Bonds of servitude ch. 7: Selfish Bella (Patreon)

"Ms. Black, I have to say, finding you under these circumstances is nothing short of a miracle!"

Andromeda smiled politely as she smoothed out the robe she'd borrowed from her sister. For the first time in her life, she found herself inside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. She'd never given much thought to what Dumbledore's office could look like back in her school days, but as she examined the circular room full of portraits of the previous Headmasters, she could say that she'd expected to see more trinkets.

Dumbledore had always been eccentric, so she'd expected to find dozens of magical devices of no known use littered about. Instead, the tables and cupboards were neatly organized, filled with books, documents and parchment.

"I must consider it a miracle myself, Headmaster." Andromeda responded. "My blacklist was only recently removed. I had yet to really put out feelers in the job market. Your letter left me quite surprised."

It had indeed. Andi had been enjoying a life of relaxation ever since she'd been allowed back into the family estate. She'd been putting off trying to find a job. Even with the blacklist removed, the prospect of going around and trying to find employment stressed her to no end.

“I will admit that I did not have you in mind, but then, picture my face when I was flooded with letters of recommendation from many prominent witches and wizards, all pointing to you as the best qualified candidate.” Dumbledore held up the stack of letters, leaving Andromeda absolutely perplexed as she saw some of the family seals.

“McMillan? Diggory? Abbot?” she read them off in bewilderment, “Not to sink my own prospects, but I’ve never met with any of these lords or ladies.”

Dumbledore looked nothing if not amused by the whole situation. “Indeed, Ms. Black. Quite curiously, I was able to cross-check the ever so clandestine Quidditch betting pool, being run by one Lee Jordan I believe, and all of these families line up with students who placed rather sizable losing bets on Hufflepuff this past month.”

Andromeda blinked, her face becoming flush. “Headmaster, are you saying that I-”

Dumbledore raised a hand to stop her, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “I am not saying anything, Professor, it’s just an observation.”

Andromeda sighed, her nerves were already frayed before she stepped into Dumbledore’s office, being accused of blackmail, or whatever Dumbledore had implied, was-

“Wait. Did you just call me ‘Professor’?” Andromeda said, her brain just now catching up with the Headmaster’s words.

Dumbledore was clearly having way too much fun with this. He smiled over his half-moon spectacles as he leaned his head forward. "Indeed I did. Unless…you’re not interested in the job?”

“I’ll take it! I’ll take it!” Andromeda yelled, hating that Dumbledore was so easily able to coax these reactions out of her.

If someone had used blackmail to get her this job for some reason…well, she wouldn’t look a gift abraxan in the mouth.

...

Bellatrix stumbled into her bedroom with Harry wrapped around her arms. She couldn't find her wand, so she dragged him back towards the door, unwilling to relinquish contact with him for even a moment as she kicked her door shut.

Without her wand she wouldn't be able to cast a locking charm, but she dared anyone to be stupid enough to try and take her Harry away from her.

Harry felt like a ragdoll as this older woman took him every which way. He had no clue what was going on, but Cissy hadn't seemed too concerned, so he trusted he wasn't in danger.

Plus, his face kept getting mushed up against her bountiful chest, so it hadn't been an unpleasant experience overall.

Bella dumped Harry on the bed before hopping on herself, spooning the boy from behind as she aggressively nuzzled her face onto his neck.

"My Harry…My dear Harry…Bella's so sorry."

He felt wet droplets begin sliding down his neck.

Tears.

He'd made this lady cry, for some reason.

Harry hated seeing girls cry.

He twisted around in her arms, which was a bit of a struggle considering just how tight her grip was around him. He finally did manage to wriggle around until he was facing the lady, who had both the prettiest violet eyes he had ever seen and the wildest, curliest head of thick raven hair.

"It's ok, it's ok." Harry tried to soothe her, brushing her arm with his hands, but if anything she cried even harder.

"No! It's not ok!" She pulled him deeper into her, and Harry felt the air leave his lungs as she squeezed the life out of him. "I'm your godmother, I was supposed to take care of you! I swore to my sister in magic that I would protect you, and because of my own stupidity, because I wasn’t there, you were forced into such a horrible fate!”

