In Germany's Moselle region, dense grapevines surrounded an avant-garde manor. The owner of the winery was a Muggle-born wizard. Voldemort had clearly led the Death Eaters in occupying the place. Most of the winery owner's family had already died, with only a few core family members left alive, controlled by the Imperius Curse so the Death Eaters could have them show their faces outside from time to time and cover up the truth.
"Master, I'll go prepare the conference room." Bellatrix's somewhat excited voice rang out shrilly. Even though she had only recently given birth, the witch had not grown any softer, and motherhood had done nothing to lessen the madness in her eyes.
"Bella, some people no longer need seats." Voldemort followed Bella's tone, tilting his head slightly to one side. The Eye of Vecna bulged in its socket, staring fixedly at Bellatrix, while the spiderweb of black veins around the eye made his face look even more terrifying. "Lucius has brought us good news once again. Those Pureblood families have finally realized who is worthy of their loyalty."
"Yes. Master always sees everything in advance." Bella was brimming with excitement, her expression fanatical, and she hurried out eagerly. The hem of Voldemort's robes rolled as he strolled toward the door as well, Nagini slithering along at his side.
All of a sudden, a baby's crying sounded from a room in the corridor that had been quiet. Voldemort stopped and pushed open the door to Bellatrix's room, his icy gaze falling on the unattended baby girl lying in her swaddling clothes.
"Ugly little thing. What are you crying for?" Voldemort hissed in a low voice.
The baby girl, who in truth was not ugly at all and had inherited the beauty of her mother before Azkaban and of the