An act committed out of desperation. (warning of grafic scenes)

Orion Black was old and tired. At 56 years old, after supporting the Dark Lord Voldemort in cleansing society from muggle scum he was tired and wounded. His eldest son hated him and abandoned the family in favor of the Potters while living a hedonistic life characteristic of most Blacks. All this while he faced the Death Eaters with a courage and fury worthy of his family. He should admit that he prided himself on that aspect of his eldest son more than he cared to admit.

Unfortunately his youngest son died serving the new Dark Lord. It was almost certain that he would lose his life over it, sooner or later. He recently learned that the bad blood was 2 months pregnant already. She and the Longbottom woman would have their children in July of this year.

That is clear if it survived long enough.

His wife was a horrible, castrating woman. He never had much of a voice in his house and now the Black family has fallen to that level. His father would be ashamed of him if he could see them now. With the daughters of the family sold to other families with a history far less proud than his own, the future of his home was bleak. All that remained was for the children who came from these marriages to try to resurrect their decaying family. Narcissa was apparently also expecting her child, Malfoy's heir this year. The old man sighed decadently.

If anyone saw him now he might be ashamed of the old man. He was a wizard. The years shouldn't have taken such a toll on him. Most wizards lived much longer than Muggles. 150 years was the lowest estimate, but it seemed the man's vitality was declining by the second. This was the result of some black rituals that he performed in his life and the depression that befell him with age and the ailments of life.

"Orion...Orion...where are you?" the woman he married shrieked. Sometimes he regretted having accepted marriage to this woman. Cold, distant, snobby. She was the antithesis of a woman and more like a male general with a thick, high-pitched voice. He never cheated on her just to make sure he didn't give her a reason to talk too much. He already imagined the screams he would have to hear in case she discovered a secret lover.

"I am here." He said before sighing. He didn't want to make life even more problematic by irritating such a creature. It was better to know what she wanted after all besides him she was the only one left. If she left then things wouldn't go well.

The old lady entered the dark room with a unconscious woman being levitated on her back. This surprised Orion. Although Walburga hated Muggles and Muggleborns she was never involved in torture and murder. She was only in favor of expelling the aforementioned from her community, not killing them all. After all, even she understood that muggleborns descended from abortions (A shame every wizarding family went to great lengths to hide), and that was one of the fears of many purebloods. If their families had no heirs, Muggleborns could occupy and inherit the families long enough.

But forgetting that, he looked at the unconscious woman and realized he knew her. She was the older sister of Rudolphus Lestrange. A blood traitor who was taken by the Dark Lord to serve as a Death Eater's toy. She was the sex toy most appreciated by Voldemort's followers for her beauty and unique delicacies.

He still didn't understand how her family allowed such humiliation, but… what his wife did to her.

"Why is she here, Burga?"

"She will be the salvation of our home, Orion." She said smiling. "Come with me to the ritual room. I already have everything prepared."

"What are you talking about Walburga?"

"You still don't understand? I said she will save our house. That simple."

"I heard what she said, but..."

"We don't have time for your bullshit man. Come with me." She pulled him into the ritual room in the basement of the mansion.

Arriving there Orion saw a ritual circle with a pentagram drawn in Veela's blood. He knew that was the case because the Allure felt strongly from the reddish liquid. There were dozens of rare organs of nearly extinct animals around the circle, and Orion was surprised by the preparation of such a thing.

She wasted no time in placing the unconscious woman in the center of the circle and began to recite the incantation, feeding the circle with her magic.

"Fecunda dabit feminei corporis.

Magicis sacra dignum reddere.

Pura et dare hereditatem in sanguinem.

Magicis sacra dignum reddere.

Cupio satisfacere dare pollicentur.

Magicis sacra dignum reddere.

Per hoc sapienti, completum est lex sacrifici et magicae sunt et tenebrae testibus."

In that moment Orion realized what the woman was up to. Would she give him a lover? No, the woman was alive but only her body. It looked like she was nothing more than a shell now.