Harry ran his hands down the crying woman’s sides as he processed this new information. She was his godmother? He wondered what could have happened, for him to only just now be able to meet her, but that wasn’t important right now, right now, he needed to help her.

“It’s not so bad-”

“You’re a slave, Harry!” she yelled as she pressed his head against her neck, and Harry couldn’t help but take a deep inhale of her spicy perfume. “It couldn’t get any worse.”

Harry shook his head, pulling his head back and firmly grasping the woman’s face. “I’m loved. I have a bunch of people that love me. Mistress and Cissy have always treated me well. I have friends, and I get to eat and play and learn magic. I like my life, it’s way better than it was before.”

“Before?”

Harry nodded sadly, “Before, when I was with my aunt and uncle.”

Harry tried not to think much about those early years with his relatives. The constant hunger, the beatings, the slaving away, cooking and laboring under the hot sun in aunt Petunia’s garden.

“Y-You were with Petunia?!” Bellatrix said, her sadness instantly replaced by a frothing rage.

“You know her?” Harry asked.

“Know her? Know her?” Bellatrix growled. Her nails dug painfully into Harry’s back, causing the boy to hiss in sudden pain.

“Harry!” Bella gasped, her arms flying away from him as her eyes widened. She looked absolutely devastated at having caused him pain.

All Harry could think was that this lady was in desperate need of love. Yes, she’d hurt him, but he knew it was accidental, and it was only a minor sting, not something for her to look so distraught over. If this woman was his godmother, he needed to do all he could to help her heal.

“Sorry, ma’am, what’s your name?” he asked politely.

Bella was absolutely crushed now. Her godson did not even know her name. Of course, she knew that would be the case, but to witness it in person tore her apart. “B-Bellatrix.” she whimpered.

“Can I call you Bella?” He asked.

She gave him a teary smile, her lips trembling as her arms wrapped around him once more. “Of course you can.”

“Bella, I love my life,  and I think I’d love it if you were in it too.”

Bella was at a loss. She couldn't make sense of her godson saying he actually enjoyed his current lot in life, but she clung on to his offer to have her be a part of his world. Bella couldn't turn back time, she couldn't erase the mistakes of the past, but she could dedicate her life going forward to making sure her godson was loved.

"I'd love that too, Harry. I'd love that so much!" Bella hugged him once more, and this time his face was mushed up against her chest, where one of her breasts had slipped out. Having spent so much time in the warm embrace of so many women, Harry thought nothing of it when he opened his mouth, took one of Bella’s pebble-like nipples in his mouth and closed his lips around it.

“H-Harry! W-What are you doing?!” Bella shrieked as her godson began to suck on her breasts. She was paralyzed in shock, but also in pleasure. It had been so long since she’d felt any kind of intimate touch, not since Lily had gotten married and they’d put a stop to their little fun. And here was the boy she loved so dearly, cherished above everything else in her life, sending explosive waves of pleasure running up her body as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

Bella tried to be strong, but the absolute avalanche of emotions she’d been cycling through didn’t help her judgment. Before she knew it, she was pressing Harry’s head harder against her breast as the boy treated her sensitive flesh much too well for it to be his first time. A stray thought cursing Narcissa was washed away by even more thoughts of depravity as she found herself grinding her hungry pussy against Harry’s front, the silk fabric of her light blue gown and Harry’s pants the only things in the way of a very sinful joining.

Harry pulled back from her breasts, and someone else might have taken this as a chance to come to their senses, but Bella had already crossed over to the other side. The stresses of Azkaban, of isolation, of loneliness, of spending so much time pining away thinking about this one innocent creature that she loved so much, it all broke her. She looked down at Harry with lust in her eyes, and it was she who crashed her lips onto his as they exploded in a shower of pent up need.

Bella tried to be gentle as she ripped his pants and shirt from him, she really did, but there was such a deep, animalistic need manifesting within her that Harry wouldn’t get away without a few scratches.

