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  Harry lets Bel make her move. Narcissa finds her pleasant if overbearing life suddenly interrupted.

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  After a moment more of quiet ption while boung Beltrix up and down on his cock, Harry makes his decision.

  “Very well, Bel. I will allow you to try to vince your sister to willingly betray her husband and join our cause. But you will have to be careful about this. I don’t want you to risk yourself for Narcissa, alright? You matter more to me than her.”

  Bel actually blushes a little bit at that, before all but lunging forward to cup his fa her hands and kiss him deeply.

  “Thank you, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  Harry just grunts as their sex grows far more enthusiastid eic after that, Beltrix’s excitement proving to be tagious. Even still, as he rolls them both over and pushes her down onto the bed, Harry looks her in the eye.

  “Thank me once your sister is kneeling at my feet of her own volition, Bel. And I’m serious… I ’t afford to lose you. So… I suppose I’ll have to empower you.”

  Bel moans under him, right up until he slides fingers into her mouth for her to su. At the same time, Harry opens up the e between them, letting some of the magic he’d taken for himself flow down to Beltrix. Of course, it’s still his magic, which means he direct it in the way he wants. He’s not giving Bel any more power than she already had. She doesn’t o be aer at killing or t others than she already is.

  Instead, he focuses this gift of additional magic towards ohing and ohing only… subterfuge and stealth. For a moment, Beltrix actually fades out of view pletely underh him, though he still feel her lips and tongue on his fingers, her breast beh his other hand, and her t ed tightly around his cock. He also still feel her through their magical bond. Others however… even all but the most powerful revealing charms won’t expose her presence.

  When she fades bato view a moment ter, having quickly gained trol of her newfound ability, Bel blinks up at him and then sucks all the more fervently at his digits, almost reverent in her as as she gurgles happily at his gift.

  Harry just grins.

  “No excuses now, Bel. The only people who will see you are those who you want to be seen by from this point on.”

  Pulling his fingers free, he watches as she nods her head.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Then, grabbing her by her tits and giving them a good hard squeeze, Harry sets out to really make Beltrix scream. He’s done all he to assist his loyal pet in her venture. What happe will be up to Bel.

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  “Ta-ta for now, dies!”

  As the serving staff escort the st of her guests out of the private room of Diagon Alley’s fa and most expensive dining experienarcissa Malfoy leans ba her chair, sipping from the wine gss in her hand aing out a soft sigh.

  The rigors of holding court over the other noble wives of the Wizarding World are as exhausting and time ing as ever. And for what, so that she report oest gossip to her husband so that he has more tidbits of information to use against his peers in the Wizengamot?

  Oh, but Narcissa knew she couldn’t truly pin. Not that much. Even if there was no love lost between her and Lucius, even if their marriage was one pletely of venie least their marriage had sted. And at least they’d mao stay out of Azkaban Prison.

  Like happened all too often these days, Narcissa finds her thoughts moving in the dire of her sisters. She, Andy, and Bel had been thick as thieves when they were youhen Hogwarts happened and though they’d all been in Slytherin, at some point they’d begun drifting apart. Maybe because they were all in different years? If they’d been triplets, perhaps they could have stayed together better.

  … Or perhaps Andromeda would always have married a Muggleborn who would foist a daughter on her before iably betraying her by taking some muggle woman into his bed and ultimately breaking up their marriage. Merlin that whole debacle was frustrating to say the least. A, even though their parents were gone, even though House Bck was all but dead… Narcissa’s sister had made no effort to tact her. Not even once. Despite being a divorced siher with a metamorphmagus of a daughter, Andromeda hadn’t even tried to apologize for her poor judgment.

  If she had, Narcissa would have immediately accepted Andy’s apology and happily cimed her as sister again, damn whatever Lucius might have had to say about it. But as, Andromeda was stubborn. Eveter Narcissa had sent to give her dolences over the muggleborn’s iy had ultimately been rebuffed with all subsequent attempts at unications ignored.

  Still, as… ent as her retionship with Andromeda was at this point, Narcissa was well aware that things could be worse. Beltrix was evidence of that.