"Is ready. I freaked her out before the ritualand cleaned up the damage done to her. Now it's your turn to work Orion." She looked at her husband. There was contempt there, but there was also anticipation. She knew her family had gone downhill, and she knew a worthy heir was needed. She was old. The fertility ritual she performed here wouldn't work on her, and if it did, she wouldn't have the physical strength to carry that pregnancy forward. She wouldn't be able to do that so she found the second best option.

A woman, witch, of pure blood to be the mother of the future heir and Lord Black. Her father-in-law had stubbornly decided to give Mistress Black to one of her direct grandchildren and after Regulus' death, only Sirius was left. She would not allow Sirius to have the Black house and further destroy its foundation.

"Walburga, we are old. Who would raise the child? You are crazy?"

"I had already thought about it. After you impregnate her, your body will be even weaker. Possibly will die in less than 1 year. After all, magic would drain your vitality to make the pregnancy right." She spoke with mania in her voice. "After that, I would wait until the child was born and join you."

"But the child..."

"Do you know who this woman's mother is?" Walburga interrupted her husband again. "Gertrude Lestrange born Grindelwald." The woman sounded even more manic. "I've already written him a letter…father-in-law said the bastard old Dumbledore didn't kill the man and imprison him in Nurmengard. The letter has been answered. He was angry that his descendant was used in the way it was, but he will take care of the child when we are gone. After age 11, she will be revealed. We mustn't let the Dark Lord know about him after all. Sending him away will ensure your safety. He will be trained by Grindelwald himself, Orion...do it and leave a hope for our family."

The man listened to the mad woman and was afraid of her expression. Yet he felt the same eagerness as hers. Saving his family from extinction was an obligation on his part. And a heritage as distinguished as the Grindelwald heritage was perfect to complement his Black family.

It was with this in mind that he stripped off his clothes and those of his wife. The unconscious young woman had her legs spread and ravaged by the old man who was determined to save his family. The hideous sight of necrophilia was observed by Walburga's watchful eyes. She had lied about her husband having 1 year to live after the act. His death was the sacrifice necessary to ensure the fertility of her perfect heir, but she had a feeling that even if she knew the idiot she would still have chosen to do it. He was anything but a coward and she would attest to that.

Anyway she watched the act until the man's last breath was heard. Her seeds now painting the interior of the young woman fallen into perpetual sleep.

Walburga was prepared for this after all.

"Kreatcher."

A snap later and the ugly elf was in front of the old lady.

"Take him to the family mausoleum." She ordered and levitated the young woman far enough to one of the rooms of the house. Those nine months would be all about her. She would be sure to produce the best and most perfect child ever generated by the family, even if the uterus used is not her own.

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Months passed. Walburga had heard little or no news about the ongoing war. They'd already lost too much for her to care what was happening. Either way, the woman was about to give birth to her perfect heir.

From the day of her death and her husband she had been adequately feeding the swooning woman with all kinds of nutritious food. She had also performed 7 more rituals on the boy's mother's body, causing her body lineage to be slowly infused into the developing fetus. Dragon's blood was used as a tonic for the woman and many unique dark artifacts had their stamina to be added to her surrogate's nourishment.

Each day, the unconscious body diminished while her belly grew. Woman no longer looked like a living being, but a corpse that served only one purpose.

So finally. On August 1, 1980, 8 months after being fertilized, the body died and Walburga had to remove his precious heir.

He had snow-white hair, inherited from his mother, and blue-gray eyes inherited from Orion. He was a cute little baby and didn't cry as usual, but looked at everything with an intelligent curiosity that surprised the old lady.

But this was not the time.

"Kreatcher! Take the boy to Nurmengard in Austria. Gellert will take care of him from now on." She said collapsed. Exhausted. Her old age and illness... She knew she was poisoned and she knew the only person who would do that would be the snake Malfoy. Her life was ending, but she had already done what she needed and didn't care anymore. She had already left the rings with the baby and the name was already duly added to the tapestry of thefamily right next to the gray name of Régulos.

So that's how Pietro Sollaris Black was born, the son of Orion Black and Milliane Lestrange. Conceived on the day of his father's death and born on the day of his mother's death, the young heir Black had come into the world...