The boy didn’t mind, not one bit. Once fully freed, he pushed his heat against her own, his hardness sliding along her slick wetness in a way that made Bellatrix tremble. Her hands ran wild, roaming every inch of his flesh they could, and the more of him she touched, the more she needed, the more she craved.

Bella kissed him more intensely than he’d ever been kissed before, kissed him in a way that only Daphne had ever really matched. Bella ground her pussy against his cock, and the two of them shivered with every rough graze of his meat against her inner lips, every scrape of his cockhead against her sensitive clit.

Bella reached down, desperately grabbing onto the monstrous member that was somehow attached to her godson. She stroked its length a few times, feeling its pulsating power as she turned them over so that she was on top, her full weight resting on her godson as she lined him up with her entrance.

She took one last, gasping breath, conscious of the line she was about to irrevocably cross.

She sank down onto his cock, relief and pleasure flooding her in equal measures as she was filled by Harry's thick meat. Bellatrix arched her back, her wild mane of hair whipping back and smacking the small of her back as she began to ride him.

Bellatrix did not bounce up and down, instead rolling her hips sensually as Harry's hands shot up to grasp her breasts. Bellatrix mewled as he godson played with her nipples in between his fingers. Bellatrix moaned wantonly and loudly, not caring one bit about being heard downstairs.

In those moments, deep in the throes of passion, violet met emerald as Bella's love for her godson somehow deepened, something the witch would have thought impossible mere moments before. Harry was all that mattered, and she would never leave his side.

Harry felt the spark as his eyes stared up into Bella's. She fucked him in such a loving yet frantic and needy way. Once again, it reminded Harry of the way Daphne was with him.

The bed shook with each circular motion of Bellatrix's hips. Harry squeezed her full breasts for all he was worth as Bellatrix took him on the ride of his life.

Bella could feel her peak approaching, and she basked in the euphoric sensation that was building up inside of her. After so much pain and misery, the pure love she felt irradiating from their joining was like a tall glass of ice cold water for a man that had been wandering the desert for days. It was almost too much, almost too overwhelming.

In fact, Bella let it overwhelm her. She embraced the feeling as her peak finally exploded, her legs trembling and hips shaking as she felt Harry shoot something hot and wonderful inside of her, something that left her seeing stars, something that she was absolutely no doubt she was already addicted to.

Bellatrix collapsed on top of Harry, their ragged breathing synchronizing as neither made a move to undo their union, content to bask in each other's warmth as their combined juices leaked down onto Harry's thighs and Narcissa's fine Egyptian cotton bedding.

...

Downstairs, Narcissa and Darcia chose to ignore the loud moans and the pounding of the headboard as they sat opposite each other in the drawing room.

"Darcia! By the blood that flows through your veins, I command you to rise up and avenge me!"

Much to Narcissa's chagrin, Darcia threw a very expensive porcelain sculpture of a fwooper (that she'd just barely managed to snag at an auction in Milan) at her father.

"I already told you a dozen times I'm not going to do it, father!" Darcia yelled in exasperation as the sculpture passed through her father's ghostly figure and shattered into a thousand little pieces.

"Darcia!" Narcissa yelled.

Darcia rolled her eyes. "Mother, stop being such a drama queen!"

As she spoke, Dobby popped into the room, snapping his fingers to instantly repair the sculpture and levitate it over to a more Darcia-proof corner of the room.

Narcissa huffed, arms crossed as she glared at her daughter. It didn't matter that the piece had been repaired, in her mind it lost value every time it was broken.

"You're the one who turned her into such an insipid little brat, Narcissa! With all your coddling, look at her! Can't even start a blood feud for the man who sired her!"

Narcissa waved her wand and Lucius froze in place like a statue.

"Can't you make it last longer?" Darcia asked her mother.

Narcissa shook her head. "He builds up a resistance every time we use it,"

"What if we exorcize him? That's a thing, right?"

Narcissa looked thoughtful. “That is a topic for a future time. Right now, we were discussing how reckless you have been at school. Seriously, risking Harry’s life like that!”

