Bellatrix slept peacefully that night, holding her boy in her arms. There was an immense pride and a twisted sense of pleasure in knowing that she had ravaged her son's small body and it added to the content feeling she had while she slept. Though when she awoke in the morning, she smiled as she gazed at the form of her passed out son. As the tingling numbness of sleep wore off, she realized that the member between her legs was already prominently rock hard. A grin grew across her face, showcasing her pearly white teeth. She then stood up, shifting Harry's unconscious body so that it was laying with his head hanging off the bed assuring his throat was as straight a passage as it could be. She slowly opened his mouth and without even bothering to lube up her cock, she crammed the shaft into his warm mouth and down his throat. Her hefty balls smacked against his nose and then she took out her wand, aiming it at the boy.