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eroticdelusions · 1 year

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ˢ - 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

Warnings: smut, dom!reader, sub!narcissa

You kissed her back, grasped her waist, and pushed her even further up the wall. Your hand went up and down her body to her pelvis, teasing her. Your lips proceeded to her jawline, making sure you didn't miss anything. You then began to kiss and sucking your way down her neck to her sweet spot. Her mouth made a little sound, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You smiled as you went up and kissed her again, then pushed her dark green dress down her body, exposing herself completely. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. With her black velvet heels, she quickly kicked it away. You tutted, "Naughty girl, just begging to be touched, hm?"

When you looked up at her, her dark eyes were already fixed on you. You knew what she wanted: to be fucked like the desperate whore she was.

You quickly fastened your lips onto her nipple, causing her to gasp. You swirled your tongue around it, then lifted your left hand to take the other one into your fingers.

You discarded both and returned to her pelvis, teasing her. "Please..." she whimpered as she looked down at you. "And what would you like me to do, flower?" you chuckled against her skin, making her shudder.

Her cheeks flushed even as she thought about what she wanted you to do to her. "Touch me, plea-"  You cut her off, which irritated her greatly. "Hmm, do I really want to do that?" Or do I want to see you squirm?"

She frowned, unsure what to say. But you couldn't say no to this little beauty, so you waited for her to respond. "Please, baby," she whispered as you stepped back up to kiss her.

Because of the nickname, you reddened. Your hand trailed its way down Narcissa's breasts and abdomen, then halted between the older woman's thighs, pushing against her smooth, delicate little cunt, causing a quiet moan from the older woman.

You ran your fingers along her slit, slightly brushing her sensitive spot. A whimper filled the room, turning you on even more. As your fingers circled her clit, your tongue crept into her lips.

"Please," she sobbed, attempting to remain silent, "use your fingers-" You complied by shoving two fingers into her already-soaked cunt. However, you didn't move them. "Merlin, Cissa, you're tight." In response, she groaned and jerked forward into you.

"Such pretty noises," you purred, sinking your head to latch your lips onto Narcissa's delicate neck, causing Narcissa to cry and clutch your waist with her hands. Her hands were so tight around your waist that her knuckles had turned white, and you had hardly started.

"Such a gorgeous girl," you hummed against Narcissa's soft skin. "What a pretty little body. Look how it moves for me." Narcissa was so overcome with pleasure that she couldn't respond.

"So wet," you commented, almost mockingly. "Does your husband even touch you? Cissy, you're starving." Your teeth nibbled at Narcissa's neck, causing her to gasp shallowly and tilt her head back even further. "That man is an idiot. He had you in his bed every night and never touched you?" You made a smirk.

"He never spread your pretty little body across his bed, took you hard and stretched your tiny hole?"

Narcissa shook her head, out of breath. "N-no," she wept. "He never touched me..."  You muttered something. "What a fool." You continued to suck and kiss her neck.

"Please move them," she whimpered, indicating to your fingers within her. Your skilful fingers circled Narcissa's clit until the older woman was gasping and writhing, pushing her hips up to seek more, and then abruptly, without warning or saying anything, your two fingers pounded in and out of Narcissa's cunt, prompting a little scream from the woman.

"You truly are starved," you remarked once again, repeatedly plunging your fingers into Narcissa's tight heat until she was almost weeping sliding slowly down the wall. "And tight. You can't even take a good fucking without crying."

As you caught her with your free hand, you grabbed her thigh, touching her ass. You looked at her deep brown eyes. Though her tears didn't fall, they welled up somewhat till her eyes gleamed with them as she struggled to process the incredible pleasure she wasn't used to the feeling, her body demanding for more.

She placed her arms around your neck for support, burying her head there as well. As she bit at your neck, her beautiful moans and screams were almost muffled.

You could hear yourself fucking her. The wet sounds from your fingers thrusting in and out of her, her soft moans filled the room. Her head falls back when you add a third finger, stretching out her tight walls.

When you noticed that she was looking away from you, your motions came to a complete halt. "I want to see your gorgeous little face when I have you cumming all over my fingers as I fuck you. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes! Please don't stop—" When you resume your motions, she is cut off. Your fingers return to her clit, pushing more more firmly.

This time she screams out loud, and her legs tremble violently. Your gaze rises to her hot face, her lips wide and her eyes rolling, her bared, exquisite chest rising and falling so forcefully that her breasts practically bounce. Her legs totally give out, and you can see she's only minutes from from coming undone.

"Y/n, just like that!" She whimpers as your motions get more intense.

She gives out a loud sob as her inner muscles tighten around you almost excruciatingly tightly. Her body trembles from head to toe, her little body sliding down the wall as her muscles fail and she is unable to stand on her own.

You lower her down inch by inch, continuously hammering her with your fingers and circling her clitoris while she grips you tighter and tighter, whimpers following her convulsions. "Let it all out, Princess. Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my fingers."

"F-f-uuuuck," she shrieks as she plunges headfirst into an earth-shattering climax. Her facial expression was enough to get you off right there. A warm liquid coats your fingertips, and you watch it fall to the floor, almost fascinated.

You unhook your thumb from her intimate centre and lower your knee beneath her as she collapses the rest of the way down the wall. You take care not to let her frail and defenceless body fall exposed on the floor.

Her trembling thighs clamp around yours as your fingers assist her through the last of her climax. She bucks a bit, her sweaty face buried against your neck and her fists balled into your chest, clenched around what she can get hold of of your bra, which is drooping over your shoulders.

She was gasping for air. When she appears to become too sensitive to the continued simulations, with a faint wince flashing across her face and through her hips, you withdraw your fingers completely and instead circle your arms around her curled body to pull her more snugly against you as you soothe circles into her shoulders with one thumb.

She continues to carefully rub herself on your leg, and you can feel your skin getting moist with her cum. She lets out one more little sob of ecstasy before fully stilling, lovingly nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. You can't stop the adoring smile from spreading over your face as you embrace her still-shivering body.

She raises her head to look at you after a while. "Thank you," she says. "For what, flower?" you ask, perplexed.  She doesn't respond, instead, snuggles back into your neck. You sigh and smile to yourself,

"Come on Cissa, let's get you cleaned up.”

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Mother reader and Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa as reader daughters?

Mother reader and daughters Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa. Did I understand your question correctly?

Every time the reader finds out that she is pregnant, she is very happy. She has been taking very good care of herself throughout her pregnancy. She reads books on babies and motherhood. She loves to knit and buy things for her babies. No matter how hard the birth was, every time she holds her baby in her arms, she sheds tears of happiness. She does not use nanny or house-elf in the care of his children.

Bellatrix is your first child and first daughter. She always had a special fascination with the dark arts. You are the only person Bellatrix trusts the most and lowers her shield against. Bellatrix is always protective of you and her sisters. Always is respectful towards you. Even if there are arguments between you, you can never be offended.

Andromeda is your middle child and second daughter. Your daughter has a calmer personality compared to her older sister. She loves to read books and learn something. Your daughter trusts you with all her secrets. She always comes to you first for trust and support. She always listens to your advice.

Narcissa is your last child and third daughter. She is truly a Princess. Everyone's favorite and favorite. She likes to get all your attention and attention. She loves shopping together and trying on clothes and jewellery. She spends most of his time with you and Andromeda.

You and your three daughters have a wonderful mother and daughter relationship. Each in their own way shows that they love you. It is your hobby to comb, braid and collect your girls' hair in different ways. You're having girls' day and pajama parties together. You defend your daughters against everyone. Your girls aren't afraid to be themselves around you.

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 1 year

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'tis the damn season

Note: After a long waiting, the next chapter is here. Yes, we just had Easter, and yes, this is a Christmas oneshot but let it be. Enjoy!🤍

Previous chapter here

Warnings: yet again a lot of pining, fluff, hinted but not explicit NSFW stuff

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My dearest,

When I’m asking you to tell me how you’re doing, I don’t mean what people you’re entertaining in your new mansion and what parties you hold there. I genuinely want to know how YOU are. I left for a reason and you know it, Narcissa, so I beg you to stop reminding me of people I want to forget and places I no longer wish to step in.

I’m well aware I’m the cause of the ache you might feel because I feel it too. It’s dull but it throbs every time I think about you. And lately all I can think about is you, is us. How all this could be different. It’s a selfish thing to do now that you started a family, so I’ll keep it short.

I’m coming home for the holidays. I’m not going to come to the manor, but if you want to see me, I thought you should know I’ll be staying at my parents’ house. They’ll be gone at some ball or another the entire time, and since I’m not invited after what I did two years ago, we’ll have the place mostly to ourselves. That if you would come.

If you accept, I’ll be yours for as long as you decide to stay. It’s the most I can do, and so we’ll be even. I was yours before your wedding as you asked me to, and now I’ll be yours for the holidays. I’m offering. ‘Tis the damn season after all.

If you don’t, I’ll understand. I won’t hold a grudge on you and I will let you go. You deserve to be happy and if this, me, keeps you from your happiness, I’ll retreat myself and make sure we won’t ever cross paths again.