“Cousin Tonks said it’d be fine!” Darcia whined. “Besides, you’re one to talk, mother. You’ve got me beat on felonies committed, by a long shot even.”

“I had to save your aunt!”

“And we had to kill Snape! You weren’t there, mother. He was horrible to Harry.”

As always, invoking Harry’s name seemed to mollify Narcissa’s anger. The fact that the potions master had been affecting poor Harry’s education…If Narcissa was honest, she was proud that her daughter had managed to pull off such a feat.

“Still, we need to talk about the consequences of your actions.” Narcissa shifted gears and Darcia bowed her head, knowing where this was headed. “That poor muggleborn you’ve enslaved,”

“She was going to snitch on us to Dumbledore!”

“What’s done is done, Darcia!” Narcissa snapped. “You will do right by the girl, understood? I want no abuses, no mistreatment, you will let the girl lead as best a life as she can.”

Darcia swallowed back the million retorts that sprung to mind. “Understood.”

Narcissa stared at her for a solid second before she did something Darcia wasn’t prepared for, she opened her arms wide. ‘Come, my daughter, give me a hug.”

“Mother?” Darcia choked out, not remembering the last time she had embraced either of her parents.

Narcissa waved her arms to urge her on, and Darcia tentatively crossed the distance between them, settling in as her mother’s arms closed tightly around her.

She didn’t know why she suddenly felt the need to shed tears, but she did, and she let them fall freely as Narcissa hugged her close. “We have made many wrong decisions, both of us, but we have time now to correct our actions, to change our family name for the better.”

Darcia nodded into her embrace, sniffling along the way as she wasn’t really sure what exactly she was crying over, just that it felt good to shed those tears.

“You’re nothing but a cow! An ingrate! A worthless breeding sow that was sold off to my-” Lucius was frozen in place once more by another application of the spell. Narcissa sighed, maybe moving out of Malfoy Manor would be a good move for them as well. Grandfather’s castle had plenty of room.

...

Hermione Granger was conflicted.

On the one hand, she knew these new feelings were the result of the slave bond. She knew she should not feel this deep devotion to Darcia Malfoy, she should not feel like Darcia’s happiness was her top goal in life. She knew that logically, she should hate the girl who had so crassly used Harry’s heroism to enslave her, she knew that the only reason she didn’t feel that way was because magic compelled her too. It should be easy enough to just deny that magic and follow her logical brain, as she always had before. Two plus two equals four, it shouldn’t matter if some spell made you think differently.

But the reality was that Hermione couldn’t help but feel that way. She couldn’t resent Darcia for what she’d done, she shuddered at the thought of going to a professor and telling them about how she’d been conspiring to kill Professor Snape.

Her life was ruined. Her parents were lost to her, with the only consolation being that they at least wouldn’t have to live with the knowledge that their daughter was a slave. All her goals and aspirations for the future had gone down the drain, she was now at the mercy of the most stuck up arch-pureblood of them all, and the worst part was that she couldn’t even muster up a negative thought about that reality, even though she knew she should.

Hermione hated things that didn’t make sense, things that contradicted the basic laws of logic and nature. And right now, that was her entire existence.

The door to the room creaked open and she glanced up. It was her mistress. She perked up, ready to help in any task her mistress needed done.

“Hermione.” Darcia called her by her name for the first time, Hermione smiled. “Yes, mistress?”

“Do you want to check out the Malfoy library? I’ve been told there’s some cool stuff in there.”

Hermione beamed, her mistress truly was the best. “Of course, mistress, I will do as you wish.”

...

Rita tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in the drawing room.

Narcissa saw her glancing at all the boxes laying around and figured it was a good way to make conversation. “I have decided to move, the manor has lost its charm.”

“I noticed.” Rita said irritably, her fingers drumming on the wooden table as she kept glancing up at the stairwell, where loud moans came in clear as could be. “How much longer?”

Narcissa smiled weakly. “Well, she’s had him for a day and a half now, I figured she should be tiring herself out soon enough.”

“A day and a half!” Rita shrieked. “How are you so calm?! She’s been hogging him for that long?”

