#bellamort

i’m genuinely having the best time with this game

Bellatrix: Really, Master? What for? You’re immortal.

Voldemort: Because I’m immortal, I’m not allowed to have a descendant?

Bellatrix: I mean... what’s the point? Your legacy is forever secured.

Voldemort: Yes, but what happens when you all die and I’m left alone? You’re all getting old. So many of my followers have turned traitor. The younger they are, the less attached they are to me. I need a loyal, powerful follower who will outlive all of you.

Bellatrix: I definitely agree. The younger they are, the less attached they are to you. Snape—

Voldemort: Stop it, Bella. I should procreate as soon as possible. Children grow slowly, and you all age quickly.

Bellatrix: You could adopt.

Voldemort: Why?

Bellatrix: ...

Voldemort: Are you implying my blood isn’t pure enough?

Bellatrix: No, just... who’s going to give you a child?

Voldemort: Well... I thought...

Bellatrix: I’m married, my Lord.

Voldemort: It has never been a problem before. You’re talking to me as if to a lover at the dinner table in full view of your husband. You want to touch me all the time. And you do.

Bellatrix: Can you even have sex?

Voldemort: What?! What’s wrong with you?

Bellatrix: After your rebirth, your... instrument is still working?

Voldemort: Yes! You should know something about that! I can walk, breathe, fuck. Have you been hit by a Bludger?

Bellatrix: Some people say you’re asexual.

Voldemort: Me? I talk about sex all the time! I’m having nightmares about mating with werewolves, I compare my huge cock to every wizard alive, I’m obsessed with pruning my family tree and legitimising my legacy, and I love my perfect body.

Bellatrix: You’re the most beautiful of all. But Master, if I’d wanted children, I’d have had one with Rodolphus. (Even though I actually said to my sister many times that I would have happily given you my sons to serve you.)

Voldemort: But now I’m asking you. Doesn’t that make a huge difference?

Bellatrix: It does, but I’m in my forties. I could have given you ten sons before Azkaban.

Voldemort: You know, as wizards, we live much longer. We age much more slowly than disgusting Mudbloods, and in any case, I know a hundred potions to help with that. Did I mention I’m the most powerful wizard ever?

Bellatrix: What about a cauldron baby?

Voldemort: What the fuck is that?

Bellatrix: Well, you put your baby self in a cauldron and emerged as an adult man.

Voldemort: ...You understand nothing about the Dark Arts if that’s what you think happened. Do you really think babies appear out of thin air and can simply be brewed in a cauldron? Do you know Gamp’s Law of Elementary Transfiguration? Are you fucking dumb?

Bellatrix: Dumb? Yes, people say that about me... As though I wasn’t the only one who sees clearly who’s loyal to you. As if I wasn’t your most valuable Death Eater, personally trained by you.

Voldemort: Yeah... why are you talking like you’ve turned into Wormtail?

Bellatrix: Have you considered a younger witch?

Voldemort: Who? And why?

Bellatrix: One of the Greengrass girls, whatever.

Voldemort: You want me to fuck a teenager?

Bellatrix: We could use magical IVF, my Lord. It’s such a common thing in our world.

Voldemort: But... why would I inseminate a Greengrass girl when I have a Black woman?

Bellatrix: Do you want to proceed with magical IVF on me?

Voldemort: Why? We’ve been having sex for thirty years. Why are you making so little sense, woman? What’s going on with you? Don’t you want me?

Bellatrix: I’ve shown my desire for you in a hundred different ways, Master! Some people even say I’m an erotomaniac!

Voldemort: You really need to stop reading the trash press, Bellatrix. It’s beneath you to think like that. You know how misogynistic Mudbloods are.

Bellatrix: I can’t believe the Dark Lord is less misogynistic than self-proclaimed feminists... But you’re right. I think I’ve been hit by a Confundus Charm, my Lord.

Voldemort: Obviously. I’m starting to get offended. Do I have to beg you to give me a child?

Bellatrix: Of course not, my Lord. But we should get on with it now. Who knows how many months it’ll take me to get pregnant?

He does control the Dementors by then, but perhaps he was traumatised by losing his second-best Death Eater, who had been kissed by a Dementor only a year earlier. What if the Aurors ordered a Dementor to give Bellatrix the Kiss without a trial, just as they did to Barty?

A year later, he doesn’t send Bellatrix to infiltrate Hogwarts. Instead, he sends only lowly Death Eaters such as the Carrows, Rowle, Greyback, and Gibbon, who ends up being killed because of Rowle’s stupidity.

Why? Because Voldemort doesn’t think for a second that Draco Malfoy will actually manage to kill Dumbledore. He expects failure. He expects losses.

He sends his least valuable Death Eaters to Hogwarts. If they get arrested, he already knows he’ll free them a few weeks later along with the others captured at the Ministry. And if a Dementor kisses one of them in the meantime, he doesn’t care in the slightest. If one of them dies, like Gibbon, that’s no great loss either.

So, of course, he doesn’t send Bellatrix on such a risky and ultimately farcical mission.

Now, after coming face to face with Bellatrix’s mortality (he’s immortal, yes, but she isn’t), and knowing she’s his last and best lieutenant, it’s actually natural that he’d want a child with her to replace her (it’s a very utilitarian vision of Bellatrix, but this is how things make sense in his brain to keep control on his emotions).

A child he’d raise with Bellatrix to ensure her loyalty.

And why should the child be his rather than Rodolphus’s? Because there’s probably a great deal of delusion involved too. Delphini becomes a new obsession, a new project, one that allows him to avoid thinking about Bellatrix’s eventual death. Delphini is a new kind of Horcrux, now that he’s completed his oldest, most important task and ambition. He’s finally immortal… now what?

Delphini is his way of coping with his abandonment issues. He won’t lose Bellatrix through betrayal, but he will lose her to death. And as we know, losing her will unravel him to the point that his magic explodes with the force of a bomb. That uncontrolled surge of magic only shows that both his fear of her death and his attachment to her are completely repressed and largely unconscious.