Take care of yourself and remember: he’s dreamy, he’s shiny, but the world doesn’t revolve around him. You are the Sun.

Love x

From the moment I sent the letter and until I heard the flames of the fireplace announcing the appearance of someone, I forgot about the deal I proposed to her. Not really, but ever since I thought about it I kept my expectations as low as possible. I couldn’t bear another heartbreak. So when I went into the living room to see who was there, I thought it was my mother forgetting something. Instead I was met with the coldest blue eyes I ever set mine on, a pair of eyes I have memorized and tried and failed to reproduce on a piece of paper in moments of longing.

“Darling.” Her voice sounded broken, as if she hadn’t used it for a long time.

“Narcissa.” Mine sounded more like the voice of a spoiled child when they get what they craved for ages. “You’ve come! Does that mean…?”

“Yes, darling! I can’t let you slip through my fingers. I want you to keep looking for me. You’re my happiness, not Lucius.” She steps closer to my freezing body, and I could feel her warmth enveloping me with every step she took.

“What did you tell him?”

“He says he has some business to do for the Dark Lord. But I happen to know he’s at Spinner's End.” I knew what that entailed. He couldn’t get past Severus the same way she seemed to not get past me. “Are we alone?”

“Except you, me, and a couple of house elves, we indeed are all alone.” Narcissa’s shoulders relaxed visibly at my statement but her hands kept fidgeting and I couldn’t help but notice the seemingly freshly red painted nails she started wearing after she became a Malfoy. Not even her wedding ring bothered me anymore. She assured me the night before her marriage that it was a piece of costume for the greatest show she’ll star in. But the red nails that started showing up after the ceremony were my reminder that no matter how much she told me she wanted me, she belonged to another person and to another world.

I grabbed her hand. It was cold, a coldness I missed touching and feeling it run on my skin.

“What do you say? We grab some bottles of wine, we ask the elves for some food, and we go upstairs to my rooms?”

“As long as you don’t let go of my hand, I’ll do whatever you want.” Her eyes and smile were enough to let me know I had her all to myself. They’re mischievous like when we were students and I can’t help my mind but wonder about all the times she had the exact same expression of sheer playful menace plastered on her face.

I didn't let go of her hand as we made our way to my father’s supposedly secret alcohol stash and grabbed a bottle each. We couldn’t take more because then we’d had to stop holding hands and we both refused that. She didn’t let go of my hand either. Crushing my hand into hers, afraid of losing me in my chaotic running up and down.

I don’t know how we got into my room. I was too dizzy at that point and couldn’t wait to take her in, to make her demonstrate it’s not just a dream.

“You’re so flushed right now, darling!” It was so pleasant to hear her careless laugh. Narcissa was panting for air just like I was, only she didn’t want to admit it. You could just sense it in her slightly straining voice.

“Merry Christmas, Narcissa!,” I exclaimed, letting go of her hand as I brought my bottle of wine into her view. She responded by pulling me into a kiss.

She was like a starved animal, punishing my lips and tongue, clawing at my clothes. She pushed me on my bed and as she brought her face once again closer to mine, I could see her blue orbs surrounded by thin red threads in a tearless cry. She got closer to my cheek, whispering her confession.

“I hate being apart from you. You make it worse with those letters you insist on sending me. I hate that Lucius has Severus at his beck and call whenever he wants and I had to wait two years to even set my eyes on your figure again. I hate that you even suggested a final break when we haven’t even got to explore what really is between us…” She hesitated for a moment and then she continued. “I hate how you look at me right now, as if I’m once again a child that bit too much and now can’t chew.” I wasn’t even aware of how I looked at her. I was too lost in her words. That night was the first time her real self emerged in front of me.

“Narcissa, you’re not a child, you’re a married woman who I’m sure is aware of the risks of being caught inside another woman’s sheets.”

“And I don’t care as long as you're the other woman.” I knew at that moment she meant it. She wanted to escape her controlled world, to live as she wanted but couldn’t, even if that meant a few hours of bliss.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m in love.”

“So am I.” She once again captured my lips with hers, taking her time to taste and explore with her hands.

It was like the first time again. Both of us amazed by the other's softness, the curves that fit in the other's palm perfectly, the wetness that didn’t seem to end but actually grow no matter how many times one threw the other in the abyss of pleasure.

We ended up cuddling and facing each other, legs tangled with the duvet, not wanting to let go, not wanting to interrupt the silence, caressing one another, whispering sweet nothings that I was aware the next day would seem blatant lies.

“Narcissa…” I tried to catch her eye but she ignored me.

“We forgot about the wine, did we?” She escaped my arms, shifting her body so she can get out of bed. “I think now it’s the perfect moment for it anyway. Though I’m sure it’s not as rich in flavor as you are.” She turned to look at me then, ignoring my silent pleading with her sensual smile on her lips.

“Narcissa…”

“Let me just grab a bottle and the glasses and I’ll be right back.”

“Narcissa…”

“What?” She was starting to get angry as she turned her naked torso toward me.

“What will happen tomorrow? Are you going to go to your husband pretending none of this happened? Will you continue calling me once in a while, when you feel like it?”

“Let’s not think about this right now.” Narcissa sounded defeated.

“Then when, if not now?”

“Later.”

We ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, clinging to each other like an anchor clings to a rock on the bottom of the ocean in the middle of the storm. We didn’t realize that we were in the eye of the hurricane then, and that the actual storm hadn't actually hit us yet.

I woke up with the urge to look for her, and opening my eyes I saw she was right there in front of me, caressing my face with her fingers.

Suddenly, her voice, a little harsh from sleep, interrupted the peaceful morning. “I thought and now I know the answer. Move in with me, my love!”

“That’s insane, Narcissa.” I remember I scoffed at the proposal, and Narcissa lifted herself onto her elbow to assert dominance and seriousness in her conclusion.

“It’s the most sane decision I ever made in my life. Come with me to the manor. I love you, you love me. Why don’t we see how this will play out?”

“How about Lucius? Our parents?”

“Lucius doesn’t have a say in this if he wants me to keep up appearances. And we’re friends, good friends, that’s what our parents will know.”

Indeed Lucius had to shut up about this or his affair would be exposed, and it wouldn’t have been the first time anyone got invited for a longer period of time at the Malfoy Manor so it could have worked.

“I’ll kill Lucius if he does you wrong.”

“I know, my love!” She softened then, her body lowering again next to mine, her gaze relaxed and full of joy. But there was something else nagging my thoughts.

“I’m aware you have to try for a child until you finally get an heir, but promise me this: once you have a baby boy, will you be truly mine?”

“I don’t know how much that will take. Or if it will ever happen. My father always wanted a boy and ended up with three girls. But I can promise you this: my heart is and will be forever yours. My body is just a vessel, but my spirit is only mine and I give it entirely to you.I am yours, and not anyone else’s, because I chose that. Like you wrote, I’m the Sun and I choose you.”

She indeed chose me, though she had to lose me too, over and over, though she kept her promise. I had and still have her heart, and I hope I will take better care of it in the future.

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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narcissa treating us like we’re helpless is the best thing ever??!

like just imagine she’s punishing us for being bratty and so she has her trying to get ourselves off but obviously because “we’re too little” we can’t do it and she just watches us struggle and it’s just so so hot istg 😫

a/n: Narcissa USING THAT CONDESCENDING TONE WILL BE MY WEAKNESS 🧎‍♀️

Reminder my requests for drabbles/headcanons for (mostly)Narcissa and Sev are open!! Just send them to my asks 😁

Warnings: NSFW 18+, female reader, dom cissa, degradation,

I imagine she would’ve caught you trying to touch yourself without her explicit permission. Right after she told you to be patient as she had some work to finish up and then she would take care of you. Instead you decided to be bratty and take care of it yourself.

So there she found you all spread out on your shared bed, trying to touch yourself the same way she did. But your fingers weren’t as skilled and you couldn’t reach the same spots that she could. She sat watching you in the doorway struggling to finish with a smirk plastered on her red tinted lips.

When you finally looked up and made eye contact with her a series of whimpers left you, which only made her smirk grow. “You having trouble there little one?”

Feeling too needy to speak, you nodded your head eagerly. Hoping she would feel sorry for you and come use her lovely fingers or even her sinful tongue on your aching cunt.

Normally you would’ve immediately stopped your ministrations when caught breaking a rule, but Merlin she looked so good. Her two-toned hair draping over her exposed shoulders and the silk camisole she wore to bed clinging tightly to her curves. Perfectly showing off the tops of her breasts.

“Keep going for me darling. Try your hardest to come for me, yes?”

And try you did, but despite your best efforts it was all in vain. It was like a scratch you couldn’t quite reach. Your frustrated moans finally pulled her from the doorway and she joined you on the bed. She cooed lightly and cupped your cheek. “Do you need help baby?” She used that condescending tone that always made your knees weak.

Your exaggerated nods made her chuckle as she trailed open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones. “Course you do. You’re too little to do it all by yourself.” Her hands slid down the curves of your body. Pushing you down into the mattress as her lips and tongue mapped your body.