“I owe my sister a lot, this is the least I can do.” Narcissa responded sternly.

Another loud wail from Bellatrix accentuated her point.

Lucius was down in the library, yelling at Darcia for daring to let a mudblood into his family’s sacred sanctum, to read books meant only for Malfoy eyes. It had given Narcissa plenty of time to secure the Dark Lord’s book and stash it away in a heavily warded box. Hopefully, between Bella and Arcturus, they could figure out what that thing was.

Rita’s nails dug into the fine leather of the seat, which Narcissa had purchased at a bargain from Lord Selwyn when their family had become destitute. Narcissa was ready to chastise the woman, when she suddenly hopped off her seat.

“Well, l I can’t hold it anymore, I’m going up there and getting some for myself!”

Narcissa didn’t try to stop Rita as she marched upstairs. To be frank, she was a bit desperate for some Harry herself, but she counted this as part of her penance to both Harry and Bellatrix. She was sure she’d get her time with him before they left for Hogwarts tomorrow night. And besides, she’d worked it out with Darcia, her daughter would owl her weekly doses of Harry’s seed in exchange for an increased allowance.

As one set of footsteps disappeared, two more approached.

Darcia and Hermione arrived from the library with an exhausted looking Lucius floating in behind them. Narcissa knew ghosts couldn't get tired physically, but the shade of her ex-husband was certainly mentally tuckered out.

The girls, on the other hand, were both smiling. The Granger girl looked genuinely chipper as she held a book up to her chest, but Darcia's legitimate enjoyment of her company was what left Narcissa most surprised.

"Look what you've done, you dirty whore! Our daughter, the Malfoy heiress, is learning muggle filth!"  Lucius crowed, looking absolutely crestfallen that his legacy was being sullied to such an extent.

"Mother! Hermione speaks of the most wondrous things!" Darcia said with excitement filling her voice. "Tell her, Hermione, about the jellybone!"

Narcissa turned to look at the bushy-haired girl, who smiled happily at her mistress, "Yes mistress. Muggles call it a telephone, it is a device used to communicate."

"You can talk to anyone who has one at their house! No need to send a smelly owl or stick your head in a fireplace." Darcia said, feeling like her slave was underselling it.

"Oh," Narcissa raised an eyebrow, enjoying watching Lucius twist himself into knots. "Do you wish for us to have one, Darcia?"

Darcia wanted to jump and yell out an emphatic yes, but then she remembered herself. She was a pureblood, of the noblest upbringing, she'd been raised to consider muggles inferior, she couldn't just out and say she wanted some muggle contraption in her home.

"Of course not, mother! But, if some lowly muggles can create such things, we can make our own, much better versions!"

Narcissa snorted. "Sounds like a project. You better start applying yourself better in school if you want to come up with anything of the sort."

Darcia's eyes widened. She looked over at Hermione, "We will secure one, for research purposes only."

...

Upstairs, Rita unlocked the door to Bellatrix's room, throwing it open as she stepped bravely into the room, where she was instantly assaulted with the thickest stench of sex she'd ever smelled in her life.

Harry was on top of Bellatrix, his young butt flexing as he thrust into the older woman, who had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. The bed had collapsed at some point, two of its broken legs pointing outward as the frame scraped against Narcissa's fancy imported carpet with each thrust. On the nightstand, a tall pitcher of water lay half-empty, with empty glasses littering the floor.

Harry stopped his thrusting once he became aware of a presence behind him. He turned his head and Bella looked up, her eyes narrowing as she hugged Harry closer to her.

"What do you want?" She hissed.

Rita was too far gone, she would not be intimidated by Bellatrix, not today. "I need him, I need him now!" Rita stalked over to them.

"He's mine!" Bella yelled, baring her teeth.

"Bella, please." Harry said, voice muffled as he spoke into Bella's chest. "Be kind, Miss Skeeter is nice, and besides, you told me she helped you escape."

Bellatrix looked down at Harry with a pout, and the boy answered her with a firm look.