  After the Dark Lord’s fall, Narcissa had tried to reach out to Bel. She’d tried to get her older sister to listen to reason. Lucius had a pn, and it was one of the few times in her life where Narcissa had agreed with his pn. With Voldemort dead and their Dark Marks faded to almost nothing, it was their one opportunity to be free of all that foolishness. They could cim they were uhe Imperius Curse and be exoed of all their crimes.

  But Beltrix wouldn’t listen. She wouldn’t hear of it. And so she and her husband and brother-in-w had rounded up a couple of other Death Eaters and dohe unthinkable to the Longbottoms. The Lord and Lady of an A and Noble House, tortured into insanity. The e was senseless, gratuitous, and overdone.

  Narcissa supposed in Bel’s fractured mind, it was what had to be done. She couldn’t believe the Dark Lord was actually dead, so t two promi members of the Order of the Phoenix for information on his whereabouts just made sense. As did disrupting the celebrations surrounding Voldemort’s defeat, which Beltrix had taken as a personal insult.

  A… in the end, what did it get her? She, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Barty Crouch Jr. were all captured within a fht, and then shuffled off to Azkaban Prison. Narcissa had sidered visiting once or twice over the years, but fear had stayed her hand. She didn’t want to experiehe Dementors, even as a visitor. And more than that, if they waheir Imperius Defeo tinue holding up to any scrutiny, she and Lucius had to make it clear that they cared little for even former family members who cimed to have served the Dark Lord of their own volition.

  … So yes, Narcissa supposed she could be doing a lot worse. She had a husband she had little love for, but who kept her in fort and gave her quite a sizable allowance. She had a son who she loved, though with every year he became a little bit more like his father despite her efforts to curb his worst personality traits. And she had her freedom. Above all else, she had her freedom.

  Truly, Narcissa Malfoy had nht to pin. So then why was she just so… doh it all?

  “Hello Cissy.”

  Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Literally. Narcissa watches, nonplussed, as Beltrix shimmers into view in the chair right beside her, ing out of absolutely nowhere. There’s a wide grin on her big sister’s face, even as she licks her lips and giggles.

  “My, that was a rather b and overbearing affair, wasn’t it? I thought they’d NEVER leave. Ah… please don’t scream.”

  Raising an eyebrow, Narcissa looks down at her wine gss. Had she been drugged? Or was this just her own mind pying tricks on her? Either way… why not py along?

  “Hello Bel. Good to see you.”

  The look of surprise and fusion on the halluation’s face almost makes Narcissa giggle, but she has more self-trol than that. Still to see her sister so stupefied is quite the treat, even if it isn’t really her sister.

  “… You don’t seem all that surprised to see me, Cissy.”

  Shrugging, Narcissa takes a sip from her wine gss.

  “That’s because it’s not really you, Bel. You’re a figment of my imagination. A product of a bored and weary mind.”

  ‘Beltrix’ narrows her eyes at that.

  “Is that so?”

  Letting out a sigh, Narcissa nods befesturing with her free hand.

  “I mean… look at you. Sure you look older tha time we saw each other, but you also look spectacur. Pretty much as good as me. Not like a woman who has spent the st fifteen years in Azkaban would look. Not to mention, if you’d escaped from Azkaban, we would have heard about it through Lucius’ tacts by now. Just like we heard about the loss of poor Rudolphus’ magic. Ergo… you aren’t really here. I’m just halluating you.”

  It all made perfect seo Narcissa. She wondered how a halluation of Beltrix being told she was a halluation would react though. For a moment, Bel just sits there quietly… and then in a surge of motion, lunges forward and sps Narcissa’s wine gss from her hand.

  Now it’s Narcissa’s turn to be a little stupefied as Beltrix looms over her, grabbing her by the jaw and digging in her nails just enough that it actually hurts a little bit.

  “Real enough for you, sister?”

  But…

  “H-Heh… this is exactly what my mind would show me Beltrix doing, so I’m afraid not.”

  Sure, you weren’t supposed to be able to feel pain in a dream, but Narcissa had already clocked that she wasn’t dreaming, she was halluating. Her halluation seemingly being able to i with her ar for the course. Key word being seemingly.

  A look of frustration spreads across Beltrix’s face as she leans back for a moment. The halluatio quite seem to know how to proceed.

  That’s when the door to the private room opens and a server steps ih their head bowed as they turn and close the door behind them.

  “Lady Malfoy, may I-!”

