Narcissa was taken aback by the unexpected question.
She thought. They had been fighting and killing those who did not join their cause. What other way could they achieve that?
After a moment of silence, she cautiously responded, "Perhaps, my Lord, we could use the Ministry of Magic. By influencing key figures and institutions from within, we can gradually shift the balance of power to favour purebloods without drawing unnecessary attention or resistance."
Voldemort approved. "Of course, Narcissa. If the Minister and Aurors become our people, then our goal will be more reachable."
Narcissa was relieved that the Lord agreed with her.
"But that is not the response that I had in mind. Nevertheless, I must tell you that the suggestion you have given is already being used. I have specifically assigned one Death Eater for such a task."
Narcissa was about to ask for more information from him when Voldemort spoke.
"You see, Narcissa, the wizarding population is dwindling. Our numbers are far fewer than the vast sea of Muggles. And within our own community, we are divided… Purebloods, Half-bloods, and Mudbloods."
He began moving, walking in a circle around Narcissa.
"The purebloods, the backbone of our kind, are not producing enough heirs to sustain our legacy. Even you, Narcissa, have only a single child. Many pureblood families share this issue…limited to one or two children, if any at all."
Voldemort was behind her when Narcissa heard a laugh.
"How absurd, isn't it? Those who defy us, like the Weasleys, who openly oppose our ideals, have managed to reproduce the most. Seven children, to be precise.
Do you not find this situation concerning, Narcissa? The dilution of our pureblood lineage by those who stand against our principles?"
This thought has previously come to Narcissa. The pureblood was not making enough offspring. Most of them did not see the forthcoming problem that was coming from this. Most only concerning themselves with power. But she was not among them. In reality, she was completely different. She desired more children, but this was not a common goal between her and Lucius.
But how could she tell the Lord about her own situation?
"Indeed, my Lord, the decline of pureblood numbers is disconcerting. The preservation of our magical heritage is of utmost importance."
She found that Voldemort was pleased with her answer as he praised her.
"Good, Narcissa. Now tell me, do you consider me the greatest wizard of our time?"
Narcissa did not understand what this had to do with the topic. Still, she knew what answer Voldemort wanted.
"Of course, my Lord. There is no one who can match you. That is why we follow you, my Lord, as the embodiment of our pureblood ideals."
What came next was totally against what Narcissa expected.
"Narcissa, would it not be advantageous for our cause if I, too, had heirs to carry on my legacy? A continuation of the noble line of Voldemort, ensuring the perpetuation of our ideals."
Narcissa was taken aback by the unexpected proposition.
Voldemort and his heirs. She never thought that she would hear this sentence before. Especially not from the dark Lord himself.
"My Lord, the idea is undoubtedly wise. The prospect of your heirs continuing your legacy is a powerful one. It would solidify your influence for generations to come."
Voldemort said. "Then wouldn't you say the woman with whom I will reproduce must also be special?"
Why was Voldemort asking her that? What could be the meaning behind all this? Surely, he could not be mean to her.
"My Lord, there is no need to say that the woman must be of pureblood lineage. Only someone who has shown loyalty and has a great level of magic can be yours."
Voldemort stopped circling around her and stopped behind her.
Voldemort, nodding in agreement, "Indeed, Narcissa. A woman worthy of carrying on the legacy of the noble House of Voldemort. Someone who understands the significance of our cause and is willing to dedicate herself to me."
As Voldemort spoke, his cold fingers lightly grazed her arm. "I have a woman in mind, Narcissa. A woman who embodies these characteristics and is already devoted to our cause."
Narcissa's heart raced. The clues seemed to point toward her being the chosen woman.
Voldemort slid his fingers alongside her arms until they came onto her stomach. Next, she felt Voldemort closing on her, hugging her from behind.
"Imagine, Narcissa," Voldemort whispered in her ear, "how fortunate that woman would be to bear my child. The heir to the noble House of Voldemort, destined for greatness. I will quench that heat inside her by releasing my seeds deep into her," his hands massaging her stomach as he spoke.
Narcissa could not believe what was happening. Voldemort was planning to impregnate her. To have a child with her. Her body was betraying her.
This was so wrong. She was married. Even though there was no more love between her and Lucius, she could not cheat on him.
"And do you know who that fortunate woman is, Narcissa?" he continued. "Bellatrix Black. She will feel very proud to be the chosen one."
She began to voice her protest, the fear evident in her voice. "My Lord, I am already married," she stammered, her mind racing with the implications of what Voldemort was suggesting.
Then a moment of realization struck Narcissa, "Bellatrix," she muttered as she registered the name Voldemort had spoken.
"Yes, Bellatrix. Isn't she the perfect woman for me? She has already been in my service for so long. On top of that, she matches all the requirements to become my partner." Voldemort finally released his hold on Narcissa, observing her reaction with sinister amusement.