In the past day he'd spent in her embrace, Harry found Bella to be a loving, passionate woman. It hadn't been hard to become attached to her, but he also knew she was a bit possessive, which he didn't mind at all, but she needed to play nice with others. He didn't want other people to dislike Bella because she was rough with them. He liked Bella a lot, and he wanted everyone to get along with her.

"But Harry." She whined. "I don't want to let go of you!"

Harry smiled, that was a simple fix, after all, Daphne did it all the time. "You can still hug me while I help Miss Skeeter feel better."

Bella considered his proposal, and while she didn't exactly love it, she would accept it. "Fine, but I get my turn after her!"

Harry didn't mention that Bella had been having her turn for over twenty-four hours now, he just smiled and nodded.

Happy that it was all settled, Rita dived into them, having removed her clothes in the time it took Harry to convince Bella.

When Darcia, Narcissa and Hermione finally made their way upstairs a few hours later, they found Rita passed out, sucking her thumb as cum leaked out of her pussy. Meanwhile, Bella was on round ninety of riding Harry's cock, which was surely magical with the way it wasn't a chafing mess after so much activity.

"Bellatrix!" Narcissa shrieked. "My bed! My carpet! My beautiful room! What did you do?!"

After Bellatrix ruined her beautiful room, Narcissa considered herself even with her sister, at least for the time being.

...

Which was why the blonde was currently bent over the couch, letting Harry plow her from behind as her tits swung wildly with each thrust.

Bella was on the other couch, glaring at her sister, who was taking Harry's last fuck before the children were to floo back to Hogwarts. She wouldn't be able to see her godson until mid December, and that was over a month and a half away!

Bella's breath hitched, letting out a little mewl as she absently ran her hands through Rita's blonde curls. The journalist was tongue deep into Bella's pussy. She'd been eating her out for over ten minutes and not once had she gone to her clit. For Rita, this was all about lapping up as much of Harry's seed as possible from the other woman.

Bella had wanted to deny her, but Harry gave her those puppy dog eyes and she couldn't help but agree. She'd been filled with bucketfuls over the past few days, so she would begrudgingly offer Rita some scraps.

She needed to find a way into the castle. She needed to talk to Andi. She had to see Harry again soon. He hadn't even left yet and she already missed him.

Narcissa pushed back against Harry as the boy punched his cock into her womb. She wished she could have more time with him, but she would just need to cherish this one moment with him. She focused on the way his cock was drilling into her, the way her body shook and trembled as his hands squeezed her shapely butt in order to find purchase.

She let herself be swept away by the haze of lust and love as Harry dominated her, took her like a bitch in heat. She couldn't imagine what he'd be like once he became a man, he would be an unstoppable force, a studly bull constantly among submissive sows.

Darcia and Hermione were watching all of these activities from the furthest couch out, which was actually a loveseat, meaning the Malfoy heiress and her slave were in a very tight fit.

Darcia had become so used to witnessing debauched scenes like this, she didn't even bat an eye. Hermione, on the other hand, was most certainly a blushing virgin, and she couldn't help but gawk at what she was witnessing.

"M-Mistress." She said as she sank into the loveseat. "Will I be required to take part in those activities?"

Dardia looked at her slave. Her mother's words rang through her head, she would not force her into anything. "Do you want to participate, Hermione?"

Hermione could not lie to her mistress, magic made it an impossibility. "Yes, but I'm afraid." She put her hands over her mouth, shocked by what she'd just said.

Darcia smiled, gently. She didn't know why, but the more she got to know Hermione, the more endearing the girl became to her.

She'd spent so much time growing up despising muggles and muggleborns due to her father's words, and yet the first muggleborn she gets to talking to, she can't help but find impossibly cute. Even with her buck-teeth.

"We can take it slow, Hermione, ease you into it. Would you like to learn how to kiss first?"

Hermione's eyes were downcast as she answered meekly. "Yes."

Darcia lifted the girl's chin up, meeting her honey-brown eyes with her own dark blues. She leaned forward and Hermione closed her eyes, shuddering in anticipation until she finally felt her mistress' lips close over her own.

