise and started moving around, clearly waking up as Bellatrix leaned down to pick up the little babe. She was so small... as she gently caressed the child's head.

Bellatrix walked over to the rocking chair and started soothing the already waking baby. "It's okay, my little girl..." she whispered in a gentle voice.

For someone like Bellatrix, this type of behavior wasn't something that ever happened. Usually she was written off as a crazy bitch and the second to Lord Voldemort. No one could match her power and that seemed to make her a much more cocky person full of pride, but is anyone surprised? No.

For once in Bellatrix' life she wasn't focused on power... or the Dark Lord... she had no thoughts. Only thing important to her right now was; the little babe in her arms that had awoken. She soothed her so she didn't start crying, the babe was now staring up at her with wide eyes.