When she reached your aching center, her fingers ghosted over your clit. Before you had a chance to lift your hips and grind against her, she pulled away. “However, naughty girls don’t get what they want.”

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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once | narcissa malfoy.

-> prompts chosen by @natashxromanovf for my mystery drabble event.

you no longer recognised the woman who stood before you. once, she had embraced her unadulterated light and rivalled the sun for its warmth and brilliance, but now she was shrouded in darkness, cowering where things went to decay and rot away. her terrible decision had been followed by many of those equally as terrible, and she showed little remorse.

whether she felt guilt or regret you could not tell, though once you had been able to read her like a familiar, open book, that took delight in being studied. but it started weeks ago, the process of shutting herself away and building defences so carefully and intricately that you could not penetrate.

"lucius, would you give me a moment?" narcissa asked her new boyfriend.

lucius followed her stare and cocked an eyebrow in disapproval, but nodded her off anyway.

you were waiting for her at the end of the street, knowing that this would be the only goodbye you would ever have, though you had never anticipated saying those words to one another.

she looked cold. "what do you want?" she asked you abruptly.

"don't you know?" you scoffed, throat catching a whimper.

"get it over with then, you know i hate goodbyes," she reminded you, and you thought there was a ghost of a smile on those warm lips of hers.

the right thing to do, you knew, was to cut ties with her as painlessly as possible, to say your goodbye and leave without a second glance or whispered secret. but narcissa's sullen eyes flashed a twinge of repentance as you were about to begin the dreaded sequence.

"what happened?"

"i-" she hesitated, looking back to lucius who was most certainly listening in, "nothing happened," her eyes turned to stone.

"i loved you," you choked out, "i can't believe you've changed so much as to forget what we had."

"i haven't changed," she lied.

"well then. i let you in, you and your poison, and you let me. and now i'm no good."

she fought with herself, pressing her fingernails into the palm of her hand and biting her bottom lip so hard she would surely taste blood in the coming seconds. but it was the only way to combat her sobs. she walked over to you calmly, her eyes distant, her smile absent, and the only thing that gave her away were her trembling hands.

"goodbye," she whispered in your ear, wrapping her arms around you one final time, her mouth lingering next to your neck.

you already missed her, though she was right in front of you, almost the spitting image of the girl she once was, but so different beyond the surface. over the years, each crack would remind her of the light within, perhaps too harsh of a reminder, and you hoped she would miss you as fiercely as you missed her. no pleasantries.

"i made my choice," she said, halfway back to her new decision, stood between her past and future, her best and her worst.

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dracolilhoe · 18 days

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The Girl I love (Narcissa Malfoy x Y/n)

Narcissa Malfoy x fem!reader

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Warnings - Story written in the form of a poem

Summary: Narcissa talking about her love for Y/n... but with an unexpected twist.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

The girl that makes me smile is the girl I Love

The girl that makes me laugh is the girl I Love

The girl that comforts me is the girl I Love

The girl that gives the best hugs is the girl I Love

The girl with the pretiest smile is the girl I Love

The girl with the kindest words is the girl I Love

The girl I Love that wiped my tears... is the one that caused them...

The girl who I Loved was the one I Lost...

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yrluvjane · 2 years

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Opinions and HC on Narcissa Black?

Narcissa is responsible, elegant, quiet and so on. She doesn't talk much but her eyes are hawk-like, they catch everything. She hears everything and sees everything.

She's very observant and can tell if you're feeling uncomfortable, sad, anxious or you're stressed. She's very calm and patient and knows how to handle a fight between you after a long day.

She's a hopeless romantic under that icy wall, she wants all the sweet thing in life. She wants to fall in love, get married, have kids and grow old watching her grandchildren.

She's very protective and loving and understands if you need space after an argument. Even if you refused to talk to her, she'd still get you presents, personally make you tea and get you your favorite comfort food or something.

She'd sit with you in silence until you're ready to talk and then she'd just wrap you in a blanket of love for a few days.

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morwap · 2 years

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narcissa black

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➸ nothing written for narcissa yet! but i’m working on it check blurbs there might be something written or send a request!

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eroticdelusions · 2 years

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O Children ᶠ

Warnings: alcohol, fluff

Summary: For the holidays, you are staying with the Malfoys. Because of the time you've spent together, you and Narcissa have grown closer. Narcissa is concerned about Draco and the possibility that he will not return in time for Christmas, so you try to cheer her up.

"Come on Narcissa, it's only one drink, we're not doing anything illegal." "Yes, but what if Draco comes back and he's injured?" she shook her head, looking worriedly at the door. "He won't be, I promise," you moved closer to her on the sofa and held her hands.

"Lucius will look after him!" "I doubt it," she murmured under her breath, but you didn't say anything since you didn't want to involve yourself with her marriage. She moved her gaze to your hands entwined. She clearly does not have faith in her husband.

"Come on, Narcissa, I bet he'll be back tomorrow morning, and we'll all be able to spend Christmas together."

You chuckled as she turned her head away. "I can play you some music after if you want?" You knew how much she liked you playing the piano. Her head spun around, and her eyes glowed with excitement. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning, which was understandable given that it was Christmas Eve. ''Really? Deal!''

She took the wine from the cupboard; it was expensive and fancy, so you had no idea what it was. She poured two glasses, one for herself and one for you. You both sat there for quite some time, chatting about life and school. By this point, you had almost finished your glass.

You returned your gaze to Narcissa, who was already staring at you, and there was a spark between you. It filled your entire body with joy, a happiness you had never felt before. You were sure she felt it as well. She broke the non-awkward stare after a few seconds.

You were a lightweight, so you could tell the alcohol was getting into your system. She began to pour more wine into your glass. "What are you doing, Narcissa? Didn't we agree on one glass?'' you were confused. You weren't complaining, but her attitude had completely changed, which was unexpected. She appeared to have forgotten about Draco and his mission. ''It's only one more, I hope you don't mind.''

To be honest, you didn't, but she didn't allow you to say anything. "So, Y/N, I've never asked you this, but are you and Draco you know,'' she paused, ''dating?"

"Pfff. Me dating him? Never." She chuckled. "I'm not saying he's not attractive, but I'm not really into that..." you added. She tilted her head, unsure of what you were saying. "I mean, he's my best friend, and I'm not into guys," you explain. You could feel the heat on your face. Her lips were slightly tilted upwards, which perplexed you. Why was she happy about that? After a few more brief conversations, you were completely out of control of your body, as was Narcissa.

She jumped out of her seat and grabbed your free hand, forcing you to stand. "Come on, let's go! Play the piano as you promised!" she begged, which made you laugh. You set your empty wine glass on the table and joined her at the piano. She sat on the seat, giddy as a child, and patted a spot for you to sit. You sat down and began playing her favourite song, O' Children. ''Come on dance with me, Y/N!''

"I'd have to stop playing then, and we'd have no music." You thought it was impossible to play the piano with magic, however, almost anything is possible with magic. ''Nonsense! This is a special piano; all you have to do is start playing it so it knows what to do."

She then waved her wand at the piano, causing it to play itself. She jumped out of her seat and grabbed you, nearly knocking you over. "Come on, Y/N!!" you chuckled and moved in closer. The moment you both started moving, the majority of your nerves dissipated in the combined swells of music and pleasure. You felt right in her arms, and she felt right in yours, the steps between you flowing like sighs against a silk pillow.

You danced. You danced as if no one was watching because no one was, and you were finally able to be yourself. You jumped around the room, spun around, smiled, and laughed. The music flowed through your bodies, the upbeat rhythm heightening your already fantastic mood. You were happy. It was pure bliss. There was no other way to describe it; you were simply happy. Her dreamy chocolate eyes glistened, and a smile spread across her delicate cheeks.

Uncontrollable emotions flooded your body, and your fingers tingled with delight. Your body was acting on its own, with no chains to keep you from entering this pure paradise. "HEY, LITTLE TRAIN, WE'RE JUMPING ON" Narcissa almost screamed, "THE TRAIN THAT GOES TO THE KINGDOM," you joined in. "WE'RE HAPPY MA, WE'RE HAVING FUN." You were now jumping and dancing around the room, following each other's steps. "THE TRAIN AIN'T EVEN LEFT THE STATION."

You drew closer together as the chorus came to an end. She made you feel at ease as if you could confide in her and tell her anything. You hadn't known her for a long time, but you sensed a connection between you for reasons you couldn't explain. You fixed your gaze on a face a bit higher than yours, and your eyes locked as if she had been staring at you before. As you danced in sync, never looking away from one another, your bodies perfectly fit together.

For a brief moment, you contemplated her look, you had never realised how beautiful she was. Her hair was bi-coloured and styled in a half-up half-down which flowed over her shoulders. Her cherry-sweet lips parted as she fell into a daydream. Her pencil-thin brows flowed gracefully down to her black, spider-like lashes. She had the most beautiful dark eyes and the most graceful figure you'd ever seen.