Darcia had shared many kisses before, but this one with Hermione was the only one that rivaled kissing Harry. There was a spark of something there, to which Darcia didn't give much thought, she just went with the flow as she pushed her tongue into Hermione's mouth.

Soon the two girls were making out, with Hermione on Darcia's lap as the blonde buried her hand in the other girl's bushy hair, a thick mess that Darcia had made fun of many times. Now, she found that she enjoyed having her hand completely tangled in it.

Narcissa pulled away from Harry, just so she could turn around and face the boy while he fucked her.

She saw that Bellatrix had tired of Rita, and her sister had come over to hug Harry from behind, her large tits spilling over the top of Harry's head. Narcissa couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips as she spread her legs wide and leaned back, beckoning the boy, who was half blinded by breasts, towards her center.

Harry pushed in and Narcissa had to close her eyes. Drinking his cum out of vials simply did not compare, but she didn't allow herself to go down that rabbit hole, she just continued to enjoy the moment as the strapping young boy rutted into her pussy.

Rita had crawled over on all fours, hoping that Bella would allow her to be near Harry if she acted submissively. It worked, as Bella let the woman kiss the side of Harry's thigh and wrap her arms around his leg as he fucked Narcissa deep into the couch.

Farewells were always hard, and none were worse than the three older women that had to bid Harry adieu.

For Rita, who thought finally getting her fix would even her out and let her return to her previous life, found herself even more trapped in the web of the Black family. She knew there was no going back now, she couldn't escape Harry Potter's orbit.

For Narcissa it was a similar feeling. She'd been left wanting more, and she vowed that she would secure her time during Christmas break, now that she'd let Bella have hers.

Bellatrix, who hugged Harry for the fifth time when the boy was supposed to step into the fireplace, knew that she would devise a way into the school. She would not be apart from her Harry for long, not anymore.

Finally, they were able to extricate Bella from Harry and the three children said their final goodbyes, disappearing in flashes of green flames.

Narcissa sighed, this was also a goodbye for her. "Bella, why don't you head over to grandfather's, I want to do a final check of the house."

"Sure." Bella said, eager to talk to Andi before her sister left for Hogwarts.

"Rita, you know the new address," Narcissa nodded towards the other woman.

Rita returned the gesture. "I already have the Christmas holiday circled on my calendar."

Narcissa smiled. "Just remember, you work for us now."

"I work for Harry." Rita corrected.

"That's more than good enough." Narcissa said.

The two women left and Narcissa searched the house. Everything of value had been moved over to Chateau Black. Bellatrix had looked over all of Lucius' dark artifacts, keeping some and destroying the rest. Narcissa did not want to leave anything to chance, the manor's wards were on lockdown, meaning nothing could come in or out. Mail would automatically be redirected to the Chateau.

The manor would be a tomb. But no chances could be taken when the Dark Lord was involved, and so nothing of any value would be left.

"He'll have your head, Narcissa. He'll return, and when he does, he'll slaughter all of you."

Lucius was floating in a dark, empty hallway, surrounded by the portraits of his ancestors, stuck to their single portrait after Narcissa had made sure to deactivate their connection to the outside world.

"Goodbye, Lucius. I'll make sure to check in every so often." Narcissa said coldly.

She would need to visit. Leaving an ancient manor unoccupied with a ghost still inside was a ready-made recipe for the place to become haunted, for dark creatures that answered to no human magic to breed.

"You ruined everything, Narcissa. You realize that, don't you? And for what? To get your rocks off with a pathetic little halfblood that will be drawn and quartered by our Lord?"

"You got what you wanted, didn't you Lucius? You have your manor, all to yourself. You'll forever be among your beloved forefathers."

Narcissa spun on her heels, briskly walking away, leaving Lucius alone in the sudden pitch black of his ancestral home.

"The world turns, Narcissa, and it rains on the just and the unjust alike."

Lucius' words were not heard by his wife, but a cold chill ran through the manor, making Narcissa shiver before she spun in place, abandoning the once magnificent home.

...

When they returned back to their dorm, Daphne and Susan both jumped desperately on Harry. Darcia rolled her eyes, letting the girls drag the boy away without a word while she took Hermione over to where Pansy and Tracey were playing exploding snaps.

