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He held the tiny child in one arm, as he destroyed the boy's bedroom with the other. It was better to make it look like the child had died, rather then being stolen away. It was really much better for everyone involved.
He stared at the mess he had made of the room, most likely no one would realize a thing. Except maybe Dumbledore, he mused. He'd probably figure out as soon as he walked into the room. However he wouldn't be able to say anything. At risk of his own head, he'd have to keep quiet.
He looked back at the boy in his arm, and decided Bellatrix would love her present.
Bellatrix stared at the tiny boy in her hands, a strange smile on her face. She'd not been able to get pregnant, with her husband or on her own with potions. It just never worked. She had watched her own friends become rounded with child, and it hurt.
She was just glad Rodolphus hadn't left.
She looked into tiny green eyes that had opened at the feeling of being cradled. Soft baby eyes blinked slowly, absorbing the shape of her face. She was almost sad that such beautiful eyes would have to go, for chance of being recognized.
She brushed a thumb against a tiny cheek, "Your name..." She thought for a moment, running through the names of stars, " Your name shall be Cepheus."
He's five years old when he realizes his mother is not his birth mother. It's through a dream that young Cepheus remembers the woman with hair of coiled fire that had screamed of how he was too young. How her son was too young to die. It's with an almost morbid fascination that he watched his uncle kill his mother. He doesn't necessarily care, he's much to old to cry over someone who has been dead for years. Especially someone he doesn't know.
He decides it isn't important and goes back to sleep, in the back of his mind however the flames burn bright.