You were completely fascinated by her. You couldn't get enough of her scent, whatever combination of mint and rose it was. It made you feel as if I'd ingested the most potent love potion, turning your mind fuzzy, your heart fanciful, and everything around you into an array of colours. At that moment, you realised you were head over heels in love with this woman.

You fell into step, allowing the beat to guide your movements. Everything around you vanished, including the scenery and melody. It was just you and her. As you danced through the night, your cheeks reddened and your eyes were fixed on each other.

Her dark-red lips parted, and then a gorgeous smile stretched over her face. Your hand brushed across her waist. You felt free and as if the chains that had bound you had been broken. You were completely focused on her.

As the music slowed, she drew you close to her chest and you wrapped your arms around her neck. As you rested your head on her shoulder, her bi-coloured curls brushed past your cheek. Her arms were still clutched around your waist, and you were almost cuddling.

The song had now come to a close. She began to withdraw from you, but your hands clung to her waist, refusing to let go. You realised what you had done, you let go several moments later as you delicately placed her thin hands in yours. You raised your head for a brief period and she was already smiling at you, her chocolate-like eyes twinkling back in greeting.

Her lips went to your ear as she whispered ever so softly,

"You know how to dance, darling.''

When your gazes met once more, a loud bang filled the room, causing both of you to jump. It was fireworks, and thousands of bright colours filled the sky. You had the best view since you were upstairs, and there was a large wall-sized window that looked out into the garden.

Your gaze kept switching back and forth between her eyes and lips, and you leaned forward, as did she. Her face was so close to yours that you could smell the sweet ropy scent of the wine you had been drinking. When your lips met, they locked together as if they were meant to be. your foreheads then met, making you giggle. You were so happy. She made you happy.

''Merry Christmas, Y/N.''

''Merry Christmas, Cissa.''

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa's reaction

yeah plz

Three girls will be surprised. I don't think Andy and Cissa are mean and overreacting. They may even try to connect with the reader and other cousins. Bella may try to taunt Sirius about this. However, after a while, Bella will accompany her sisters and bond with her readers and warts.However, there is a possibility that the girls learned by hearing from the secret conversations of the elders before Sirius found out.

#bellatrix black x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #narcissa malfoy x reader #narcissa black x reader #andromeda black x reader #andromeda tonks x reader #black sisters #the black sisters #black family #black house

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thetorturedpoetsintern · 1 year

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willow

Note: Ever since I listened to evermore from start to finish my brain entered into a Narcissa Malfoy phase. Every single song in that album makes me think of a drabble or oneshot about her and her love, a woman, and their story together. I know willow might be the only straight song in that album, but I don't care. The stories will be published in the order of the songs so I'm leaving it up to you to discover the true order of events. Until then, enjoy!🤍

Warnings: fluff, hinted sexual activities, talk about breakups

Words: aprox 800

No one remembers the moment your life changes. Or the catalyst that caused that changed. I actually know my catalyst, the exact when is uncertain. But I don’t mind when I hear her footsteps coming to climb beside me in bed. Or when we’re getting ready and her perfume mixes with mine. Or when I arrive home and she’s right there waiting for me with a big smile on her red lips.

Anytime I listen to her talk I feel drawn by her voice like a moth to a flame. Words lose their meaning and the air feels insufficient. Did she ruin all my plans? Yes, she did. But I ruined hers too so we’re even.

I didn’t ask for it but when she entered my life, my entire destiny shifted with her movements. No matter what I did I couldn’t escape her. Even when we were apart for more than a decade and I swore to never again think about her, war and longing were my undoing. Our undoing.

When I invited her for a glass of wine one Friday evening I couldn’t believe my ears when she told me she left Lucius. Not exactly left, more they parted by common accord. It would have been a déjà vu if we would have been in a public setting and I were the one to get dumbed.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

“Whatever you want. I just thought you should know…”

Her eyes were lost and I knew it was a bad thing to take advantage of her like that. But I got too tired of seeing my life twisted and turned by others and I took initiative. That when was the moment I knew I would cheat, lie, steal, kill, and torture to get her in my life. Forever, not just for mere moments and memories.

I welcomed her in my future again and she has welcomed me since with her love. No more games, no more heartaches, no more fights about what we are and why we aren’t normal and can’t be normal.

I never married so I never had any children, but she did, she had a child. Draco was by then a young man but even so she missed him.

“You ended it with your husband, not with your son, you know?”

“I know, my love. It’s just… I don’t want to look into Draco’s eyes and see disgust.”

“You can’t know that Narcissa.”

“I don’t want to risk it either way.” I huffed and rolled on top of her, trapping her against me and the mattress. They say women have the natural power of persuasion and as I traced my lips against her neck and my fingertips grazed her earlobe while I tucked a strand of hair granting me access there, I felt it course over her as she shivered slightly.

“Risk it like you risked it with me.Owl him tomorrow morning. You're his mother whether you sleep with a woman or not.”

She owled him that morning and he came to our place. They cried and embraced and they laughed at her stupidity. She thanked me later for pressing her to reach for him.

Then out of the blue Narcissa introduced me to her son as her girlfriend and my heart soared at her words.

“I remember you from when I was little and you used to be a common face at the manor. I missed you,” and he enveloped me in his arms like I was an old friend.

“I never even talked to you before today, how could you possibly..?”

“I noticed,” he interrupted me as he got away to be able to look me in the eye, “because whenever you were there my mother smiled. And when you suddenly weren’t, she got sour and contained. And I love to see my mother smile.” Narcissa smiled at him and I think a tear slipped through her eyelashes.

It was a new thing for me. She didn’t shed a single tear when she left me years ago but then I understood why. Draco helped me understand. She occluded her feelings trying to go back to how her life used to be before acknowledging us.

I try not to think at all the things we could’ve done differently. But it’s not possible. Sooner or later they haunt me and I know they haunt her too. But anytime I go deep in my thoughts she’s there to pull me back and ruin my plans once again. And anytime she goes there I’m right there to ruin her too.

Because she’s my woman, and I’m hers. And no matter the past, she is mine and I am hers and that’s all that matters. With all her flaws and scars and past, all I see when I look at her is a work of art. My work of art.

Next chapter here

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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| 𝐏𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐩 | Narcissa Malfoy

Pairing: Narcissa Black/Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After too much wine Narcissa decides to make you all pretty for her.

Warnings/Contents: smut, mommy kink, alcohol, dom/sub relationships, food play? (sorta?)

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1.5K+

Thank you so much @zennyloves for all your amazing help with this fic!! I love and appreciate you always simping over Cissa with me 💖

Also this fic is based entirely on this photo

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“Lay back” Narcissa gave you a light shove so you fell back against the plush chaise. Her words were slightly slurred, and her balance was off. “Wait here f’me darling.” She placed her half full glass of red wine on the table next to you and stumbled off out of your view to the ensuite bathroom.

You stared at the ceiling. In your drunk haze it felt like the room was slightly spinning. Cissa came back with several items clutched in her hands. She dropped them by the side of the chaise.

Narcissa was nearly as drunk as you, if not more, so she had great difficulty climbing on top of you. She straddled your waist and leaned down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. Her silk robe had fallen open, leaving her completely exposed except for her lace underwear. You could feel her everywhere. Her bare skin brushing up against yours. Her hair was no longer in her normal updo. Instead, it fell down over her shoulders in loose waves.

“Gonna make you look so pretty f’me.” She hummed while still pressing her lips to yours. She tasted of red wine. “Close your eyes princess.” Her words lacked her usual eloquence.

Your eyes fluttered shut. A moments later you felt soft bristles brushing against your eyelids. She must’ve been incredibly close to your face while she worked on applying the makeup as you could feel her small puffs of air fanning over you. You could smell the wine on her breath and her perfume that lingered on her skin. Jasmine and tea rose. You couldn’t stop a smile from forming as you inhaled the comforting scent.

Narcissa dipped a brush into some blush and gently ran it over your cheeks. “Cissa that tickles.” Your eyes flew open, and you fell into a fit of giggles.

“Stop laughing. Not funny. Trying to make you all cute.” She gripped your chin and continued to apply the blush all over your face. “I think I put on too much. Made you all red.” She bit back a laugh. “But you’re still oh so pretty darling.” She ended her sentence with several sloppy kisses all over your face and finally to your awaiting lips. One hand resting on the chaise next to your head and the other cupped your cheek. She eagerly pushed her tongue into your mouth, and you moaned into the kiss. Your hands trailed up the side of her body. Tracing her curves with your fingertips. Eventually you tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss. Her hips ground against yours, searching for any type of friction.

She pulled back from the passionate kiss and stared at your now swollen lips. “I forgot lipstick.” She pouted and bent over to fetch the golden tube. Inside was the signature red that always adorned her lips.

“Cissa…I don’t need-”

“Hush princess. Mummy knows what’s best.” Narcissa held the tube in her non dominant hand, in the other she took up her once abandoned wine glass and took a deep sip. “Pucker those pretty lips for me. Good girl.”