...

"That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard!"

Bellatrix pouted. Andi would usually at least humor her stupid ideas.

"What's so stupid about it?"

"One, you were always just alright at potions, you're definitely not good enough to teach a class."

"How hard can it be?!"

Andromeda's stern look brokered no argument.

"Seriously woman, you just broke out of prison, and you would risk going back to be around your godson?" Arcturus spat while he waited by the oven, his Focaccia only a few minutes away from being done, “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Narcissa with something? Something dangerous and dark that involves that boy?”

Bella ceased her childish act, her face instantly turning serious.

She’d forgotten about that. The Dark Lord had done something. Some dark, forbidden magic had been at play the night he’d tried to kill Harry, and her godson was still suffering from it. Harry had a cursed scar, and the Dark Lord had left some sort of artifact so perverse that Narcissa had been able to pick up its stench even from among a smorgasbord of dark items.

She needed to focus. Harry’s safety was the most important thing, her own need to be by his side could wait. But once she solved the mystery of whatever old Voldie had done to her Harry, she would find her way to Hogwarts to be by his side, and now that she had time to think about it, she’d figure out a method that wasn’t dependent on either of her sisters.

...

Narcissa arrived at Chateau Black, to see Bella, knees up on the chair and one arm wrapped around her knees, meekly chewing on a small square of bread that appeared to be seasoned with herbs. In front of her, there was a small dish with olive oil.

“What is that?” Narcissa asked.

“Grandfather made it, it’s incredible. Wish we had this back when we used to come here as kids.” Bella dipped the bread in the olive oil, closing her eyes when she took another bite out of it.

Narcissa saw the big square loaf, already missing a few pieces. She knew for a fact that Bella had been the one to cut an irregularly shaped piece from the dead center of the bread, it was in her nature to be chaotic, after all, she couldn't help it.

Narcissa cut a piece of her own and tasted it, her eyes instantly widening as her taste buds exploded in a kaleidoscopic mix of flavors. This was the best damn thing she’d ever eaten!

“Merlin! This is fucking amazing!” Narcissa said, gaping at Bella as if she would have the answers to their grandfather’s cooking. This man had kept this gift from the world for almost a century? Pureblood society truly was evil.

“You’ve got a letter, by the way.” Bella said absently, pointing at an envelope laying near the edge of the kitchen table. “Owl seemed pretty pissed, so I’m thinking it went all the way to Malfoy Manor before having to come here.”

Narcissa blinked, walking over to the table. She hadn’t been expecting anything.

She grabbed the envelope, instantly recognizing the Greengrass seal. Curious about what official business Andronicus Greengrass could possibly have with her, she opened it up.

Narcissa gasped, the letter falling from her hands as she stared down at the parchment as it plopped down on the counter. She wasn't sure what to think at the moment, all she could feel was shock.

“What is it?” Bellatrix asked tensely, standing a few feet away from her sister.

Narcissa turned around, looking at Bella in befuddlement. “It’s from Lord Greengrass, it’s a proposal for a betrothal.”

...

“Mum!”

Andi smiled as she saw Nymphadora skip happily over to her.

“Nymphadora!” She pulled her daughter into a hug, ignoring the way Nymphadora’s nose scrunched up in distaste and her hair turned a vivid red at the mention of her name.

“Mum, our money problems are over!” Nymphadora said happily as she pulled back from the hug, giving her mother a huge grin.

Andromeda couldn’t help but smile back. A Hogwarts professor’s salary was substantial, and with the backing of her family, she would be able to support her daughter in whatever she pursued after graduation. “I know, Nymmy, I know! I’m just grateful to have landed this wonderful job.”

“Oh, I don’t mean the job, mum.” her daughter said, her smile morphing into a more mischievous one, one of those smiles that Andromeda dreaded, because it usually ended with her cursing to high heavens, wondering what she’d done to deserve such a troublesome daughter.

‘What could you possibly be talking about, Nymphadora?”

“I’m pregnant!”