  Only, instead of vanishing like a halluation would uhe gaze of ahe server looks up and freezes, eyes wide as they behold Beltrix Lestrange looming over Narcissa Malfoy in all of her prison broken glory.

  “Stupefy!”

  Just as their mouth opens to scream, Beltrix snaps up a wand and hits them with a stunner, sending them to the ground in a heap. Cursing under her breath, the escaped vict walks around the table and kneels dowhe server.

  “Obliviate.”

  Narcissa watches as her sister pulls the server up and sits them in a chair, draping them over it before finally looking back at Narcissa.

  “We o talk, Cissy.”

  Oh fuck. She wasn’t halluating. Unless… but no, a quick check shows that her own wand is still in its holster. It wasn’t her. Bel wasn’t a figment of her imagination. Oh… fuck.

  “Cissy… I told you not to scream before, remember? Please don’t make me do anything unfortunate.”

  Swallowing thickly, Cissy leans ba her chair as Beltrix es back around the table to loom over her once more.

  “B-Bel… how… how is this possible?”

  A grin spreads across her crazed sister’s face as she flops back down into the chair she’d inally appeared in.

  “Easy. My Lord freed me. And it would appear that nobody has noticed my disappeara, or you and Lucius would already know I was out and about. Merlin, the Ministry really is inpetent.”

  Narcissa’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly as she processes all of that. First, the mention of a Lord. The Dark Lord couldn’t be back… could he? She ached to check her arm, to see if the Dark Mark had returo full prominen her flesh, but she didn’t dare mht now. Sed… nobody had noticed her disappearance?! As horrifying as that was, it sort of made sehe only reason that the guards at Azkaban Prison had even learned about Rudolphus was that the man hadn’t stopped screaming for help until they’d e to check up on him.

  At which point… at which point he’d cimed some stupid story about how the Dark Lord himself had returned and taken Rudolphus’ magic. Utterly ridiculous of course… a…

  There was the third thing that Narcissa noticed about Beltrix’s speech. How… strangely sane she sounded. More than that, Narcissa had already before, but Beltrix looked good. She didn’t look like she’d spent a decade and a half in Azkaban, she looked amazing… she looked restored.

  In the end, Narcissa sees no choice but to pcate her sister.

  “What… what does the Dark Lord ask of me and Lucius, Bel? We are his loyal s-servants of course, we never-!”

  Narcissa cuts herself off as Bel gives her an unamused look. She starts trembling as her older sister leans closer.

  “… You don’t have to lie to me, Cissy. Did I say the Dark Lord freed me? Of course not. He abandoned me. He abandoned all of us. He was… an unworthy Master.”

  What? Narcissa’s mind bnks for a moment orix’s words. To hear such a thing from her sister’s mouth… was this a test? Was Bel trying to test her loyalty?

  “I… I am sure that-“

  But Beltrix presses a finger against Narcissa’s lips.

  “Hush. Just listen, Cissy. You’re being silly. I serve a new Master now. A new Lord, even strohan our old Lord. Look.”

  Beltrix bears her arm and shows Narcissa her Dark Mark. The Lady of House Malfoy’s eyes damn near bulge out of her skull at what she sees there. It’s the Dark Mark alright, and not faded like the one she and Lucius had had for years. It’s back to full prominen Bel’s flesh… except it’s covered in s. ed up in them, like someone else had e in, usurped the Dark Lord’s trol over Bel’s soul, and made it their own.

  “Do you see, Cissy? The Dark Lord is a weak, worthless fool. But my new Lord is worthy of my loyalty aion.”

  Something catches in Narcissa’s mind at those words and she ’t help herself.

  “I-Is? The Dark Lord DOES still live?”

  Here, Beltrix scoffs.

  “Of course he does, Cissy. The Dark Marks would have disappeared entirely had Voldemort died pletely. The fact that his brands still exist means he exists as well. But not to worry, my Lord will deal with him in time. And he could be your Lord as well.”

  Narcissa shivers as Beltrix suddenly looks at her ily.

  “Do you want to hear more, Cissy? Or do you wao leave you alo has to be your choice. My Lord is very particur about sent. You must tell me here and now whether I should stay o.”

  Narcissa hesitates, curiosity warring with caution, i warring with fear. And then she opens her mouth.

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