She messily applied the lipstick all over your lips while giggling. Lost in her fit of laughter, she leaned down a bit too much and spilled the remaining bit of her wine all over your chest. The contrast of the liquid against your heated body made you hiss. “Oh dear.” Cissa hiccupped and peered at her now empty glass. “This was my favorite wine.” She eyed where the wine flowed down the curve of your breasts, leaving red streaks in their wake.

“Wouldn’t want to waste a fine vintage such as this.” Narcissa hummed before tracing the red streaks with her tongue. She lapped at your skin, moaning softly in the process. “Tastes even better like this. Fuck y/n you’re perfect.” She groaned and resumed her grinding from earlier.

“Cissa-”

She peppered kisses down your cleavage, pulling your night dress down with every meeting of her soft lips against your tingling skin. She continued her teasing by tracing her tongue in a circle around your nipple but never actually taking it into her mouth. She gave your other breast the same treatment. You began to whimper with need.

“Quiet down.” Narcissa chucked into another open-mouthed kiss against your sensitive neck. “I’ve got you.” She hummed appreciatively. “How would you like this night to end darling? I have a few ideas…” she stroked your tummy. Her manicured nails lightly scratching at your skin made you squirm with desire.

“I-I want-FUCK.”

Your words were cut off when she finally latched onto your nipple and sucked quite aggressively. She pinched at your other hardened bud and pressed her knee against your cunt. “What was that love?” She purred.

Narcissa always became a huge tease when she had a bit too much to drink. She was already a tease, but after one too many glasses of wine she didn’t fall for puppy dog eyes and cute little whimpers anymore.

“Use your big girl words y/n” She ground her knee even harder, pulling even more needy whines from you.

“Touch me. Please.” You panted out. Your hands flew down to hers, trying to push her down to your aching center. This only angered her. She took both of your wrists in her hand and pinned them above your head.

“Keep still and maybe I’ll let you finish.” Narcissa pecked both of your cheeks. When you kept your hands where she placed them, she smiled appreciatively. “Good girl. Now, where were we? Oh yes.”

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of your knickers. Normally Narcissa would tease you further, make you beg for every single thing you wanted until you were a whining mess. Though after copious amounts of wine tonight, all she wanted was to get her favorite little girl off.

She circled your clit with the tips of her fingers. When you raised your hips to meet her touch, she pulled away and tutted. “Stay still.” She ordered. There was no sweetness behind her tone.

Narcissa began to slowly pump a finger into your awaiting entrance. Her blue eyes were still glazed over with drunkenness and lust as she eyed where her finger disappeared inside you. She curled her finger up, attempting to find your g-spot.

She knew she found it when you gasped and bucked your hips forward. “How’s that feel y/n?” She applied more pressure, rubbing the sensitive area in an up and down motion.

“S-So good.” You began to squirm which only pissed Narcissa off. She climbed off of you to lean against the back rest of the chaise. She yanked you up by your wrists until your back was pressed against her chest. She pulled your arms back until you were essentially sitting on your hands. Your breasts jutted out and your legs spread for easy access.

Satisfied by your immobility, she began her slow torturous strokes again. Every time you squirmed she held you down tighter. Narcissa never picked up the pace or added any other fingers. It would never be enough for you to cum, but it would keep you on the edge for as long as she wanted.

This continued for what felt like hours. Eventually you were content remaining in her arms. Reduced to a moaning mess on the edge of an orgasm. Sometimes she would suck at the skin on your neck or nip at your ear lobe. It eventually started to become too much for you. “Does my pretty girl need to cum?” Narcissa finally applied pressure to your clit. Pressure you had been craving ever since the night began. After an incoherent moan and a weak nod, she finally said the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Cum baby. Cum for mummy.”

Your orgasm ripped through you in waves. You clenched down on Cissa’s fingers and bucked wildly against her. She continued to stimulate you through your release. “Atta girl. Good job baby.” She cooed in your ear. You went lax in her hold while small aftershocks wracked your body.

Narcissa pulled her fingers from you and watched your chest rise and fall rapidly. Your mind had gone temporarily blank from the overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even register what was happening until you felt soft silk against your sweaty skin. A thick duvet covering your body and a firm but gentle kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight darling.”

You took a moment to catch your breath before asking, “What about you?” You craned your neck to stare at her. Her hair was messy, and her red lipstick was smeared. She typically would never allow herself to be in such a state, but after all the wine and kissing her appearance was the last thing on her mind.

“Narcissa?” You lightly nudged her which made her groan and pull you even tighter into her embrace. Her breaths were low and even meaning she had already fallen asleep. You snuggled close into her side and relished in the feeling of her cool skin against yours. “Night.” You mumbled.

Tomorrow morning you’d be sure to return the favor.

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 3 months

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I know Snape was the only death eater that was able to produce a patrons and I’d just like to beg your pardon.

Snape conjured a patrons based on an obsession. What he had for Lily might have been love once but let be real, we’ve surpassed that phase. Now it feels like it’s just an obsession over her.

Other than Lily, his life was fucking miserable. His father was a prat and his mother was weird. He got bullied at school and he doesn’t really seem to enjoy his teaching life very much.

It’s also portrayed that his patronus is conjured from love and not happiness.

So excuse me if I feel like any other death eater has happier memories than Severus Snape.

Lucius Malfoy, he’s respected at the ministry and has a wife, a son that he at least cares about, a nice ass mansion. He’s wealthy and grew up in a famous, rich family, why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Bellatrix Lestrange, like the only death eater who really enjoys what she’s doing with Voldemort. She straight up laughs when killing Sirius. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Regulus Black, whose love for his god damn house elf got himself killed. Why can’t he conjure a patronus?

Narcissa Malfoy, who loves her son more than anything, so much that she straight up lied to Voldemort who can read minds just because there’s a chance her son is still alive. Why can’t she conjure a patronus?

Why can’t any of the death eaters conjure a patronus especially since Harry, at 13 years old, could do it based on a made up memory.

It’s a shit excuse to get people to like Snape more.

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cuntrygirlcallista · 5 months

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☆ I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..

draco malfoy has a crush on you…

Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.

Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. It’s not charming at all, it’s actually quite annoying.

He’d have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.

It was a nightmare.

While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.

Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then you’d already pieced it all together.

You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.

“and Draco” you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. “The bragging isn’t going to win me over, I prefer gentleman”

After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you “princess” and surprisingly treating you like one.

You were actually starting to like him

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 months

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Me & The Devil P.1 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

Set during Order of the Phoenix to DHP2

Harry Potter Masterlist | Part 2 Here

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: Everyone has light and dark inside them. That’s what Sirius told Harry that night in Grimmauld Place. It was how one chooses to act that sets the stone of who they are as a person. It’s something Harry has to remind himself when he encounters Sirius’s cousin, the youngest of the Black sisters, Y/n. After 14 years in a cold, dark cell, Y/n’s accepted she no longer believes in angels. And the Devil himself wouldn’t want to cross her

Note: this is part 1 to a 2 part imagine where I had the idea that Sirius had another cousin, Bellatrix & Narcissa's youngest sister who has quite the age gap between them and was forced to become a death eater but has no loyalty to either side since both failed her. Part 2 should be out later this week so i hope you enjoy this!

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The floors of 12, Grimmauld Place creaked beneath Harry’s shoes as he entered the room at the end of the staircase he had been following Hermoine and Ron down. What drew his attention in the first place was the wallpaper. A green based mural branching out in the form of a tree. As Harry got closer he made out the portraits embedded into the wall, as were their names, birthdates and date of death if they’d passed. Some areas were black, covering up the picture seated above the name.

Harry flinched back upon notice of the house elf, Krecher, nestled inside the room. He mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, then said, “Harry Potter. The boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Friend of mudbloods and blood traitors alike.” Unsure of what to say, Harry just stood looking down at the elf in silence. “My poor mistress--.” A loud voice cut him off.

“Kreacher!” It belonged to Sirius. “That’s enough of your bile.” Waving a finger, he dismissed the elf. “Away with ya!”

Clasping his hands, Krecher lowered his head, “Of course, Master. Kreacher is pleased to serve the Noble House of Black.” He stalked off and away from the two. Passing Sirius on his way out.

Entering the room, Sirius gave an apologetic look, “Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant--even when I was a boy.” There was a slight pause, “not to me.”

Surprise took over Harry’s face, “Wh-wha-you grew up here?”

“This is my parents' house,” his Godfather explained, “I offered it up to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.” A hand trailed the edge of the doorway, “About the only useful thing I’ve been able to do.” Dark eyes landed on the mural, seeing it was the object of Harry’s attention, “This is the Black family tree.”

Sirius couldn’t help but land his gaze on the branches depicting his cousins. Andromeda’s was burnt out, much like his. The only cousin he was still fond of.

Well…..she wouldn’t have been the only one.

For Narcissa, under her name was Lucius Malfoy, with a branch leading to their only son, Draco. Sirius’s eyes narrowed on the one beside Andromeda’s.

“My deranged cousin,” Harry picked up on the distaste in his tone. Following Sirius’ gaze where it landed on the portrait of a young woman with wild curly hair and high cheekbones. Bellatrix. Beneath her name was Rodolphus Lestrange. “I hated the lot of them.”

