Drabble: Psycho Death Eating Were-Cubs

Author's Note:  I blame Rose, who told me today that every time she hears Fenrir/Bellatrix, she mentally adds in mpreg, because "everything's funnier with mpreg", and I blame the ladies and gentlemen at Potions and Snitches, for getting me started on Fenrir/Bellatrix in the first place, and for giving me the title for this drabble.

Disclaimer: Even if I tried to market this, I'd never make any money.


Psycho Death Eating Were-Cubs


Fenrir's heart pounded as he jolted awake.  Bellatrix's knife stood poised just beneath his ribs, a drip of his blood welling up.  "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

She giggled at his stupid question.  "You got me pregnant," she sang, voice high, "And I'm not carrying your mixed breed filth."  He panted, his fetid breath, hitting her in the face.  When he tried to throw her off, she drove her wand into his throat.  "But you can!"

"I don't think you understand how this works," he howled, scrambling to get away.

"I'm going to put our baby inside you!"