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M20 (Cont of 7&8) Hermione x Bellatrix's son! reader

A/n: so I was going through all my old stories fixing them up with Grammarly aka a life saver, 10/10 would recommend. And anyway I am really bored so I thought I'd try writing another part to this little story. let's do it. Holy heck! This turned out a lot longer than I ever thought it would, anyway hope y'all enjoy it.

Word count: 1922

Recap since I wrote this literally forever ago:

'I don't want you hurting yourself.' Her voice was soft, her eyes level with mine. 'I have a feeling someone will come soon to get me. Cast a knockout spell on me, make it look like I passed out from torture. Then take me back to the dungeon. Come back tonight and request to take me somewhere private for something special. Say you have some new spells or something and want to test them on me. Come up with some clever reason, I know you will if you really are the same boy I fell in love with.'

Now

Y/n was pacing back and forth in his room, the knife he had taken from his mother still in his hands. He turned it over and over again in his hands, feeling every grove and every dip in it's meticulously carved handle. Y/n remembered this knife from before the scare-faced man took his mother. Y/n had chosen the metal from a selection his father laid out in front of him and the handle the same way. Bella had given it to her son the night she was taken away, y/n scared and confused gripped it in his hand refusing to let it go until he was allowed to keep it.

The boy felt now like he had then, scared, confused and alone. He sank down to the floor, tears stinging his eyes when a loud knock came from his door. "Come in" he mumbled as he straightened himself out. In the threshold of his door stood his father. He looked sick, too pale and too skinny. Azkaban had done him no good and neither had coming back here. Wordlessly he strode into the room and sat beside his son, putting an arm over his shoulder. "Dad, I... I need to tell you something, you can't tell anyone." His y/c eyes level with his. "Not even mum. Okay?"

Rodolphus nodded, the intensity of his son's eyes told both him and Bellatrix just how much of their son's life they'd missed.

"I'm going to run away. I can't stand to be here any longer. I missed how things used to be with you and with mum but that can't ever happen again and I can't be here while my friends struggle out there, they need my help." Everything had changed so much, and as the two sat on the floor of y/n's bedroom they came to a silent understanding. Dobby had talked to y/n a few quick notes so he had been tipped off to the fact that something was happening tonight, he had to talk to Hermione and then he was leaving. He needed to tell someone though, slipping away in the night somehow seemed wrong, no matter how much he hated it here he couldn't just leave them like that. So he shared part of the plan with his dad, he asked to come with him so they established a plan.

Rodolphus nodded to his son as he left, he waited a minute before heading down to the dungeons, waltzing up the guard he demanded to see the prisoners alone. The death eater was a new recruit no clue who this child was, he scoffed at his request telling the 'little boy' to run along and go play with his action figures, a kick to the back of the knee and pulling his mother's knife to the mans throat scared for his life he allowed him in, y/n still knocked him out for good measure. Knowing that he was going to leave he took a moment to leave a gift for his former family, y/n kneeled down on the floor he took his arm from beneath the robe, and over his dark mark, he sliced a word into the skin, Traitor. A cold grin plastered on his face, maybe he was his mother's son after all.

The devil's smirk splitting his face a bloodied knife by his side he stepped into the dungeon room, slamming the door behind him he approaches a crouching figure. He gripped them by the hair bringing the goblins face to look at him. Cold fire burned in his eyes that scared the goblin beyond anything he'd seen in his life. "Where is she?" The boy released his grip pushing him to the floor.