Looking past the next portrait, though Harry caught his posture stiffen when his eyes glazed over it, Sirius maintained his composure. Focusing back on his hateful family, “My parents with their blood mania.” Raising his hand, his fingers brushed over the blackened spot where his face once laid. Sadness laced his voice, “My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman,” his arm dropped back to his side. “I was sixteen.”

Part of him wanted to question his Godfather’s reaction to the portrait, but knew it wasn’t the right moment. He was curious. Especially since the name was unlike the other members of the House of Black. Like Narcissa, she wasn’t named after a celestial body or constellation.

Frowning, feeling the hurt radiate off Sirius, Harry instead asked, “Where did you go?”

“To your dad’s. I was always welcomed at the Potters,” A small smile curled on Sirius’ lips as he glanced over Harry. Kind eyes the boy had grown accustomed to. “I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike.”

The next few minutes involved Harry confessing to Sirius his connection to Voldemort. Voicing concern of the possibility he was turning into him. Sirius assured Harry he was a good person, who’s had bad things happen to him. Followed by educating the boy on how everyone had their own angels and demons. Light and dark. Good and bad. How the only thing that matters is what part people chose to act on.

The entire time Sirius explained this to Harry, he thought of the portrait behind him. Almost like her painted eyes were boring into the back of his head. Reminding him of how he failed her. Much like everyone else in their family.

Once good. Turning bad due to the odds against her.

Maybe there was still some good deep down. Sirius prayed so. But the chances of him ever discovering were about as slim as convincing the Minister Voldermort was back.

“Sounds like you know from experience,” Harry said aloud, eyes trailing to the portrait behind Sirius. The one he noticed him trying to avoid. Yet managing to show how deeply this relative affected him.

Sighing, the man turned on his heel, staring at the portrait. No longer able to visibly hide his emotion as he read the name Y/n -- 1967.

“My cousin, Y/n,” his tone lacked malice compared to when he spoke of Bellatrix. “The youngest of the Black sisters. My aunt and uncle were shocked to learn they were expecting a fourth child--nearly twelve years after they had Narcissa.” Fingers brushed over her name, smiling softly as memories surfaced in his mind like a film. “Drove her parents wild with her energy. I was eight when she was born, and as I got older she’d follow me around the house. A little shadow if I must say.” Harry heard him chuckle to himself, “one summer I brought her to meet your father and Remus--didn’t tell her mother mind you. I nearly met my end at the hands of Druella’s wand when we returned that night.” It was as clear as if it were yesterday.

Young 14 year old Sirius with Y/n, aged six at the time, on his hip as they made their way to Diagon Alley to buy sweets she was not allowed to have. She instantly fell in love with James and Remus, as did the boys adore her. She was so different from her older sisters--who had graduated Hogwarts ages ago and were off with their own lives. Meaning the child was alone majority of the time with only the house elves tending to her. Her father worked and her mother did the bare minimum. That’s why Sirius would visit her often. To make sure she was okay. Y/n clinged to Sirius like a puppy. Much like that day where she begged to go with him to meet his friends. She wanted to explore the outside world her parents isolated her from.

Y/n didn’t display the blood mania her family was known for. And when her parents would preach it, the girl kept her attention on her dolls and drawing pictures with her crayons Sirius had smuggled her. The older cousin prayed she’d never turn out like them. Only he knew with the tensions of a certain Dark Wizard making rounds in London, Sirius feared for Y/n’s safety. And sanity. Especially after overhearing Bellatrix’s plans to begin teaching Y/n the dark arts before she entered Hogwarts.

If only Sirius took her away. Brought her to the safety of the Potters like she wanted. “You can’t leave, Sirius,” she cried, the now eight-year old grasping his pant leg to prevent him from leaving the house. Tears painted her chubby face. It broke his heart to see. “Please don’t leave me here--I-I’m scared of them. P-please, cousin. Take me with you!”

Oh how he wanted to. If he did then he’d save Y/n from her fate. From Bellatrix. From Voldemort. But a kidnapping charge he’d surely receive by taking Y/n Black away from her parents would have Sirius spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

A reality he’d face years later for a different reason.

“What happened to her?” Harry’s voice brought him out his thoughts. The man shrugged his shoulders to shake off the tension in his muscles. A frown painted his features.

“She’s serving a life sentence in Azkaban.” It hurt him more to say it out loud. The reality had sunk in. As though it had been a dream the past 14 years. Sirius remembered how his heart dropped when the news spread of Y/n’s imprisonment. Bellatrix’s was no shock. He’d been hoping his deranged cousin would be locked away.

But his sweet baby cousin who cried when she saw her father yelling at the house elves. That he could’ve never imagined. Even when the headline on the Daily Prophet told him the truth in big, bold letters, ‘Life sentence for 15-year-old Death Eater, Y/n Black. Cousin of notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black and younger sister of Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange.’ Sirius didn’t believe for a second Y/n acted on her own accord.

“She was never like the rest of them,” He told Harry after a moment of silence. Noticing the boy’s worried look, Sirius softly shook his head. “My cousin is a rare case, Harry. A prime example of becoming everything she hated as a result of the circumstances around her. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel regret by not being there for her. Had I been so…,” he pictured what could’ve been, “She’d likely be here with us. The Order.”

Harry pictured it too. Sirius’s tone gives him indication that Sirius still cared for Y/n. Wishing fate had turned out different for her. For both of them.

Hermoine appeared moments later to announce they had to leave. Sirius ended the conversation with a promise to Harry that when all was over, they’d be a family again. Living in Grimmauld Place in peace. With a hug goodbye, Harry exited the room, but not before catching his Godfather gave one last glance to Y/n’s portrait.

Crouched in her cell, hands over her ears like they were most days, Y/n shook from the cold wind. Willing the voices in her head to disappear. A constant battle she faced everyday since the chains were first put on her. Some of them were the distant echo of Azkaban's prisoners below. Others she was sure she kept imagining.

The first two years Y/n cried every day. By the fifth year she stopped reacting to everything around her. Once the tenth year of her sentence passed, only a shell of her remained. Staring at the wall with her hands covering her ears. The same routine. Everyday.

But today was going to be different. The voices were louder than usual. Causing difficulty to keep them at bay.

Suddenly Y/n winced with a light shriek, a burning sensation erupting along her forearm. Gaze dropping down, the ink of where her dark mark laid bolded. The feeling intensified. Y/n didn’t know how to react. Only experiencing numbness at what it meant.

A loud explosion caught her attention on the left side of her cell. Followed by the maniacal laughter of her sister. Rising from her position, Y/n’s bare feet brushed against rocks and freezing water. Rats scurried past as she walked toward where the window of her cell had been. The wind grew stronger with each step, nearly sweeping her off balance.

When she breached the area responsible for the explosion, Y/n had a clear image of the sky above her. The ocean’s treacherous waves beneath her. And dementors flying rapidly in the distance. There was no stopping the smirk from painting her chapped lips. Her eyes that were normally empty pits of nothing, suddenly emerged with an emotion unable to contain.

She was free.

It was the only thing on his mind when he read the paper that morning. Plaguing his thoughts with a newfound fear. Everywhere he went that day Neville saw the headline, “Mass Breakout From Azkaban.” Following the names of the high security prisoners freed from its confines. On the front page below the headline, moving images of two women were enough to have some of the students shivering. Bellatrix, with her wild curly hair, appeared crazed. While the woman in the image beside her was in a state of despair. Neville shuddered when his eyes locked on hers. Y/n Black.

She couldn’t have appeared older than he was now. Fifteen.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Neville turned the page to read up more on the sisters. When he got to Y/n, Neville was shocked to learn the girl had been the youngest prisoner in Azkaban in its entire history. Aged fifteen, in her fifth year of Hogwarts. Juveniles were never sent to the hellish institution. Yet, due to the nature of her crimes and association to Voldermort, the Ministry bent laws to lock her up.

Reading the summary dedicated to her upbringing, Y/n had been sorted into Slytherin House at Hogwarts, skilled in Charms, and is alleged to be an Occulmens. It’s said she failed to return to Hogwarts during what would have been her fifth year. Not long after it was reported Y/n Black had been part of the group to torture esteemed Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom to gain information on Voldermort. Alongside her sister, Bellatrix, her brother-in-law, his brother and Barty Crouch Jr. During her arrest and trial, Y/n insisted she’d been forced to use the curse for fear the others would kill her.

Which was true. Bellatrix made it clear to the young Black what the consequences for stepping out of line would be.

But it wasn’t enough in the Ministry’s eyes. Not when the other Death Eaters, Bellatrix included, testified Y/n had complied with no resistance. And so the first juvenile, the youngest Death Eater, was locked away in Azkaban. The sentence: eternity.

Now she was free.

Later that day, during DA practice, Neville found himself in front of the mirror showing pictures and news articles relating to their cause. The others saying goodbye and making their way out of the Room of Requirement. Neville, however, remained. His stare on the image of the original Order of the Phoenix. His parents.

Harry came up beside him, neither addressing the other at first. Then, after a moment of silence and confidence, Neville confided in his friend.

“Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange and her sister, Y/n Black, used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. They tortured them for information, but they never gave in.” Looking down at Harry, Neville added after a pause, “I’m quite proud to be their son, but…I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know just yet.”

Harry nodded, understanding what his friend was asking of him. Swearing to secrecy. “We’re gonna make them proud, Neville. That’s a promise.”

The Hall of Prophecies was dark. Eerie. The only light emitting from the group's wands and orbs lightly glowing in their stands. The group had rushed to the Ministry upon Harry’s vision Sirius had been taken hostage by Voldemort, tortured into telling him where the prophecy was. They were in for a shock when they arrived.

Sirius wasn’t there. Neither was Voldemort.

It was Neville who alerted the boy of the glass orb dedicated to him. Grasping it in his hand, the voice of Sybil Trelawney echoed through the silence, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…..and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives….”

“Harry!” he turned to his friends, finding them frozen as they stared at the figure approaching. Harry pushed past, standing in front of the group. The figure was masked by a silver face, cloaked from head to toe.

A Death Eater.

“Where’s Sirius?” Harry questioned him,his wand raised.

“You know you really should know how to tell the difference between dreams…..” the man removed his wand from a familiar cane, waving it in front of his face to remove the mask. Revealing none other than Lucius Malfoy. “And reality.” Everyone tensed, anxiety starting to consume them. “You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.” Harry stood his ground.

“You do anything to us I’ll break it.”

Suddenly a maniacal laugh entered the scene. Intensifying their unease. The shadow of someone behind Lucius coming toward the dim lights. “He knows how to play. Itty. Bitty. Baby. Potter.” The group’s eyes landed on the face of one of the women plastered on every front page of the Daily Prophet. Neville was the first to address her.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.”

“Neville Longbottom, is it?” she mocked with a wicked smile, “How’s mom and dad?” Lucius rolled his eyes at her antics. Neville, however, was enraged.

“Better now that they’re about to be avenged.” In a split second he lifted his want, hoping to cast a spell on the one responsible for his parents torture. Harry was quick to stop him, just as Bellatrix raised her own wand to defend herself.

“Now let’s…” Lucius slowly held his hands up. “Everybody just calm down. Shall we?” The group lowered their wands slightly, but not completely. “All we want is that prophecy.”

“Why did Voldermort need me to come get this?”

“You dare speak his name?” Bellatrix’s eyes widened, appalled by the boy’s courage. “You filthy Half-blood!!”

Again, Lucius attempted to de-escalate the scene, “It’s all right, he’s just a curious lad. Aren’t you?”

Before anyone spoke another word, footsteps from the side filled their ears. “You know what they say about curiosity?” her voice was raspy and void of any emotion. Almost robotic. Harry slowly turned his head, mentally preparing himself to face his Godfather’s youngest cousin. Beside him, Neville paled. Unable to comprehend being in the same room as the Black sisters. It was suffocating.

Y/n Black’s expression matched her tone. Numb. An empty shell was the best description. Not even reacting when Harry pointed his wand in her direction. She simply stalked toward them, finishing her riddle, “It killed the cat. But….something tells me you might be the lucky bastard to live to see it, Harry Potter.”

“Nice of you to finally join us, Y/n,” Lucius narrowed his eyes, watching her move so she was now in between the duo and group. Harry’s wand merely a few centimeters from her chest. The glowing light illuminating her face.

Comparing her to the portrait on the Black Family Tree, Harry noticed all the striking differences. Of course, nearly 15 years had passed since Y/n was locked away in Azkaban. Her baby fat completely gone, likely due from the malnourishment prison had to offer. However, unlike her sister Bellatrix and Sirius before them, Y/n did not come across as a walking corpse. Much time hadn’t passed since her escape, yet she looked healthy. Teeth white and hair silky. Nails long and painted black. Skin blemish free save for a tiny scar on her lip. She was strikingly beautiful.

Harry then remembered reading in the paper that Y/n was skilled in charms. Rumored to have created her own during her time at Hogwarts. She probably had one to alter her appearance. And considering Bellatrix looked rather unsettling, either Y/n did not offer her talent or Bellatrix refused. Judging by Y/n’s reaction to her associates, it was the former.

She ignored Lucius, answering Harry’s question instead, “Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really.” Her brow raised slightly, “Surely Sirius told you. He’d be foolish not when he knows the Dark Lord desires it.”

Backing away from Harry, Y/n turned on her heel, nudging Lucius with her shoulder causing him to groan. Focusing back on the task at hand, the blonde narrowed his eyes on Harry. “Haven’t you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?” He moved closer, hands still raised. It was then the group noticed more Death Eaters surrounding them. “Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant?”

Bellatrix trailed behind Lucius. Their associates closing in on the students. Meanwhile Y/n stayed behind, not bothering to engage. Harry caught her gaze a few times, noting how disinterested she was by the entire ordeal.

“Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?” Lucius captured his attention once more. “All the answers are there. In your hand.” Lucius encouraged Harry with a look, “All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything.”

“I’ve waited fourteen years,” Harry said, aware of the approaching footsteps of the Death Eaters getting louder. Waiting for the perfect moment.

“I know.”

“I guess I can wait a little longer--Now!!” Simultaneously, the group all shouted, “Stupefy!!”

After a brief fight against the Death Eaters to escape the Hall of Prophecies, the group found themselves falling to what they thought was their death. At the last second, Hermoine casted Arresto Momentum to slow time for them to safely land, grunting as their bodies met the rock. Scanning their surroundings, Harry spotted an archway with an iridescent glow to it. As he moved closer, voices were heard. “Voices, can you tell what they're saying?”

Confused, Hermoine replied with what they were all thinking, “There aren’t any voices, Harry. Let’s get out of here.”

“I hear them too,” Luna spoke, staring at the arch in wonder. It was difficult to hear clearly what the voices were saying. But they grew louder with each step.

“Harry,” Hermoine pleaded, “it’s just an empty archway.” In the distance, the group heard the Death Eaters approaching. “Please, Harry.” Harry spun around with his wand raised.

“Get behind me!” They followed his order, ready to confront the oncoming threat. They unfortunately, however, were blindsided when the Death Eaters in their black smokey form attacked from behind. Grunts and gasps left the teens, Harry dropping to the ground, clutching the prophecy in his hand. About 15 seconds passed before he opened his eyes to discover he was alone.

Dread consumed him, the boy standing to find his friends. He found them several feet away and spaced out. In the hands of Death Eaters. Ginny and Luna to his right, the Weasley girl gripped at the collar by Y/n Black. Neville struggles against Bellatrix Lestrange, Ron and Hermoine manhandled by the Lestrange brothers. A dry chuckle captured Harry’s attention, watching Lucius Malfoy stroll up to where he stood.

“Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think….children stood a chance against us?” Lucius made eye contact with the wicked smile of Bellatrix, whereas he met Y/n’s vicious glare. Her hold on Ginny wasn’t as tight as the others, almost like she didn’t view the girl as a threat.

“I’ll make this simple for you, Potter,” Lucius held out his hand. “Give me the prophecy now….or watch your friends die.” Harry looked at his friends, their frightened gazes making his heart fall to his stomach.

“Don’t give it to him, Harry!” Neville shouts, only to be hushed by Bellatrix, who snaps her wand from his head to his neck forcefully.

The Boy who Lived draws his eyes to the glowing prophecy. As if to be contemplating his choices, but deep down knew what he had to do. His friends were more important. He couldn’t risk their lives over a tiny orb. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed the object in Lucius’s awaiting one. A satisfied smirk appears on the blonde’s lips. He had succeeded in his mission.

Or so he thought.

Bright light filled the area, Harry’s eyes widening as he took in the sight of Sirius behind Lucius. Malfoy’s expression turned to one of pure shock, meeting Sirius’s angry one.

“Get away from my Godson.” And before Lucius could react, he was falling to the ground from the force of Sirius’s right hook. More bright lights entered, members of the Order arriving. Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye.

In the chaos, the prophecy was thrown from Lucius’ hand, shattering as it hit the ground in a cloud of blue-green smoke. The man was in disbelief, and fear at what consequences awaited him.

Beyond him, Y/n released her hold on Ginny Weasley, slightly pushing her away causing the girl to stumble off the rocks. At that moment she met Sirius’ eyes for the first time in nearly 20 years. Their last encounter when he ran from home at 16, and Y/n only 8.

She watched the horror appear on his face. Lingering with regret. She could see him fighting with himself on how to react, she too was fighting that battle. Tears threatened to spill from both their eyes, Y/n’s bottom lip quivering. Overwhelmed by the reunion.

Where they were on opposite sides.

His expression read, ‘I won’t fight you, cousin,” which was enough for the woman to turn on her heel and drop to the ground. Ignoring Sirius shouting her name, Y/n leaned against the rock, waiting for an opportunity to run. Above her Sirius and Harry were dueling Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange. Bellatrix was being trailed in the air by their niece, Nymphadora Tonks, her diabolical laugh echoing against the walls.

A curse flew past her, hitting the rock causing Y/n to spin around where she met Lupin’s startled eyes. “Y/n….” the tone of his voice indicated he was surprised to see her. Likely assuming she’d been someone else. The werewolf always had a soft spot for the young Black. Thinking about the times she tagged along with them in Diagon Alley. Or when Sirius brought her to the Potter house and the two played with her in their animagi form to keep her entertained.

Now here she was with the enemy. A completely different person plagued with darkness. Lupin sighed, laced with despair, “Oh, love…what’ve they done to you?” Somehow that question was enough to send Y/n into a whirlpool of rage. How dare he say those words to her. When the Order had every opportunity to remove her from the Black household. When they could’ve placed her in hiding like James and Lily. Anything, to prevent the Death Eaters from claiming her.

“What you all failed to save me from.”

Before they knew it the two were dueling. Flashes of light leaving their wands, dodging those sent by the other. Despite Y/n spending half her life in prison with little combat experience under her belt, she was keeping up with Remus quite well. He noted the woman had yet to send a killing curse his way. Come to think of it, it appeared she was avoiding it all together. Unlike her associates who were not shy to use it.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Y/n,” Remus attempted to convince her to yield. Ducking when she shot a curse at his head.

Scoffing, the woman spat, “Foolish for you to think such, Remus.” Her next attempt to get him away with a curse was more forceful, “I know how this dance between us ends, and I’d rather be sent to hell itself than be chained in Azkaban once more. So either man up and kill me, or turn away so I can get the hell out of here.”

Remus became conflicted, “You know I can’t do that.” He referred to both options. Not having the strength or heart to kill his best friend's niece whom he once adored. But also not allowing her to escape.

“Shame then,” she hissed, “I’ll try not to make this hurt.” After much struggle, where Remus had the upper hand in the dool, Y/n managed to send him flying back several feet, taking her chance to run to the nearest doorway.

“Avada Kedavra!!” Bellatrix’s voice made her feeze, turning around in time to see the green light hit their cousin straight in the chest.

It was as if time had stopped. All fighting ceased. Y/n heard a loud gasp--a scream, realizing moments later she was the one responsible for it. Hand raising to cover her mouth. Frozen as she watched Sirius fall back into the archway. Disappearing forever.

The silence was then interrupted by Harry’s wails. Held by Remus, he fought against him as though he wanted to join his Godfather. Y/n remained still. Processing what just happened.

Sirius was dead. Her sister killed him.

Y/n had to get out of there. No doubt the Aurors were alerted. They’d be arriving any second.

Witnessing Harry take off after Bellatrix, Y/n met Remus’ eyes. The man silently pleading to her, completely distraught over the death of his best friend. With James and Sirius dead and Peter’s betrayal to Voldemort, he was alone.

Y/n shook her head, unable to face him any longer. Instead of running into the main lobby of the Department of Ministries, the Death Eater looked up and allowed the black smoke to consume her, flying away from the Order. Her associates followed suit.

When the Minister and Aurors entered the lobby to the horrifying scene, they understood the future became plagued with an unavoidable truth.

The night officially marked the beginning of the Second Wizarding War.

Rain pelted against the ground, falling from the gray clouds painting the sky. Strolling down alleyways of London, three sisters in black were on a mission to locate a certain home. Hiding behind corners whenever cars and people passed by. The one leading the trio was the reason for this side quest. Meanwhile the one falling back voiced opposition. For the youngest in the middle, she was rather bored. Not caring what would come out of this meeting.

If Y/n were honest, she just hated getting her outfit soaked.

“Cissy, you can’t do this,” Bellatrix hissed, trailing after her sisters. “He can’t be trusted.”

“The Dark Lord trusts him,” Naricssa rebutted, not sparing her a glance. Y/n simply rolled her eyes.

“The Dark Lord’s mistaken.”

“Shhh,” Y/n interrupted. While she may agree with Bellatrix to some degree, she knew better than to question his judgment aloud. Anyone could be lurking.

Children’s laughter filled their ears, the sisters leaning against the brick walls until they passed. Once clear, they turned the corner and knocked on the door. Waiting for him to answer.

Instead of Snape, the trio were greeted by Wormtail--who was visibly surprised to see them on the steps of Snape’s home. Y/n gave one death glare to the man and he immediately opened the door fully to let them inside. Water droplets fell from their coats, Y/n waved her wand to dry herself, feeling satisfied with a low ‘hmm’.

Wormtail escorted them to the library, where Snape sat in a chair reading the Daily Prophet. Folding the paper, the sisters were greeted by his blank stare. “Run along, Wormtail.” With a flick of his wrist Wormtail was pushed out, door slamming in his face. Y/n smirked, overlooking Snape with a raised brow.

He matched her gaze, the two in silent conversation. Like they each had their secrets the other knew of…

In that moment Y/n thought back to the moment she and Snape reunited after her escape from Azkaban. Neither were fools to the other's facade. Both able to mask it with their talents in both Legilimency and Occlumency.

“I know your true intentions, Severus. You are not part of his cause anymore and haven’t been for fifteen years. Do not stand there and lie to me, I don’t take kindly to liars.”

“Make no mistake then, Y/n, you also have motives not aligned with the Dark Lord. You do not care who wins this battle, only that your freedom is the outcome. He’d not take kindly to your…..deception.”

“Then I guess this means you and I….have a lot to lose if we are not careful. I’ll say no word. I expect you to do the same.”

“You have yourself a deal.”

Wine was poured, Y/n and Narcissa seated in chairs while Snape and Bellatrix remained standing. The eldest sister pacing along the fireplace. Narcissa was the first to speak, “I-I-I know I am not to be here,” Pausing she shot Y/n a hesitant look, which was ignored. “The Dark Lord, himself, forbade me to speak of this--.”

“If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you are not to speak--but it down, Bella, we mustn’t touch what isn’t ours,” Annoyed, the woman placed the object back on the mantel. Giving Snape a look of, ‘there, happy?’ He turned back to Narcissa, “As it so happens, I’m aware of your situation, Narcissa.”

“You?” Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “The Dark Lord told you.”

Snape briefly glanced at Y/n, “Your sister doubts me.” The woman smirked.

“She doubts everyone,” she felt Bellatrix’s glare, paying no mind. “It’s not personal.”

“Understandable. Over the years I’ve played my part well--so well I’ve deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.” Y/n sipped her wine to hide the smirk on her face.

For she knew exactly who he was referring to.

Unlike Bellatrix who simply snorted. Snape dismissed her remark, “Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.”

Y/n examined her wine, acting like it was the most curious thing in the room. Rather bored by the conversation and Snape’s persistence of convincing her sisters of his motives. Bellatrix obviously had her suspicions. Narcissa, however, took the bait.

“I don’t doubt you, Severus.”

“You should be honored, Cissy,” Bellatrix told her. “As should Draco.” Of course her deranged self would see it that way. 16 year-old Draco tasked with the difficult mission to assassinate Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Punishment for Lucius for failing Voldemort too many times. The most recent being the damn prophecy he was to fetch.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel smug at the Malfoys predicament. Lucius deserved all he got. And while Narcissa may have been her sister, Y/n harbored enough anger and resentment to not feel sympathy for her. Draco was the only one innocent in the matter.

Narcissa’s face fell at Bellatrix’s words, pleading to Snape with her eyes, “He’s just a boy.”

“I cannot change the Dark Lord’s mind,” that was true. Nothing could alter Voldermort’s decision once it was made. Snape did have an idea, “But it might be possible for me to help Draco.”

That was enough for Narcissa. The woman rising from her seat, “Severus--.” She was cut off by Bellatrix.

“Swear to it. Make the unbreakable vow.” She moved toward them, circling Severus as her tone turned to mockery, “It’s just empty words.” Now Narcissa’s face read she wanted the same. Bellatrix continued, “He’ll give it his best, but when it matters most,” her chin rested on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “He’ll just slither back into his hole. Coward,” she ended as she passed him.

Y/n stared at her associate, watching his reaction carefully. It was obvious the insult poked deep in his core. Though Snape did not let it show.

“Take out your wand.”

The sisters were pleased. Visibly showing this as they looked at each other. Y/n stood from her chair, moving closer as Narcissa and Snape held each other's wrists. Bellatrix withdrew her wand, allowing the glowing strands to encompass their hands.

“Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord’s wishes?”

“I will.”

Water glossed over Narcissa’s eyes, Bellatrix continued, “And will you, to the best of your abilities,” her chin rested this time on Narcissa’s shoulder, the two staring him down like a hawk. Y/n sipped her glass, leaning her head against Narcissa’s other shoulder, smirking slightly at the scene. “Protect him from harm?”

“I will.”

Bellatrix walked so she was directly in front of Snape, “And, if Draco should fail…will you yourself, carry out the deed the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?” The pause was longer, Narcissa practically shaking making Y/n move away.

Finally, Snape made the last vow, “I will.”

The glowing strands disappeared, leaving scars on the two. A permanent reminder of the promise made. To protect Draco from harm and finish the job if it came to it.

Otherwise, the Devil would visit Snape earlier than planned.

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